I threw the phone down on the passenger seat and tore off toward the address, throwing up whatever prayer I could muster that this would turn out all right.
Chapter Thirteen
Maurelle
I stayed by thedoor, in the dark, as Tommy knocked on the door to the cabin. My heart was in my throat as I tried to wait for Kane to get here. I couldn’t believe he had traced me here. I’d thought I had been so clever by coming here, and finding the Vicomte.
His body was rotting away in that room still, the door closed so that I didn’t have to look at his disgusting insides that had seeped out onto the carpet.
The knocks became more insistent and needy as Tommy’s voice shouted through the wood door.
“I know you’re in there,” he yelled out. “You won’t escape from me. Come out and I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt.”
False promises.
“Maurelle Picquet,” he called out. Had Kane told him my real identity? He even pronounced it correctly, not many did, unless they were French. “This is Detective Tomasz Woljart, and I am here to bring you in for your crimes.”
Instantly, recognition sparked and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I moved to the door, the gun in my hand behind my back, just in case. Opening the door, I looked over at the face of Kane’s young partner who he called Tommy.
“Maurelle Picquet, I am here to arrest you for the multitude of crimes committed against your husbands and probably a dozen more felonies,” he said. “Now, you can come quietly or you can go down as a fugitive. Either way, I don't care what happens.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” I said, moving back so he was forced to come inside. “Do you want to see what I did tonight?”
“Is there someone else here?” he asked me, drawing his gun from its holster.
“Down the hall, second door on the right.”
He eyed me suspiciously as he moved down the hall, keeping his gun trained on me until he got to the door and opened it. Immediately, he held his hand over his mouth, hiding his shock. The gasps of horror followed and it cemented in my mind who he was. The name was familiar for a reason.
“You bitch,” he said through gritted teeth, his tears streaming down his face, soundlessly. “You think I’m going to bring you in for this?”
“No, I don’t suspect you will,” I replied, pulling my gun from behind my back. “Don’t worry, the police are on the way. You can explain to them how you infiltrated their system to hide the atrocities that your boss back there had committed in their country. Then you can be arrested and given to the guys you did have put away and be their little cherry, for the rest of your life.”
“No one will ever know who I am or what happened here,” he said, a sinister level to his voice.
“No, I don’t suppose you want them to find the connection to you and him, do they?” I replied, holding the gun up at him. “He’s not just your boss, after all, he’s your daddy. And I took great pleasure in torturing him until he gave me the names of all of his clients and accomplices.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” he spat, his tears flowing down his cheeks now. “He’s no rat.”
“But he did,” I said. “See, I figured he had people on the inside back in France, but I didn’t expect them to be here. Some of these clients are high up in the ranks, aren’t they? Then again, I’m sure you’re not the only one in the police force to be one of them.”
“No one will ever find out, you bitch,” he said.
“You’re not like him, are you?” I replied, edging around the room, closer to the door. “You wanted his attention, to be a good boy and get your praise, but he doesn’t know how to do that, does he? He probably never even told you who your mother was.”
His hand trembled, the gun pointed at me was shaking. I’d hit a nerve. I was so surprised that I hadn’t caught who he was before. He looked a little like his father. Those same dark eyes looked over at me, the woman who caused his father to perish.
The front door was kicked open, making us both jump. Kane looked from Tommy to me, and back again.
“It’s okay, Tommy,” he said. “I got this.”
“No,” Tommy screamed. “She’s a murderer. She’s gutted a man back there.”
Kane looked over at me for confirmation to which I shrugged my shoulders. “I killed my tormentor, sure. But Kane, do you know who your partner really is?”
Tommy let a shot off, and it blasted the wall behind me. I ducked down, instinctively, before Kane shot Tommy in the shoulder. His gun scattered across the floor. Kane ran over and kicked it away from him.
“What are you doing?” Tommy screamed. “Get her!”
