This was just the beginning.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Crawford's blood dripped onto the grass as they half-carried, half-dragged him across the yard, back toward the house.Vic had applied pressure bandages to his screwdriver wounds, but red stains continued spreading across his shirt.His face was swollen beyond recognition from Miles's assault, both eyes nearly sealed shut, his nose clearly broken.What wasn’t swollen and bruised was quickly growing pale.
“Careful with his arm,” Vic said as they navigated around a tree stump.“The screwdriver went deep.”
Miles adjusted his grip on Crawford's left side, trying to avoid the collarbone wound.The man was surprisingly light beneath his blood-soaked clothes.His breathing came in shallow gasps, but he was conscious and alert.Miles still found it very hard to feel sorry for him or to feel any regrets over what he had done.
“The Elementalist will be so proud,” Crawford mumbled through swollen lips.“Finding his workshop...seeing his design for purification chambers.You understand now.”
“Shut up,” Miles said.
“You think this is over?”Crawford's voice was thick with blood, but his tone carried an unsettling satisfaction.“I'm just one student.One disciple among many.”
Vic stopped walking.“What do you mean, many?”
Crawford attempted what might have been a smile, though his damaged face made it look more like a grimace.“All over the country.Devoted followers carrying out similar missions.Each with their assigned element.”He chuckled and then groaned as he leaned his injured shoulder into Vic.
Miles felt something cold settle in his stomach.“How many?”
“Dozens.The periodic table is vast, Dr.Sterling.So many elements to explore.So many forms of purification to perfect.”Crawford's voice took on an almost religious reverence.
“Do you know where other attacks will take place?”Vic asked.
Craford shook his head.“We aren’t told these things.It happens one by one, and only when the Elementalist gives the green light.”
They reached the back door of the house.Vic kicked it open and they dragged Crawford inside.They placed him on the living room couch, and blood immediately began soaking into the tan fabric.The sight of the man’s face finally caused Miles to cringe, not the sight of it but at the thought that he had dealt out such damage.
Miles knelt beside the couch, studying the damaged face.“Elena.Why Elena specifically?”
“Her research.”Crawford's voice was getting weaker, but his conviction remained strong.“Synthetic compounds designed to alter brain chemistry.Molecules that don't exist in nature, created in laboratories to interfere with natural processes.She was spreading molecular contamination through her very existence.”
“She was trying to help people with Alzheimer's,” Miles said.He got to his feet, but backed away, once again feeling the need to hurt this man.
“She was creating artificial substances that would change how human minds function.There is no greater corruption than that.”Crawford coughed, specks of blood hitting his lips.“The Elementalist himself selected her.Sent me her photograph, her address, her work schedule.She was a priority target.”
Miles felt the room spin slightly.The confirmation that Elena's death had been specifically ordered, that some unknown figure called The Elementalist had marked her for murder, hit him like a physical blow.
“Three years,” Crawford continued, his voice growing more distant.“Three years I studied under his guidance.Learning about molecular contamination, understanding which people needed purification.He taught me everything about fluorine.Its properties, its purity, its ability to cleanse corruption at the atomic level.”
Vic was pacing the small living room, her phone pressed to her ear.“Where the hell is my backup?We've got a federal suspect with serious injuries and a basement full of chemical weapons.”
Her voice was small and far away, but Miles felt her eyes on him, making sure he didn’t fly off the handle again.
“He’s at work right now… always at work,” Crawford said, apparently oblivious to Vic's phone call.“As we speak, he’s identifying new targets, preparing for further purification measures, selecting the appropriate elements for their missions.”
Miles leaned closer.“Who is The Elementalist?What's his real name?”
Crawford's damaged lips attempted another smile.“He is beyond names.”
“That's not an answer.”
“It's the only answer that matters.”Crawford's breathing was becoming more labored.“You found me, Dr.Sterling.You disrupted my mission.But you cannot stop what's already in motion.The periodic table has one hundred and eighteen elements.I was responsible for only one.”
The implications of Crawford's words settled over Miles like a weight.His theory about elemental murders had been correct, but the scope was far beyond anything he'd imagined.Not just isolated killers using different chemical methods, but a coordinated network spanning the entire country.Maybe beyond.
His only hope was that Crawford might talk during interrogation.But if Diana Hartwell was any indication—taking her own life before she could be interrogated—he didn’t have high hopes.
