"It was transmitting when I left Mountain Road." Sam gritted out the words.

"It stopped right after. We figured with her GPS out, maybe she got lost. We've had search parties on the mountain all night. Nothing."

Sam glared at Mike. "What do you mean nothing?"

Harry said, "The crime scene team found her earpiece. It was broken, Sam. Looked like someone stepped on it." Harry's tone and eyes reflected his concern. "I don't believe we're going to find Paige on that mountain. I know she told us Thames wasn't up there with her, but I think he was, or he showed up at some point. I believe he has her, Sam."

Sam went cold. Paige had given herself up to Thames, and he would kill her.

"Time to open your eyes."

The voice came out of an absolute blackness, and even if Paige's surroundings weren't cold, the voice alone was enough to send chills coursing through her.

Thames.

Her mind was still fuzzy. Her thinking still sluggish. She was slow putting thoughts together. He'd drugged her several times. How long had she been out? Where was she now?

She shook her head in an attempt to clear some of the fog, then groaned at the pain the movement caused. Was the drug still in her system?

Her head drooped forward. She was unable to support its weight. She was seated, tied to a chair, she presumed, though Paige couldn't make out the chair in the darkness.

She was cold. The air smelled damp. Somewhere nearby, water dripped.

Thames was close. She couldn't see him or pinpoint where he was, but she could smell his aftershave and fought back nausea. She wanted to think it was the pain in her head that made her so nauseous, but she knew, and, worse, Thames knew, how his presence affected her.

Was he standing beside her or behind her? Not knowing exactly where he was made her pulse race. What good, what comfort would it provide to actually be able to see the devil, she didn't know, but not knowing where he was added a level of fear that made her feel as if her heart would beat right out of her chest.

He wouldn't make his location known to her unless it suited him, of that she was sure. She needed to get him talking.

"Where am I?"

Silence.

"How long have I been here?"

More silence.

"Is Jonah all right?"

"Don't concern yourself with the boy."

That wasn't an answer. She closed her eyes, her heart aching for Jonah. "Why Janet Lambert? She's not your type, and the way you murdered her didn't match your MO."

"You should know the answer to that. To add a new element to our game. Killing the sister of a senator ensured that the Bureau would take over the investigation for political reasons. That you would be brought into the investigation."

Paige dug her fingernails into her palms, feeling guilt, remorse, and regret for Janet Lambert's death. "And Mary Emerson? She disappeared. The Bureau is looking for her."

"Would you like to be the one to find Mary?"

Thames turned on a flashlight, then aimed the beam against one wall. Mary Emerson's wide, lifeless eyes stared back. Paige gasped.

Thames laughed. "If I were you, I'd be wondering if you were going to be all right."

The light went out. Thames's voice came from behind her, though as disoriented as she was, Paige couldn't be sure. The hairs on her nape rose. She couldn't have seen him if he was standing immediately in front of her, but having him behind her added another element of fear. "I already know that if you have your way, I'm not going to be all right."

"I always have my way."

A hand curled around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air. Paige choked. Her dulled vision faded. The blackness blurred, then began to swim in and out of view. Panicked, Paige tossed her head, stiffened her body to break his grip, and tried to rock the chair onto its back legs. The grip on her throat only tightened further. The chair didn't move. And all her struggle got her was laughter.

He continued to exert pressure on her windpipe. "You'll fight me until the end. The others, they all feared me and before long just gave up, but you, as afraid as you are, you continue to fight. I'm going to break you down piece by piece, peel back every layer until there is nothing left of you. The others were all insane by the end. You will be, too."

Thames released her. Paige's head fell forward. She coughed. Her eyes watered. Her tongue felt swollen. She gulped air. "I'll be found long before you have a chance to take my sanity. You made a mistake taking Jonah. Sam won't rest until you're found. You should give yourself up now while you still have your life."

"Agent McKade. And so we add a new element to the game. I'm looking forward to it."

Sam. Sam. Paige closed her eyes.

"But our game, yours and mine, Paige," Thames continued, "is not over yet."

Thames turned on the flashlight again. He focused the beam on Paige's foot. Her foot was encased in what looked like a wooden box. Slats were drilled along the top. Flat pieces of wood had been fitted into the holes.

"That device on your foot is called a boot," Thames said. "It was created during the medieval period as a method of torture. The one you are wearing is from my own collection. I built it myself to the exact specifications of the day."

There was pride in his voice. He gave a little elated giggle and Paige began to shake.

Thames came out from behind her. He crouched and stroked the boot with what looked to Paige like reverence. "As you know, I've built a career studying that period. The methods of torture that tested the endurance of the human body have long held a fascination for me. I've devoted years of study to inflicting the most pain for the longest time. Allowing for outside conditions and general health, with each of my subjects, I've learned a great deal. For example, the boot, when properly applied, exerts immense pressure on the foot, breaking bones, crushing them."

The autopsy reports had revealed similar injuries in all three of the women. "You are mad."

Thames struck with the speed of a snake, bringing down a mallet on the wooden slats. Pain ignited where he struck her, then radiated all the way up her leg. Bones crunched and Paige gasped. Screamed. Tears filled her eyes and fell onto her cheeks. All the breath left her body, and she couldn't get enough air to fill her lungs.

"All great minds are thought to be mad," Thames said.

He brought the mallet down on the slats again, driving them deeper into her now broken foot. Paige screamed again. Her tears became sobs that made her body shake. Her head felt light. She was going to pa.s.s out.

"When I saw you on that mountain, so defiant, so proud," Thames said, "I thought, what would it take to reduce you to your basest spirit? We're going to find that out."

Thames was shouting now to be heard above her shrieks. The blood left Paige's head. Her head spun. She felt dizzy. Bile surged into her mouth.

The next time he struck her, she lost consciousness.

Two days had pa.s.sed since Paige had gone missing. Sam had issued a nationwide alert. Agents had swarmed into Kirk County, canvasing neighborhoods in its three towns, searching local businesses, stopping people on the street. No one had seen Thames or Paige. Thames had not been apprehended at any of the roadblocks. Sam's gut was burning like a four-alarm fire with the fear that they were chasing their tails.

Sam had put a rush on the crime scene reports. In the last two days, he'd been over them again and again. He was missing something. But all Sam could see in his mind was Paige at the mercy of that s.a.d.i.s.tic b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

Sam closed his eyes against another horrific image of Paige hurt, Paige in pain. The photos of Thames's brutalized victims flashed in Sam's mind, and the gruesome images became images of Paige.

Sam surged to his feet. He was losing it. Had lost it. Where was the calm control he was known for? Somewhere with the woman he couldn't live without.

Sam stood at his office window, staring out at the night. Another night without Paige, and he was no closer to finding her. They'd been all over that mountain, all over Kirk County, and they had nothing. Sam did not know where Thames had taken her.

Telling Ivy at the safe house the previous night had left Sam bleeding.

Her tears soaking into his shirt, Ivy had begged, "You have to find her, Sam. Please. Please find her."

Sam had willed her to see the resolve in his eyes. "I will find her. I will bring your sister home."

Her eyes shimmering, Ivy had said, "You love her, too."

"More than my own life."

Tears had filled Ivy's eyes again, and she had clung tighter to him as they shared their pain.

A knock sounded on Sam's office door. Sam wheeled to it. Harry stood on the threshold. "Anything?"

Harry shook his head. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Do you think Paige is able to sleep?" Sam all but snarled the words, then released a long breath.

"You'll drive yourself crazy, man," Harry said, his concern obvious.

Sam rubbed the heels of his hands to his eyes. "Already there. Thames left nothing for us to find him, and the longer he remains at large, the colder the trail gets. I've been over the reports. You've been over them. Our experts and technicians have been over them. We're missing something, Harry. We're all missing something. Thames isn't invincible. He has to have made a mistake somewhere."

Marian buzzed Sam. She, too, was working tonight. "Sir, the deputy director is on the line."

"I'll take it," Harry said.

Sam nodded. Sam's personal phone and office lines were being monitored, but he wasn't expecting a call from Thames. Thames wasn't looking for a ransom. He now had what he'd been after all along-Paige.

Sam picked up the reports on Thames. He returned to his desk and went over the information from the Lambert murder. Again, he read the reports of the murders Thames had committed in New York. Sam went over Thames's arrest report. If not for the illegal evidence, they never would have been able to hold Thames in the first place. Thames's attorney even declared that Thames holding Paige at gunpoint had been self-defense. Paige had not identified herself as a federal agent, and Thames had acted in fear for his life. When agents arrived and identified themselves, Thames had dropped his weapon.

The crime scene report of the warehouse where Jonah was found gave them nothing on Thames. All they had was Paige's word that Thames had been the one to abduct Jonah, and the last thing Jonah remembered was being in the neighbor's yard. They'd traced the call Paige received about Jonah to another burner phone. No way to track it.

If they could find Paige, they would have Thames for what he was undoubtedly doing to her now. But it would mean nothing to Sam if it happened too late to save Paige's life.

Don't go there. Sam couldn't let himself think that way. If he did, he would surely lose the little that was left of his mind.

Sam returned his attention to the reports spread out before him. The bodies in New York were found to have been exhumed from some unknown location and dumped at the various spots where they were found. Traces of sand and rock were found with the bodies. There were numbers a.s.sociated with the rock. The numbers meant nothing to Sam.

He picked up the report on the bodies and the report from the clearing where Paige had last been. Sam read over the details again. Something bothered him about this. What?

He forced himself to go slowly over each detail again. When he came to a description of a bit of rock that had been found near the crushed plastic of Paige's earpiece, he went still. Then he sprang forward, rifling through the mess of files and folders on his desk for the one he was looking for.

When he found it, he grabbed it. The numbers identifying the rock found with the bodies matched the numbers for the rock found with Paige's broken earpiece. What did it mean?

Sam called the lab that had performed the tests on the evidence from the clearing. When a tech came on the line, Sam gave the report number, then said, "The numbers a.s.sociated with the rock found with the earpiece are different than the numbers for other rocks at the crime scene." Sam recited that report number as well. "What do those numbers mean?"

"Just need a minute to read through this, sir," the man said.

Sam waited impatiently until the tech returned. "The numbers indicate that the rocks in that report came from the Adirondack Mountains and from the Blue Ridge Mountains. Rocks from those regions look similar at low magnification, but on closer inspection, there are differences. The rock found with the earpiece is ancient Precambrian. The Blue Ridge Mountain rock is late Precambrian to early Paleozoic."

"I have other reports I need cross-referenced." Sam recited the report numbers. The Bureau labs were linked, so the tech would be able to access those reports as well. "The rock found with each of these bodies corresponds to the rock found with the earpiece."

Sam heard computer keys being struck, then the tech said, "That's correct, sir."

Sam said, "So what you're telling me is that the rock found with the earpiece is the same kind of rock that was found with the exhumed bodies?"

"Yes."

"And that rock is not found in our mountains but is found in the Adirondack Mountains?"

"That's right, sir."

Sam ended the call. One year ago, Paige and her squad had located Thames in a cabin in the Adirondack Mountains. Agents had been all over the area around the cabin searching for Thames's burial ground but had come up empty. But it was in those mountains somewhere.

Rock from those mountains was found with the exhumed bodies. And now with Paige's earpiece. Thames must have left rock from that burial ground when he'd stepped on Paige's earpiece. Thames, the arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d, had gone full circle, back to where he had started it all with Paige. Thames had taken Paige back to New York, back to the mountain.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

Paige opened her eyes. She awoke to pain. In a rush, Thames striking her foot over and over again with the mallet returned to her. He'd used the mallet to drive the wooden slats into the top of her foot, her toes, her ankle, not only breaking bones with each strike, but also, as the slats filled the boot, her foot was squeezed into the diminishing s.p.a.ce. The boot was gone now. Her foot was swollen and bloodied and bent at an unnatural angle, so misshapen it resembled a ma.s.s of flesh. The agony robbed her of breath, of her ability to think.

She needed to think. She was on her back. The air was cold, colder now than before. Thames had removed her clothes. Goose b.u.mps sprang on her naked flesh.

Was she in the same place as before? This time she was in full white light, so bright it hurt her eyes, and she squinted against the glow. The light came from above her, the light source suspended on a chrome pole. She was surrounded by white, enclosed in walls made up of what looked to be white curtains. Her surroundings resembled an operating room. The thought of Thames performing surgery on her his way had Paige's teeth chattering.

But the damp smell from before remained. Again, she heard the plop, plop of water dripping. Where was she? Where was Thames?

She tried to move. All she could manage was raising her head and moving her fingers. Had Thames drugged her to keep her immobile? And then she realized why she couldn't move. She was on a wooden table of some kind, affixed to it. Thames had driven a thin nail through a pinch of skin on her upper arms and outer thighs, nailing her to the table. Even though Paige had read the autopsy reports and knew to expect this, panic surged through her.

One of the curtains moved. Thames came to stand over her. "Ah, I see you're awake."

Thames wore a white lab coat. More white. "I'm a federal agent." Her breath came harsh. "Law enforcement won't stop looking for me."

"I expect that. I want that. I haven't received the recognition I deserve with the others. But with you, everyone will work harder, look longer. They won't ever find you, of course."

So that was her appeal. He wanted her to keep him in the spotlight. "How many others?" Paige wanted to know but also knew that as long as she kept him talking, kept feeding his ego, he'd remain standing over her, not hurting her further.

He smiled. "You'll see them all for yourself soon enough when I bury you with them."

Paige shuddered. "Where? Where are they buried?"