Nate had hung up.

Dominic clenched his hand around the wheel. G.o.d, I need your help. Please let me find her.

Serena let her eyes follow the woman as she crossed the room. "You lost weight."

The inane words helped her try to put everything together. The pistol in her hand terrified her. Dorie King was Allison Kingston. Who was Gwendolyn Lindell. Daughter of the Doll Maker Killer.

The woman laughed, surprise flickering across her face. "I've lost weight? That's the first thing you can say?" She glanced down at her now slender form. "Yeah, I knew once the girls started dying, the cops would be doing all kinds of research on the Doll Maker Killer. Figured my picture would come up as the daughter of Drake Lindell. Couldn't take a chance on anyone recognizing me from those."

Serena blurted, "You killed Howard?"

Gwendolyn's brow furrowed. "Yes. He'd pretty much outlived his usefulness."

Confusion riddled Serena. Maybe when her mind cleared a bit she would be able to figure it all out. "You were in my house," she whispered. Darkness wanted to claim her once again, but she resisted. What had Dorie . . . Gwendolyn . . . used on her?

"You have something someone wants," Gwendolyn said.

"The package. That's what you were looking for."

Gwendolyn smiled, a cold, cruel smile. "Yes, the package. Thank you for not playing like you don't know what I mean. As much as I love games, that's not one I want to play."

Serena swallowed. "Can I have some water?"

Her question seemed to throw Gwendolyn off for a moment. The woman frowned, then turned and disappeared into a small room behind Serena. She heard water running, then a cup was shoved into her hand. "Feel like you have cotton mouth, huh? A side effect of the drug."

Serena took a small swallow and tasted the sweetness of the water. "What did you use?"

"Scopolamine, of course. Compliments of my uncle in Ecuador. It makes one very compliant. You were even kind enough to drive Paul's jeep for me."

Serena frowned. She had no memory of that.

Camille's eyes bounced back and forth between her and Gwendolyn. All Serena could think was to keep her talking. Would Dominic get her message?

"How did you get past my alarm system?"

Gwendolyn lifted a pink tinted brow. "Through your doggie door. By the way, you have a loose board on that fence in the back. Might want to get that checked." She laughed, a hard, cold sound that sent terror shuddering through her.

The doggie door. Serena shivered at the simplicity of it. Then anger pushed its way through her terror. "Why did you attack my mother?"

Gwendolyn frowned and shrugged. "I didn't do that."

Serena didn't believe her, but why would she lie? "Then who did? And why?"

"I have an idea, but it doesn't matter."

The memory of her wreck came back to her and she looked around, her eyes probing the room, the shadows and corners. "Wait a minute. You have a partner. It took two of you to do what you did when you rammed me with your car and killed the officer."

Gwendolyn stood and laughed. "Oh Serena, this whole thing has just been an amazing game. A game." She shook her head and muttered, "A game. My game. No one else's game, you understand?"

"No. What do you mean? Who was the other person helping you?"

Could she keep Gwendolyn talking long enough for Dominic to figure out where she was? Did the woman have her cell phone? Could they trace Camille's?

"No one was helping me. He just came out of nowhere and . . . helped me. I don't know why, but I'm not going to question fate."

A thought occurred to Serena. "How did you know I'd be at Camille's house? She texted me, telling me she needed help. How did you know?"

Gwendolyn laughed again. "Camille didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"She lost her phone the night she broke into your house."

"She broke-" Serena blinked, her gaze landing on her friend still huddled in the corner. Clarity reigned. "Oh. You found the phone and texted me. It was a setup."

"Exactly," the woman drawled.

"I didn't break into her house." The quiet words grabbed their attention. Camille pulled herself up into the chair and stared at them, her gaze dull. With a hint of defiance. "I didn't break into her house. I was in the garage, and when I saw a light flashing inside, I looked through the garage door window. I saw you snooping around. You had her alarm turned off."

"Yes, when you have friends in high places, it's not hard to get a simple alarm code." Gwendolyn smirked.

"But the alarm went off that night," Serena whispered.

Gwendolyn's smirk faded. "Your sneaky little friend caused that to happen."

Camille narrowed her eyes, swallowed hard. She lowered her eyes, then looked back up at Serena. "I lied to you at Covenant House. I didn't want to talk to the FBI guy because I was afraid I'd get in trouble for being in your garage."

"Oh Camille," Serena breathed.

The girl looked up, a defiant light smoldering as she stared at Gwendolyn. "But I couldn't let you hurt Serena." She made a good effort at an I-don't-care shrug. "And I sure couldn't call the cops. The only thing I could think to do was set off the alarm. So I armed it and then ran out the front door when you had your back turned." Satisfaction momentarily blotted out the girl's terror and Serena's heart filled with the knowledge that Camille wanted to help protect her, had put herself in danger to get a killer out of Serena's house. So that's why she ran. She didn't want to admit to Dominic, a cop, that she'd been trespa.s.sing in Serena's garage.

"Camille, hon . . ."

Keep everyone talking was the only thing Serena could think of at the moment. Give Dominic time to get his text and realize something was wrong. "Wait a minute, how did you get in my garage without setting off the alarm? And how did you know my code?"

Averting her eyes, Camille offered a little shrug. "I used to hide in your boat to get away from my dad. Your window in the storage room is unlocked. I just climbed in, unlocked the storage room door, and crawled under the tarp."

Serena pictured Camille doing exactly what she said. The storage room locked from the inside. Once in the room, she would just have to open the door to step into the garage. Simple enough. "And your alarm panel is easy to see from there. I just watched you punch it in. Even got the new code when you changed it. When it got too hot in the boat and you weren't home, I'd turn the alarm off and go inside."

Which explained why the person who had s.n.a.t.c.hed her mother hadn't set off the alarm. They'd probably surprised Camille, who hadn't had time to arm the alarm before getting out of the house.

So her safely alarmed home wasn't so safe. And people in high places? What had Gwendolyn meant by that? She'd been living with a false sense of security for years. Her stomach twisted and she offered up a silent prayer. Please, G.o.d, please, deliver us from this evil.

35.

Terry called and Dominic touched his Bluetooth to answer. "What do you have?"

"I pulled the text messages from Camille's phone and Serena's. They exchanged texts. Camille was probably at her house when she texted, because they came from the tower closest to her house. Same for Serena."

"We found Serena's phone at Camille's house. Keep trying to locate Camille's phone."

More tapping in the background, then Terry said, "Nothing is showing up. Either her phone is off or the batteries have been pulled."

How was he going to find her?

He still kept coming back to Nate.

"Get someone to pick up Nate Lindell. I'm going to pay a visit to Drake. If anyone knows where they would be, it's him."

Dominic hung up and aimed the vehicle for the prison while dialing a number he'd memorized the day he'd met Serena again at the first crime scene.

"Columbia Hospital Morgue. Paul Hamilton. How can I help you?"

"Paul, this is Dominic Allen. Serena's missing and I need to know if you've talked to her lately."

"Missing? What do you mean missing?"

Dominic gave the man a short explanation. "So I need to know the last time you talked to her."

"When she borrowed my jeep a couple of hours ago."

So that's how Serena had gotten to Camille's house. But where was the jeep? Had the killer taken it? But then how had the killer gotten to Camille's house? Walked? Taken a cab?

"Anything else you can tell me?"

"No. Nothing. Sorry." Worry riddled his voice. "Please let me know when you find her."

"Will do."

Dominic wheeled into the parking lot of the prison and bolted for the building. Hunter arrived right on his tail.

Ten long minutes later, they were in the room with Drake Lindell. "I know your daughter, Gwendolyn, aka Allison Kingston, was in on the killings with you twenty years ago, you sick-" Dominic broke off and got himself under control while Drake looked at him. The sympathetic expression on the man's face made him want to put his fist through it.

Hunter took over. "We've already checked your old torture chamber, but it's gone. Where would Gwendolyn take Serena and Camille?"

His brow lifted. "She took the medical examiner?" Amus.e.m.e.nt danced in his eyes for a split second before he shuttered them again. "I wonder why."

Dominic leaned in, invading the man's s.p.a.ce. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to faze him. "I think you know exactly why." He slapped down a paper with two phone numbers on it. "We're also in the process of tracing these calls. Why don't you make things easier on all of us and just tell us who the numbers belong to."

Hunter rubbed his chin. "I'm betting one belongs to Daddy's little girl, Gwen."

"Where would she take her, Lindell?" Dominic's voice was low, demanding.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now, I'm ready to go back to my cell." He stood and motioned to the guard.

Dominic rose to stop him, but Hunter's hand on his forearm made him pause.

"Let him go. He's not going to tell us anything."

Dominic slammed a fist onto the table.

Hunter said, "Let's get back to the office, go through every shred of information we have, and figure this out."

Dominic shook his head. "We don't have time for that."

"Okay, you have another suggestion?"

He didn't. Pacing, he thought, racking his brain, searching for an answer, praying to the Almighty to provide one. Nothing came to him.

Then, "It's the missing girls."

"What is?" Hunter asked.

"I don't know. I keep thinking about the girls that are still missing. You know as well as I do that if they haven't turned up yet, they were probably killed twenty years ago."

"Yeah. I know."

He walked to the door. "Come on. I want to look at those files again. Our answer is there."

Hunter followed him out the door.

Serena yanked at the cuffs. Gwendolyn had left the room a few minutes ago. "Camille, we've got to figure out how to get out of here."

Camille sniffled, then whispered, "We're going to die, aren't we?"

"Not if we get out."

"We're not going to get out." Camille looked at her cuffed ankle. "How do you get out of handcuffs?"

"You pick them."

Hopelessness stared back at Serena. "Camille. Look around. You can get up and move from the chair a bit. See if there's anything small and sharp."

Camille simply stared at her.

"Camille! Do it!" She felt bad for yelling at her when the girl jerked and frowned, but at least it got her out of the chair and searching the floor.

Serena did the best she could from her spot at the other end of the table.

And then the search was over when the door opened again and Dor-Gwendolyn walked back into the room. She still held a weapon, but it was a different one.

Gwendolyn lifted a brow when she saw Camille out of the chair and on the floor. "What are you doing, brat?"