We should get moving if were going to beat the storm, he said pointedly to the sheriff.
Martinez glanced up the road, though Lonesome Lake was a good ten miles further along the two-lane track leading into the foothills. Do me a favor and call me when you get back to Kenner City, so I know you made it down off the mountain safely, okay? The sheriff rattled off a number. Got that?
Sophie nodded and entered the number in her sleek, sophisticated PDA, which was one of VaughnTecs newer designs. Got it. Once she had the number keyed in, she tucked the handheld into the pocket of her stylish wool coat, keeping it close at hand.
Still, Martinez didnt look satisfied.
Getting the distinct impression that the sheriff wasnt at all happy with their plan, Griffin lowered his voice and said, What arent you telling us?
Martinez grimaced, and for a moment, Griffin didnt think he was going to answer. But then the sheriff said, Look, there have been someincidents in this area lately. First, there was that body that turned up, the dead FBI agent? At Griffins nod of remembrance, he continued, Well, after that, we found an abandoned car with a baby in it. A baby, for Gods sake. And then one of our crime scene analysts was attacked the other day not far from here, further on toward Lonesome Lake. The weathers been playing hell with our ability to process the scenes, which is logjamming the investigationsand to top it all off, the Feds think theres a chance that Vincent Del Gardo might still be in the area. The sheriff shook his head. Logically, those incidents probably arent all connected, butJust be careful up there, okay?
Griffin muttered a curse under his breath, but nodded. Will do.
Call me if you need anything. The sheriff stepped back and waved them on their way, but his eyes remained dark as he watched them pass.
His figure had barely begun to recede in the distance before Sophie said, Who is Vincent Del Gardo?
Griffin knew he probably should have told her about the recent problems near Lonesome Lake, but to be honest, hed all but forgotten about them. Between the HiTek negotiations, Kathleens retirement and various other business matters hed been juggling against his responsibility as Lukes father and his desire to be involved in as many pieces of his sons life as he possibly could be, he simply hadnt given much thought to the issues in Kenner County. Hed assumed the matter would be settled by the time the estate was completely renovated and he brought Luke and Darryn out for a visit. So he hadnt bothered updating Sophie on the situation.
Besides, it wasnt like hed planned to bring her out to Lonesome Lake. Between the stalled negotiations, the air traffic delays and the continued problems up at the estate, itd just been the most practical solution under the circumstances.
More or less, he thought, glancing at the ominous sky overhead and considering just how much of his decision to drive out had been motivated by practicality, and how much had been the bloody-minded stubbornness Kathleen had accused him of more than once. He could feel the storm gathering, and a piece of him wondered if they might not be better off turning around and heading back down to the city without doing a walk-through of the lake house. But he was bound and determined to get something done today, and besides, the best Doppler money could buy said they had a few hours leeway.
So instead of calling it off, he answered her question, saying, Vincent Del Gardo isor washead of the Del Gardo crime family in Las Vegas. Griffin recalled what Martinez had told him a few weeks earlier, when the sheriff had called to ask for permission for the countys newly assembled crime scene unit, the Kenner County CSU, to search the estate and surrounding property. About three years ago, Del Gardo was put on trial for ordering a hit on Nicky Wayne, head of the rival Wayne crime family. Del Gardo was convicted, but he escaped from the courthouse jail and disappeared. A few months ago, the body of Special Agent Julie Grainger, whod been working the Del Gardo case, was found on a Ute reservation near here. Since then, Sheriff Martinezs people, the KCCU, the Feds and the reservation police have been investigating the murder. About a month ago, they figured out that Del Gardo used to own Lonesome Lake, and came to suspect that he mightve been hiding out in the area.
You bought your getaway from the Mob? Sophie asked. She had a faint wrinkle between her eyebrows, which hed learned signaled that shed just made a mistake, or thought he had. Hed actually learned to pay attention to the tiny frown, because when she wasnt dumping coffee on him, she had pretty good instincts.
No way. He shook his head in adamant denial. Del Gardo owned the property through a shell company. It was well-hidden, and not something that even the best due diligence wouldve turned up. The Del Gardo family went into a financial skid after Vincent disappeared, so they liquidated a bunch of assets, including Lonesome Lake. My purchasing the place was totally on the up-and-up. Once the Feds figured out the connection between Del Gardo and Lonesome Lake, though, and given that Agent Graingers body was found in Kenner County, they wanted the KCCU to go through the house, just to be sure Del Gardo wasnt hiding there. They searched the mansion backward and forward and didnt find anything. I think they even did a few flyovers of the mountainside, looking for infrared signatures and such. Nothing. Del Gardo is long gone.
Sophie pursed her lips. Sheriff Martinez seems to think otherwise.
Griffin glanced over at her, but beyond her faint frown, he couldnt read her mood from her face. Hed noticed before that for a young woman who by her own admission hadnt seen much of the world, she had an unusual ability to hide her feelings.
The place is clean, but if youre worried about Del Gardo, you can stay in the car while I look around, he offered. I just want to see whats finished and whats not, and check whether the problems that Perry has been reporting are actually as bad as he says, or if theres something else going on up at the estate. It shouldnt take more than an hour, and then well head back into Kenner City.
But she shook her head. You wanted me to come along to take notes and pictures, and thats what Im going to do. Its my job. She said the last with a hint of defiance.
Griffin nodded and slowed as the road curved and a set of pillars came into view, flanking a crushed stone driveway. Here we are. He turned the SUV between the pillars and followed the gravel drive, which quickly gave way to the lake-spanning bridge. He eased up on the gas and let the rental roll to a stop at the edge of the bridge. Welcome to Lonesome Lake.
Even in the gray light of the approaching storm, it was just as gorgeous as he remembered from the one time hed visited prior to buying the property. On that day, several months earlier, the lake had been clear and blue beneath a perfect sky. Now, it was a flat expanse of white, wearing a dusting of snow over the frozen surface. The bridge, which arrowed straight across a narrow point of the lake, was a wide expanse of brick-inset concrete, with knee-high brushed-steel railings on either side to prevent cars from swerving into the water. On the far shore of the lake, the driveway went back to crushed stone and continued up through the tree line, where the lowlands merged with the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.
Partway up, rising above the level of the trees surrounding it, the large estate house looked as though it was built into the side of the mountain itself. The structure, which followed the angle of the earth beneath it, was a blend of rustic logs and modern glass. It ascended the mountain, level by level, and was topped with a partially finished solar-paneled roof. When the roof was completed, the solar panels would catch the sun and help power the massive home. For now, the estate relied on two huge diesel generators, which ran everything except the propane stoves and the well water and filtration system, which used battery-powered pumps. Off to the left of the main house, the roofs of the detached guesthouse and large barn were just visible, as well. Several smaller structure, including the lean-to that housed the generators, as well as a woodshed where the firewood was kept, were below the level of the trees, hidden among the pines.
Griffin was proud that he was able to offer his son such a cool getaway, and a place where they could be just a family, away from the pressures and posturing of San Fran society. He glanced at Sophie. What do you think?
Its lovely, she breathed.
Yeah, he agreed, the view reminding him why hed bought Lonesome Lake rather than one of the other half dozen places hed considered. Hed liked the isolation, yes, and hed been able to picture himself fishing in the lake with Luke, year after year. But hed also been drawn to the wildness of the location, the grandeur of the views and the sheer presence of the architecture.
It was a hell of a place, that was for sure.
Suddenly anxious to get inside the buildings and take a look around at what hador hadntbeen done, he hit the gas and sent the SUV thundering across the bridge.
They were halfway across when he heard a banging noise, as though the SUV had backfired.
Moments later, the concrete surface ahead of them cracked, then sagged. Adrenaline jolted through Griffin as the SUV dropped a few inches, tilting. The damned bridge was giving way!
Hang on! he shouted as he hit the gas hard, flooring it. The SUVs tires screeched and the vehicle lunged forward, but it was too late. They were already sinking. Falling.
Sophie screamed as the steel railing gave way with a screech and groan. The nose of the SUV yawed downward. Griffin locked up the brakes, but that didnt help. Nothing did.
The vehicle slid ten or fifteen feet, then dropped straight down and smashed into the frozen surface of Lonesome Lake.
The crash noise roared inside the vehicle, counter-pointed by Sophies choked-off scream. Ice chunks flew up on either side of them and the airbags detonated with a whumpf, cushioning the force of the impact, but also pinning Griffin back against the drivers seat as the SUV nosed beneath the lake surface. Cursing, he fought the springy airbag, fought his seat belt, trying to get free.
The spiderwebbed windshield crumbled inward under the water pressure and frigid water poured in over the dashboard, dousing him. Freezing him. A clock started up in his head, timing how long theyd been in the water, and how long they could stay there, which wasnt long at all.
The SUV paused for a moment, hung up on a chunk of pylon, then slewed to the side and started to sink once again.
Griffin didnt know how deep the lake was at that location, didnt want to wait around and find out. They had to get out of the vehicle, had to reach the mansion and get themselves dried off and warm, or else hypothermia would set in quickly. He didnt know why or how the bridge had given way just as they were crossing itmaybe the passage of the construction trucks had weakened it, or the last freeze-thaw cycle had done irreparable damage. But that didnt matter just then. What mattered was getting him and Sophie to safety.
Knowing theyd gone from a business drive to a life-or-death situation in an instant, Griffin shoved his business persona aside and drew on the man hed once been, the soldier whod saved lives, and taken them. Fighting past the airbag, he kicked the windshield all the way out, letting in a new gush of water but clearing the way for escape. Come on, he said. We can He broke off, cursing bitterly as he got a good look at Sophie.
She was out cold. And the water was rising fast.
ON THE OTHER SIDE of the lake, the bald man leaned up against a tree and watched the SUV sink into the frozen lake.
He wouldve liked a cigarette to congratulate himself for a job well done, but his wife had nagged him to quit a few years back. So instead, he stood there and watched as the ice-laden water rose up around the heavily tinted rear windows of the four-by-four.
He couldnt see in through the tint, but there was no sign of the vehicles occupants trying to escape. If Vaughn and his secretary were in a position to get out, there wouldve been doors flying open, and occupants scrambling out to safety. Which meant they were already dead, or close enough to it that the distinction was academic.
It was for the best, really, he thought, feeling no grief or guilt for the dead, but rather the sense of another box checked off on his to-do list. He didnt have anything against Vaughn and the woman. They had simply been in the way of more important things.
Satisfied, the man pantomimed flicking an imaginary cigarette butt to the ground and pretended to grind it into the frozen soil. Then he settled his loaded knapsack more comfortably on his back and turned away, headed back uphill toward the barn at the rear of the house.
He had a job to do. It was as simple as that. And anyone who got in his way was going to become a statistic, real quick.
Chapter Two
Sophie awoke to panic and pain. The panic was locked in her chest, squeezing her lungs and keeping the screams inside. The pain was in her head, making her dizzy and weak. And she was freezingnot just a little time to go put on a sweater chillbut a deep, bone-hurting cold that surrounded her, consumed her.
She struggled against the sensations, trying and failing to push away from whatever terrible nightmare gripped her. Then the world shifted, reeling around her. Light intruded, forcing her to squint against the stabbing glare.
Thats it, Sophie. In and out, a deep, masculine voice said from very close by. You can do it. Breathe in and out.
The pressure on her lungs let up, and some of the pain cleared. The world stopped spinning and she could move again. Moments later she could see again, though seeing didnt do much to clear her confusion, because she found herself lying on her back, with her handsome boss, Griffin Vaughn, leaning over her.
In his late thirties, with short dark hair that was frosted with silver at the temples, Griffin was a hard, no-nonsense businessman with chiseled features and elegantly arched brows. He was clipped and to the point, and rarely let his face show the slightest hint of emotion. Which was why it was shocking to see worry in his dark green eyes, and hear it in his voice when he said, Hey. Welcome back to the land of the living. You scared the heck out of me.
Sorry, she said inanely, too aware that his face was close enough that if she reached up just a little, theyd be kissing. Which was the sort of thought she usually relegated to the dont go there section of her brain, along with thoughts of her mothers illness and her own crippling debt load.