Final Target

  “And Cassie?”

  “The same explanation. I discussed both cases with you and you’re highly sensitive to suggestion in that area.”

  “In the area of never-never land?”

  “Whatever you want to call it. It’s still perfectly reasonable that you—”

  “Stop.” Melissa was laughing. “The one thing I’ve come to realize is that what happened to me has nothing to do with reason. It’s wonderful of you to make excuses to keep me out of the nuthouse, but I am what I am.”

  “And that is?”

  “A freak.” She held up a hand to stop Jessica’s protests. “A nice freak, an intelligent and charismatic freak. But definitely a freak. And stop looking at me as if you want to put me to bed and soothe my fevered brow. I know you wrote this terrific book about me and the way we fought back to normalcy, but you screwed up on one point. I’m not normal.”

  “You most certainly are.”

  “I don’t even know what that is. Not many people I know are completely normal. You’re not normal, you’re Saint Jessica.” She stood up. “I’m going to bed. I’ve worried you enough for one night.”

  “Yes, you have.”

  “But you’re already trying to find a solution. Or should I say cure?”

  “Why haven’t you talked to me like this before? Why tonight?”

  “I was going to slide out of it again because I love you and I want you to respect me. But I was thinking about Cassie as I was sitting here. I may be selfish, but I can’t hide what I am if it means Cassie dying.” She soberly met her sister’s gaze. “Next time, it will be worse. You have to find a way to break the stream. Find a way to enter something new into the mix. Anything to jar her out of the dream.”

  “How the hell can I—”

  “I don’t know. You’re the shrink.” She headed for the front door. “Just do it.”

  “Mellie.”

  She looked over her shoulder.

  “Is that why you came home? Were you having dreams about Cassie?”

  “No.” She looked away as she opened the door. “I had no dreams about—with Cassie before tonight.”

  “You should have stayed away longer,” Teresa said when Jessica walked into the room. “You needed it.”

  “How is she?”

  “No different.” Teresa stood up. “I’m going to go down and have a cup of coffee and then I’m coming back and sending you to bed. You’re beginning to look like one of your own patients.”

  “I’m okay.” It was a lie. She was definitely not okay. She was exhausted and so scared, she felt sick to her stomach. She wasn’t sure if she was more frightened for Cassie or Melissa. The child was lost, but her sister, who she’d thought was whole again, might be spiraling downward.

  Yet Melissa had been perfectly coherent. But how many patients had Jessica treated who’d seemed absolutely sane except when in the middle of an episode?

  Melissa was sane. She was just . . .

  What?

  She leaned back in the chair with a sigh. She didn’t need this additional worry. That any kind of mental joining had occurred was completely unacceptable. It offended logic. Whatever had happened tonight was as simple as the premise she’d offered Melissa.

  She covered Cassie’s hand with her own. “You’ve got to come back soon. The nightmares are hurting you. I thought we could wait, but it’s . . . Come out of the tunnel, baby. You’ll be so much happier, I promise. You’ll see your mama and daddy and they’ll be—”

  Tunnel? Where had that come from?

  She stiffened. Melissa had said Cassie was in the tunnel. It would have been more reasonable for her to see Cassie in the mental forest where she’d spent those six years. But that wasn’t what she’d said.

  She’s a strong little girl. She had no trouble pulling me into the tunnel with her.

  A chill went through her. Melissa’s imagination or perhaps . . . ?

  She wouldn’t believe anything so outlandish. She had to use reason when dealing with Cassie . . . and Melissa. She didn’t know if Cassie’s frail body could withstand another night like tonight.

  Next time, it will be worse. You have to find a way to break the stream.

  Jesus.

  5

  “Karlstadt won’t deal with anyone but you,” van der Beck said as soon as Travis picked up the phone. “He wants to see the merchandise.”

  “You showed him the sample?”

  “He says a raindrop does not make an ocean.”

  “More poetic than I’d expect from Karlstadt.”

  “He wants you here.”

  “Tell him I respect his wishes, but it’s possible to drown in an ocean and I’m not willing to run the risk until I have an attractive offer.”

  “And what do you consider attractive?”

  “Twenty-five million has a certain ring.”

  Van der Beck snorted. “You’re dreaming, Michael.”

  “No, they’ll pay it. It’s cheap for the price. Go for it.” He changed the subject. “Have you made contact with anyone who has information about the attack on Vasaro?”

  “I’m going to pay a visit to Henri Claron in Lyon. I’ve heard he may know something. But he’s being very quiet, and you know Henri is seldom quiet.”

  “On the contrary.”

  “And I’ve uncovered an interesting fact. Henri’s wife, Danielle, grew up in the same village as Jeanne Beaujolis, Cassie Andreas’s nanny.”

  “That is interesting.”

  “But, as I said, Henri’s not being very forthcoming.”

  “Scared?”

  “I’ve offered a considerable amount of money. It would take something big to scare him away from a payday that substantial. I’ll let you know.” He hung up.

  Dammit. Travis slipped his phone back in his pocket and strode restlessly over to the window. Not exactly the progress for which he’d been hoping. He’d been here over a week and he was still at square one.

  Well, square one was better than being in a wooden box six feet under. He was just not accustomed to being cooped up. There were only so many hours he could spend on the computer or reading. The only book he’d found really absorbing was the one by Jessica Riley. It was intriguing to delve into the past and minds of Jessica Riley and her sister, Melissa. It made the glimpses he caught of them on the property even more interesting. He felt as if he’d gotten to know them with an intimacy with which he knew few people. Most people didn’t open their minds and their feelings to even their closest friends, but Jessica had written with a clarity that was poignantly touching. Her story of her fight to help her sister through trauma when their parents had burned to death before the child’s eyes had no trace of ego, only boundless affection in every word.

  Through the rain he could see that the lights in the upstairs bedroom were on again at the big house. That was the third night this week. It seemed Cassie was not doing well. Poor kid.

  And poor Jessica Riley. If he could read between the lines of her book, she was probably suffering almost as much as her patient.

  None of his business. How many times had he told himself that since he’d arrived at Juniper? From sheer boredom he was being drawn into speculation, and speculation was seldom enough for him. He liked to be in control. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be abandoning his nice, safe position as observer and diving in and trying to sort out the situation. It was clear he needed to get back to his own life and forget about Cassie Andreas and the people around her.

  Cassie screamed again.

  “Baby, no.” Jessica rocked her back and forth. “Please. Wake up. You can’t go on like—”

  Cassie’s mouth stretched wide and she screamed. Over and over.

  Pulse rapid. Skin clammy.

  “Hypodermic?” Teresa asked.

  “I gave her a shot during the last episode, and it hardly fazed her. If I give her too much now, it could kill her.”

  But what would work? she wondered frantically. This fit had been going on for over twenty
minutes. It was Cassie’s worst attack yet, and she couldn’t let the child—

  “Take care of her,” she told Teresa. She jumped to her feet and ran out of the room, past Cassie’s guard and down the hall. She threw open Melissa’s door. “Cassie’s bad. I don’t know what you can do, but if there’s a chance to—”

  Melissa didn’t answer.

  Jessica turned on the lamp.

  Melissa was lying with her eyes open.

  “Mellie?”

  Rapid pulse. Clammy skin.

  “Shit.”

  Tears were running down Jessica’s cheeks as she ran out of the room. What the hell could she do? Everything was crazy. Nothing made sense. There was no reason for that lovely child to die.

  And Melissa. Oh, God, Melissa.

  Sweet Jesus, what could she do? There was nothing—

  You have to find a way to break the stream. Find a way to enter something new into the mix.

  She was running down the stairs and out in the rain.

  Break the stream.

  Find something new.

  She knew where to find a new element. She had known since the night Andreas had forbidden her to have anything to do with Michael Travis.

  Screw it. She couldn’t stand by and let this horror happen.

  She pounded on the door of the gatehouse. “Open the door, dammit.”

  Travis opened it. “What the hell—”

  “Come on.” She grabbed his arm. “I need you. Now.”

  “What’s happened?”

  “Don’t ask questions. Just come.” She pulled him out. “I’m Jessica Riley and—”

  “I know who you are. What I don’t know is what you’re doing here.”

  “I’ll explain later. Just come with me.”

  “I’m coming.” He ran beside her up the driveway. “The kid?”

  “Yes. I think she could die.” Jessica tried to steady her voice. “She’s having a nightmare and I can’t wake her.” They reached the manor and she pulled him inside the foyer. “You’ve got to help.”

  “I’m no doctor.”

  “Don’t argue. Just do what I say.” She heard the screams as she ran up the staircase. Relief poured through her. If Cassie was screaming, she was still alive.

  Larry Fike met her at the top of the steps, his gaze on Travis. “He can’t come in, Dr. Riley. I have my orders.”

  “He is coming in,” she said fiercely. “You can search him. You can come into the bedroom and stand beside him. But he’s coming in. I need him.”

  “I have my orders.”

  “And are you going to explain to the President why you kept me from having the means to save his daughter’s life?”

  “I have my—” He stopped, his gaze on Cassie’s door. “Spread-eagle and put your hands on the wall, Travis.”

  She watched impatiently as Fike frisked Travis. “Hurry. Please, she’s—”

  Fike motioned for Travis to go into the bedroom but followed him immediately.

  Jessica flew over to the bed. “How is she, Teresa?”

  “Maybe a little worse.” She looked at Travis. “What’s he doing here?”

  “I’m asking the same question,” Travis said. “What am I doing here?”

  “I don’t know. I had to do something—”

  Another scream.

  Travis jumped and then took a step forward. “Can’t you stop that? It’s got to be bad for her to—”

  “If I could stop it, I wouldn’t need you.” She took a deep breath and tried to think. “She’s having a nightmare and I can’t jar her out of it. I think it’s about Vasaro and she’s trying to get away from something. But she can’t escape it so the nightmare keeps going on and on. We have to have something to break the pattern.”

  “Me?”

  “You saved her life at Vasaro. You may have to do it again tonight.”

  “She’s that bad?”

  “I don’t know. The nightmare has to stop.”

  “You’re damn right it does.” Travis sat down on the bed. He gathered Cassie’s hands in his. He was silent for an instant and then said, “You’re safe, Cassie. I’m here. It’s over. Remember, we’re going to go into the kitchen and wait for your mom and dad.”

  Cassie screamed.

  “You’re safe. I’m here. He’s gone. They’re all gone.”

  She screamed.

  “Listen to me, Cassie.” His voice was low, urgent. His gaze fastened on her face. Jessica could almost feel his will grappling with the child’s terror. “It’s over. You’re safe. He’s gone.”

  Cassie’s scream broke off.

  “No one can hurt you. He can’t hurt anyone. You’re safe.”

  Cassie was staring at him.

  “He’s gone. They’re all gone. You’re safe.”

  She drew a deep breath.

  Minutes passed. Finally she closed her eyes.

  Thank you, God. Jessica stepped forward and took Cassie’s pulse. It was steadying.

  “Is she okay?” Travis asked.

  “For now. She’s in a deep sleep.”

  “Will she have another nightmare?”

  “Not likely. She’s never had two in one night.” She turned to Teresa. “Please keep an eye on her.”

  “I will.” Teresa stared at Travis. “I’d keep him around.”

  Jessica nodded tiredly. “I’ll be back soon.” Mellie. She had to check on Mellie. She left the room, hurried down the hall to the blue room.

  “Mellie?”

  No answer.

  She crossed to the bed. Melissa also appeared to be in a deep sleep. She took her pulse. Almost normal.

  Melissa’s lids slowly opened. “ Bad . . . time. You almost . . . lost us.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Like we’ve been hit . . . by a truck.” She was looking over Jessica’s shoulder. “ Thank . . . you.”

  Jessica turned her head to see Michael Travis standing a few feet away.

  “For what?” he said.

  “ Later . . . sleepy . . .” Her lids fluttered closed again. “ Thank . . .”

  “Good idea. Go to sleep.” Jessica pulled the sheet up around her sister’s shoulders. “I’ll check on you in a few hours.”

  “Don’t . . . have . . . to. We’re . . . fine.”

  “I’ll do it anyway.” Jessica motioned for Travis to follow her. “Good night, Mellie.”

  Melissa didn’t answer. She was asleep.

  In the hallway Jessica turned to Travis. “Why did you follow me?”

  “What else was I to do? Evidently, you had no more use for me with the little girl, and that Secret Service man was staring a hole in me.”

  “You had no right to barge into my sister’s bedroom.”

  He shrugged. “You left the door open, and when I saw you were taking her pulse, I thought you might need me.”

  “I didn’t need you. Mellie . . . was just . . . tired.”

  “Oh?”

  “Thank you, everything’s fine now. You can go.”

  He shook his head. “I’m wet to the skin and I’m not going out in that storm until I dry off and have a cup of hot coffee.” He started down the staircase. “If you’ll point me to the kitchen? You needn’t come with me. I’m used to fending for myself.”

  She could see that he was. His manner was as casual as if this were his home. But that he was also very wet was true. She’d been so upset, she’d not even noticed. “I’m sorry.” She hurried down the stairs. “Are you cold? I guess I should have let you get an umbrella at the gatehouse, but my mind was on other things.”

  “I don’t think you even realized it was raining.” He followed her into the kitchen. “And you’re as wet as I am. Or didn’t you realize that either?”

  She hadn’t. “I’ll get us a couple of towels after I put on the coffee.”

  “I’ll get them. Tell me where they are.”

  “The armoire in the powder room down the hall to the left.”

  “Right.”

 
Jessica had put the coffee on and set cups on the table by the time he came back.

  “Nice house.” He tossed her a big white towel and started drying his hair with the one in his hand. “It’s not often you see antique armoires in a powder room. It must be like living in another age.”

  “Sometimes.” She wiped her face and neck before dabbing at her hair. “Particularly when the electricity goes out.” She tossed the towel aside. “Do you take cream or sugar?”

  Travis shook his head. “Does the power go out often?”

  “No, my parents had the place rewired when I was a kid, but it still has its quirky moments.” She poured the coffee. “The President said you lived in Europe, so you must be familiar with ancient houses.”

  “Only in the slums.” He sat down and cradled his cup in his hands. “The houses I grew up in usually fell down before they had a chance of becoming historic landmarks. When I became an adult, I usually preferred modern houses with all the conveniences because I was moving fast and hard.” His eyes twinkled. “And I didn’t have time to fix quirky electricity.”

  “Who does? It’s a choice you make.” She sat down across from him. “I want to thank you for helping me with Cassie. I know I must have seemed like a crazy woman when I came pounding on your door.”

  “It was definitely unexpected.”

  “But you came with me anyway. I’ll always be grateful. I was terrified.”

  “I could see it.” He sipped his coffee. “Tell me about Cassie.”

  “Everyone in the world knows that she’s suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome.”

  “But everyone doesn’t know about those nightmares. Does she talk about them?”

  “She doesn’t talk, period.”

  “Then how do you know she’s dreaming about Vasaro?”

  She glanced down to her cup. “It’s logical, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you were able to bring her out of it because you were at Vasaro.”

  “Also very logical. Why did you think she’d react to me?”

  “You were a new element. It shook up the structure of the dream. When the President first told me about you, I had an idea you could prove useful.”

  He smiled mockingly. “I’m glad to have been of service. However, I don’t think Andreas would agree I was the right candidate for the job.”