She remembered… being in bed with Max, both of them falling asleep after incredible lovemaking. So much still unsettled between them, yet so much more understood and accepted. She remembered… peaceful sleep that had gradually filled with an uncomfortable, frightening darkness. And then… had there been a whisper?
An oddly familiar whisper, telling her to do something?
Her head throbbed suddenly, and she reached up to rub her temple. "Oh, hell. Not another blackout, not now."
"He doesn't want you to think about him when you're awake. Thinking about him gets you closer to what he doesn't want you to remember."
"He? Who is he?"
Hailey stopped and turned to face her. A shaft of moonlight found its way through the trees and shone on her face, illuminating her wry, mocking smile.
"He's our brother, Nell."
Galen used his pencil flashlight and studied the police file. "This is a hell of a thing to find out at this late stage," he noted grimly.
"Yeah."
"So how'd we find it at all?"
"These murders seemed so obviously confined to Silence, so clearly the product of a local, that we just didn't look outside the parish. But when we connected the first three murders with Hailey, I started to wonder about that. As secretive as she'd been, so careful to keep her sexual relationships quiet locally, there was every chance she'd been involved with at least one man outside Silence. So I checked VICAP for similar crimes in the region. And bingo."
"Four other men murdered in the last five years," Galen said. "All of them left behind family and friends just surprised as hell to find those nice respectable men had at least one nasty secret, usually sexual. Different parishes, so none of the cops put it together they were looking for one killer. Somebody's even serving time for the first murder."
"Yeah. I'm guessing he's innocent."
"Sounds like. Does this help us narrow the field?"
"I think so. I cross-checked the time sheets for every deputy and detective who's been in the sheriff's department at least five years against the approximate time of death for each of these murders. Here in Silence, the killer could well have been on-duty and still carried out a murder, but I figured for those outside the parish he was far more likely to have been off-duty or even on vacation."
"And?"
"And I came up with only two names of men who were either off-duty or otherwise unaccounted for during every one of these murders. One is Sheriff Cole."
"Who we are reasonably sure is in the clear. And the other?"
"Kyle Venable."
"Jesus," Galen said.
"Yeah. How about that."
"You're not serious," Nell said, lifting her other hand so she could rub both temples. The fog was even thicker now, and that plus the throbbing pain made it even more difficult for her to concentrate.
"Oh, yes, I am. Kyle Venable is our brother. Half-brother, anyway. Our father's son by another woman." Hailey turned and continued walking.
Nell followed, tried to think, to understand. "What woman? And when did this happen?"
"You make it sound like a car crash."
"Hailey, I don't—" She felt dizzy, sick.
"Listen to me," Hailey snapped, her voice intense. "Listen to my voice, Nell. Concentrate on that."
"My head—"
"I know. But you have to push through the pain, stay in control. You can't let him block you this time."
"Block me?"
"He's been in your head for years."
Nell stopped, her stomach heaving so strongly that she nearly threw up. "What?"
"You shared something, Nell. Something besides our father's blood. The Gallagher curse. Come on, keep walking. We don't have much time."
Nell obeyed almost blindly. "But what—how—"
"It happened, baby sister, before either one of us was born. As you may or may not remember, our parents had a few… difficulties in sharing the same bed. Apparently, those difficulties went all the way back to the start of their relationship. So dear old Dad had himself a nice piece on the side. Several, in fact, in those early years. Household help, usually."
"Oh, Christ," Nell murmured.
"Yeah, disgusting, isn't it? For what it's worth, 1 think most of them were willing. Seduced probably, but not coerced. He could be very charming when he wanted something, and he wanted sex often. He usually picked older women, widows or divorcees. You know—the type who were likely to enjoy sex but didn't have a regular man in their beds. And he liked variety, which is why our cooks and housekeepers never seemed to last very long."
"Are you saying he slept with other women under his own roof?"
"At least a few times he did," Hailey responded coolly. "I saw him. Don't slow down now, we have to hurry."
Nell followed, so numb she wasn't sure if she could feel anything at all now, except the pounding in her head. "And when he got her pregnant? Kyle Venable's mother? What then?"
"Well, to do him justice, he didn't know he had. See, she was different from the others. Never married and sexually inexperienced. Younger, prettier. Looked a bit like Mom, as a matter of fact. He got sort of obsessed with her, started trying to control her the way he tried to control us. She got spooked and quit, left the parish."
"Pregnant."
"Yep. I guess she was too scared of him to ask him for any help, or maybe just too scared, period. Being pregnant without a husband was still a scandal in those days, at least in most places. She was Catholic, formerly a good girl, so abortion wouldn't have been possible even if she'd known how to find a doctor willing to do it."
Nell was still fighting to think clearly, and there were so many questions in her mind she couldn't even choose one, so she just listened.
"Her sister, who was a young widow, lived near New Orleans. That's where she went. Told her sister the story but made her promise that if anything happened, the sister wouldn't try to contact Adam Gallagher in any way or ever let him know there was a child. When it was time, and as the sisters had agreed, she checked herself into the hospital using the sister's married name. Maybe she had a touch of the sight herself, because she died in childbirth.
"So the sister, who'd been left fairly well off when her husband died, found herself with a child to raise. I don't know why she brought Kyle back here to live. Maybe she thought he needed to be near his father. Maybe she was just curious. Or maybe she thought she might need to contact him someday. But she didn't."
"A son," Nell murmured.
"A firstborn son; he was born a month before I was."
"Without the Gallagher name."
"But with the Gallagher curse. He knew he was different from the time he was just a kid. Started having experiences he couldn't really explain. Scared the hell out of his mother, and she finally told him who his father was. Big mistake, and in so many ways."
"What happened?"
"He was a voyeur as a kid. Liked to watch people without them knowing. He started watching Dad. Peeking in the windows, hiding behind trees. He saw him controlling us like we were puppets or dolls. Saw him always hovering around Mom, touching her, stroking her in that way he did, as if she were a favorite pet. He saw him screwing the help like some medieval lord of the manor, treating women other than us as if they were no more than a handy handkerchief to jack off in."
"How do you know—"
"And then Kyle saw something else." Hailey stopped and turned to stare at her sister. "He saw Dad kill Mora."
Nell was dimly aware that they had reached the edge of the woods and that across a cultivated field was a house with several lighted windows, but she didn't take her eyes off her sister. "I tried to tell you."
"I know. I even believed you, I think. I just couldn't admit it. But it did happen. And there was a witness."
"He was watching?"
"Yeah. Peering in the window. He heard them argue, heard Mom saying she was leaving—and taking us with her. Dad accused her of having a lover, said she'd ruined herself, that she'd let another man spoil her. He started beating her."
With brutal suddenness, Nell saw a flashing image of a fair woman cowering, crying, a big dark man swinging big fists. She could hear a harsh voice yelling the same word over and over. Whore. Whore. Whore. Heard the blows, dull and wet, pounding like her head was pounding, splitting flesh, breaking bone, hurting her.
Killing her.
Grief washed over her, and the pain was so intense her knees nearly buckled.
"Nell."
She opened eyes she hadn't realized she had closed and stared into her sister's curiously impassive face. "I… I saw. I saw him kill her."
"Tell me something," Galen requested dryly. "Tell me what good psychic ability does an investigator when it so seldom even picks up on what's right under your nose?"
"He has shields. Not unusual, especially in a small town. There was nothing to indicate his shields were in any way different from anyone else's in Silence."
"You sound defensive."
"Well, I'm no more happy I missed it than you are."
'"'I thought psychics were supposed to recognize each other."
"Not always. That would make it too easy, wouldn't it? The universe would be giving us a gift. It doesn't do that, as a rule."
"Uh-huh. And is that little shortcoming included in the Special Crimes Unit literature? Because I don't remember reading it when I signed on."
"We try to keep it quiet. It tends to unsettle the new recruits."
"I guess it would. Look, do you think we should— Hey. What is it? Did you see something?"
"No. I didn't see anything. Get back to Nell's."
"What are you going to do?"
"Call out the troops."
"I saw him kill her," Nell repeated.
Hailey nodded. "Kyle found you later, when he went back to… nose around the crime scene. You were hiding in a closet, where you'd been playing with a litter of kittens before the violence started. You were pretty much in shock. Maybe he felt sorry for you. Or maybe our father's views had already begun to twist his thinking and he didn't want your pure little mind corrupted by watching your mother being punished for whoring around."
"He touched me," Nell remembered. "Put his hands on either side of my head. Told me it would be all right. That I'd… never have bad dreams."
"To his credit, he did try to make sure of that. But he was only thirteen himself, and his abilities weren't entirely under his control. He didn't really have the skill to do what he tried to do. He couldn't take the memory away from you, but he did manage to hide it from you, lock it in the smallest, darkest corner of your mind. Without even knowing what he was doing, he placed a block there as well, so that anytime you got close to remembering, you'd black out."
"It wasn't the visions?"
Hailey shook her head. "The only reason you so often blacked out after having a vision is that the visions use a part of your mind close to the block. Or maybe it's the same kind of electrical energy, since both the visions and the block come from the Gallagher curse. From our family, our blood."
Nell was silent for a moment, trying to take that in. "Hailey, how do you know all this?"
"Does that matter?"
"I think it does."
Hailey turned her head and gazed off across the field at the lighted house, then looked back at Nell and said, "There's no time. Listen to me, Nell. That darkness you've been afraid of all these years? It isn't you. It was never you. It's Kyle. When he touched your mind, Kyle messed up, he left something of himself there by mistake, some of his energy, I guess, his essence. You were both so young, neither of you able to protect yourselves from that kind of energy, and he went so deep… It's how he was able to make contact again when you came home."
"He's… connected to me? Linked to my mind?"
"Not the way Max is. He can't read your thoughts, never knows what you're thinking or feeling—and if you'll think about it, you'll realize you've never had a sense of him. As another mind, I mean, another person. But he has been able to influence you, even control you, when you were sleeping or unconscious. That was the whisper you heard sometimes. The whisper you've been hearing in your dreams ever since you came back to Silence."
Nell drew a breath and let it out slowly. The fog in her mind seemed to be clearing, but it was still difficult for her to absorb all this. "He's the killer. Kyle is the killer. And he killed all those men… because of you."
With a grimace, Hailey said, "Like father, like son, I guess. Only two kinds of women in the world, according to them. And I turned out to be the wrong kind. He couldn't stand it that someone of his blood had been… tarnished. Spoiled. But for the longest time, he couldn't bring himself to blame me. It was them. Those men. They had corrupted me, and they had to pay for what they'd done to me. So he made sure they did."
"We can stop him, Hailey. We can put him in a cage where he'll never hurt anybody else again."
"Yeah, that'll be great. But we have to catch him first. And I'd rather we did that before he kills Ethan."
Nell was conscious of a chill. "What?"
"That house across the field is Ethan's. Kyle has him inside, and he's planning to kill him. He's just waiting for you."
"Me? That's why he called me out here? To see him kill Ethan?"
"You'll have to ask him why, but I know he's waiting for you. And if you don't reach the house in the next couple of minutes, he'll know something is wrong, and he'll try to get inside your head again. We can't let him do that."
"He will not get inside my head again," Nell said fiercely.
Hailey smiled. "No, he won't. Remembering what he didn't want you to destroyed the block, Nell. And his way in. But if he realizes that before we're ready, we'll lose the element of surprise. That's what they call it, isn't it, in all the detective books? The element of surprise?"