Dead Hunt

appeared from between the bags.
‘‘Help me.’’
It was a hoarse whisper.
‘‘Please, help me.’’
It was a very old man, his eyes were red rimmed, and he had a trickle of saliva running down his chin.
‘‘Please...’’
He was suddenly propelled backward and disappeared into the wall.

Chapter 52
    Diane stood dumbfounded, staring at the swinging garment bags. She gathered her wits about her and knelt down, pulled out the boxes, and pressed on the wall. There was a give in the bead board. She heard a loud, high-pitched, but muffled voice behind the wall.
    ‘‘Please, help me. Help me, please,’’ said a mocking voice. ‘‘Do you think anyone came to help Iris when she called out for help, Alain, dear?’’
    Diane heard slapping sounds and more yelling.
    ‘‘Mr. Delaflote... Mrs. Delaflote?’’ Diane called out. ‘‘Is that you?’’
‘‘Who is that? Who knows our name? Get away from here. You’ll make them mad. Don’t make my flowers mad. Tell them I didn’t let him get away.’’
Diane heard a rattling coming from her bedroom door. She stepped out of the closet and grabbed one of the curtain rods. She slipped the other one under the bed. She turned out the lights in the room and stood off to the side, ready to strike.
The door opened an inch.
‘‘Diane?’’
‘‘Kingsley?’’ she said.
Diane turned on the light. Kingsley slipped in and Diane closed the door behind him.
‘‘How did you get in here? For that matter, how did you get out of your room?’’ she asked.
‘‘I picked the lock. These old locks are easy for a clever fellow like me. Granted, it’s not as clever as putting a cell phone under a dresser.’’ He grinned at her. He looked better than he had at dinner.
‘‘How are you feeling?’’ she asked.
‘‘I’ve had better days, but I’m all right,’’ he assured her.
‘‘I think I’ve found Ma and Pa Delaflote,’’ she said.
‘‘Really? Are they alive?’’ he said.
‘‘Alive, but payback is definitely a bitch. He hasn’t aged gracefully.’’ she said. Diane told him about the encounter. ‘‘They are right behind that wall.’’ She pointed into the closet.
‘‘Damn. Did the girls lock them both up, or . . . or what?’’ he said.
‘‘I think so,’’ said Diane. ‘‘I’m not really sure. It looked like only Mr. Delaflote wanted to escape.’’
‘‘I like your weapon, by the way,’’ he said.
Diane fished out the other side of the curtain rod and gave it to him.
‘‘I had curtain rods. I should have thought of this,’’ he said.
‘‘You picked the locks,’’ said Diane. ‘‘We have weapons and I have a lot of false bravado. So now what’s the plan?’’
‘‘See if we can find a way out. My windows are nailed shut, are yours?’’
‘‘Yes,’’ she told him.
‘‘Let’s see if we can find a back stairway,’’ he said.
They peeked into the hallway. Empty. They stepped into the corridor, closed the door behind them, and walked gently to a door across the hall and tried to open it. It was locked. They tried another one. Locked as well. They made their way to the stairway they had originally come up with Iris. The two of them stopped and listened. Diane wondered if they could hear her heart pounding. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
They heard voices, but none near. They were muffled and sounded heated. The triplets were having an argument. Good , thought Diane.
‘‘Should we try to get out the front door? Back door?’’ whispered Diane.
‘‘Do you remember if the steps squeaked as we came up?’’ he asked softly.
Diane thought for a moment. ‘‘Yes, but maybe if we stick close to the wall they won’t squeak as much. The house must make noises all the time. I don’t understand why they didn’t hear Ma and Pa just now. Maybe they won’t hear us.’’
Diane led the way. Kingsley followed close behind. They hugged the wall with each step. So far, so good. When Diane entered the house she had been relieved to find it bright and well lit. Now she wished it were dark. Each time the steps creaked, a tremor of fear went though her. The lightheartedness she felt when she first saw Kingsley was giving way to dread.
As they descended the staircase the voices grew louder and clearer.
‘‘None of this is his fault, Iris. He made the best decisions he could. It isn’t his fault he ran across that Diane person. She figured this out. I think she would have anyway, even if Joey had made no