Ice Cold: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

became of her. Years later, I found out.”
    As Cathy took a calming breath, Jane remained silent, waiting to hear what by then she knew would be a tragic conclusion.
    “I finished college,” Cathy continued. “Got a job as a social worker in a hospital in Idaho Falls. One day, an emergency obstetrical case came in through the ER. A young woman who was hemorrhaging after giving birth in Plain of Angels. It was my friend Katie. She was only twenty-two when she died. Her mother was with her, and she happened to let slip the fact that Katie had five other children at home.” Cathy’s jaw tightened. “You do the math.”
    “The authorities must have been notified.”
    “Oh, they were. I made damn sure they were. The Idaho police went to Plain of Angels and asked questions. By then, The Gathering had their story worked out. No, I’d heard wrong, it was only her first child. There were no underage mothers. There was no sexual abuse of girls. They were merely a peaceful community where everyone was happy and healthy, a true nirvana. The police couldn’t do a thing.” Cathy stared at Jane. “It was too late to save my friend. But I thought I could help the others. All the girls trapped in The Gathering. That’s when I became an activist.
    “For years, I’ve collected information about Jeremiah and his followers. I’ve urged law enforcement to do its job and protect those girls. But there’s no way to shut down The Gathering until they arrest Jeremiah. As long as he’s alive and free, he controls them. He can issue orders and send his men after people who defy him. But if he’s cornered, he’ll become dangerous. Remember what happened in Jonestown. And with the Branch Davidians in Waco. When Jim Jones and David Koresh knew they were about to go down, they took everyone with them. Men, women, and children.”
    “But why now?” asked Jane. “What would make Jeremiah order a mass suicide at this particular time?”
    “Maybe he thinks authorities are closing in on him. That it’s just a matter of time before he’s arrested. When you face decades behind bars for sex crimes, when you know you’re going down, you don’t care how many people you take with you. If you fall, so must your followers.”
    “There’s a problem with that theory, Cathy.”
    “What problem?”
    “These bodies were buried. Someone dragged them out into the field and dug a pit and tried to hide what happened. If Jeremiah talked them into committing mass suicide with him, then who was left behind to bury the bodies? Who burned down these houses?”
    Cathy fell silent, thinking about this. Outside, members of the recovery team were returning to their vehicles. They looked like puffy Michelin men inside their biohazard suits. The light had faded, turning the landscape a wintry gray and white. Deep in the shadow of the surrounding woods, more scavengers surely lurked, waiting for another chance to feast on poisoned meat. Meat that had already killed their companions.
    “They’re not going to find Jeremiah’s body here,” said Jane.
    Cathy looked at the burned remains of Kingdom Come. “You’re right. He’s alive. He must be.”
    A rap on Cathy’s door made both women start in surprise. Through the glass, Jane recognized state detective Pasternak’s pallid face peering in at them. As Cathy rolled down the window, he said: “Miss Weiss, I’m ready to hear whatever you have to say about The Gathering.”
    “So now you finally believe me.”
    “I’m only sorry no one’s been listening.” He gestured toward her backseat. “May I get in out of the wind and join you two?”
    “I’ll tell you everything I know. On one condition,” said Cathy.
    Pasternak slid into the back and pulled the door shut. “Yes?”
    “You have to share some information with us.”
    “Like what?”
    Jane turned in her seat and looked at him. “How about startingwith what you know about Deputy Martineau? And where he got the money to buy a brand-new Harley and a shiny new truck.”
    Pasternak glanced back and forth at the two women gazing at him over the seats. “We’re looking into that.”
    “Where is Jeremiah Goode?” said Cathy.
    “We’re looking into that, too.”
    Cathy shook her head. “You’ve got a mass grave here, and you know who’s probably responsible for it. You must have some idea of where he is.”
    After a moment, Pasternak nodded. “We’re in touch with Idaho law enforcement. They told me they already have a contact