Last to Die: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

children alive, then you need me, and I need you.”
    “Do you have an actual plan in mind, or is this just one of those
in principle
alliances?”
    “I wouldn’t be alive if I didn’t make plans. We’re going to make Icarus reveal himself.”
    “How?”
    “It involves the children.”
    “Okay,” said Frost, “I’m not liking what I’m hearing.”
    “You haven’t heard it.”
    “You mentioned the kids. There’s no way we’ll agree to put them in any danger.”
    “They’re
already
in danger, don’t you get it?” Carole snapped. “I’m the only reason Claire and Will are alive right now. Because I was there to save them.”
    “And now you want to use them?” Frost looked at Jane. “You know that’s what she’s planning.”
    “Give her a chance to talk,” said Jane, her gaze fixed on Carole. She knew nothing about this woman, not even her real name, and Jane had not decided if she could trust her.
Honor among bitches
only worked if you knew the other bitch. All Jane knew was what she saw: an athletic blonde in her forties, wearing expensive boots and an even more expensive wristwatch. A woman who had about her the faint air of desperation. If what Carole had told them was true, then she’d been a Company operative since her midtwenties. For the past two years, she’d been continually on the move, under different names, which would have been difficult if she’d had a family tagging along. She’s a lone wolf, thought Jane. A survivor, who’d do what was necessary to stay alive.
    “I know you’re concerned about the children,” said Carole. “But if we don’t end this, they’ll never be safe. As long as they live, they represent failure to Icarus. He needs to show the world that he can’t be fucked with. That if you cross him, he will be relentless. Thinkabout what their lives will be like if we don’t kill him. Every year, they’ll need new identities, new homes. Running, always running. I know what that’s like, and it’s no life for a kid. Certainly not for teenagers hungry for friends and stability. This is their best chance for a normal life, and they don’t even have to know about it.”
    “How are you going to keep this from them?”
    “They’re already where they need to be. A defensible location. A monitored access road. A school staffed by teachers who will defend them.”
    “Wait. Are you telling us that Anthony Sansone knows about this?”
    “He knows only that they’re in danger and they need protection. I asked Dr. Welliver to share that much with him, but not the specifics.”
    “So he doesn’t know about this operation?”
    Carole’s gaze slipped away. “Even Dr. Welliver didn’t know.”
    “And now she’s dead. How did that happen?”
    “I don’t know why she killed herself. But I already have an agent on the property and more are coming. These are the last surviving children of my colleagues, and I
will
keep them safe. I owe it to them.”
    “Is this really about the kids?” asked Jane. “Or is it all about you?”
    The truth was there, in Carole’s face, and in the wry arch of her eyebrow, the faint tilt of her head. “Yes, I want my life back. But it won’t happen until I take him down.”
    “If you even recognize him when you see him.”
    “Any armed intruder will be brought down. We can sort out the bodies later.”
    “How do you know that Icarus himself will show up?”
    “Because I understand him. These children are high-value targets for him. So am I. He wants the satisfaction of personally seeing us die. With all of us in one location, he won’t be able to resist the bait.”
    She looked at her watch. “I’m wasting time here. I need to get to Maine.”
    “What do you expect from us?” asked Jane.
    “To stay out of it.”
    “Teddy Clock is
my
responsibility. And lady, you are
way
out of your jurisdiction.”
    “The last thing I need are clueless cops shooting at their own shadows.” She glanced down as her cell phone rang. Turning away, she answered it with a brusque: “Talk to me.”
    Though Jane could not see the woman’s face, she saw her spine suddenly stiffen, her shoulders snap straight. “We’re on our way,” she said, and disconnected.
    “What happened?” asked Jane.
    “I had an agent in place. At the school.”
    “Had?”
    “His body has just been found.” Carole looked at Jane. “It seems we’ve come to the final act.”

TWENTY-NINE
 
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