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Last to Die: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

Last to Die: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

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Autoren: Tess Gerritsen
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shoulder, one boot resting on a fallen stag.
    “That’s Cyril Magnus,” said Julian.
    “The man who built this castle?”
    “He was really into hunting. Up in the attic, there’s a ton of mounted animal trophies that he brought back from all over the world. They used to hang in the dining hall until Dr. Welliver said all those stuffed heads ruined her appetite, and she told Mr. Roman to take them down. They got into this big fight about whether the trophies glorified violence. Finally Headmaster Baum had us all vote on it, even the students. That’s when the heads got taken down.”
    She didn’t know any of these people he was talking about, a sad reminder that she was not part of his world here, that he now had his own life far away and independent of her. Already she felt left behind.
    “… and now Dr. Welliver and Mr. Roman are fighting about whether students should learn to hunt. Mr. Roman said yes, because it’s an ancient skill, but Dr. Welliver says it’s barbaric. Then Mr. Roman pointed out that Dr. Welliver eats meat, so that qualifies her as a barbarian, too. Boy, did that get her mad!”
    As Maura unpacked jeans and hiking boots, hung up blouses and a dress in the wardrobe, Julian chattered about his classmates and teachers, about the catapult they’d built in Ms. Saul’s class, about their wilderness trip when a black bear had sauntered into their camp.
    “And I’ll bet you were the one who chased that bear away,” she said with a smile.
    “No, Mr. Roman scared him off. No bear wants to tangle with
him
.”
    “Then he must be a seriously scary man.”
    “He’s the forester. You’ll meet him at dinner tonight. If he shows up.”
    “Doesn’t he have to eat?”
    “He’s avoiding Dr. Welliver, because of the argument I told you about.”
    Maura closed the dresser drawer. “And who’s this Dr. Welliver, who hates hunting so much?”
    “She’s our psychologist. I see her every other Thursday.”
    She turned and frowned at him. “Why?”
    “Because I have issues. Like everyone here.”
    “What issues are you talking about?”
    He looked at her in puzzlement. “I thought you knew. That’s the reason I’m here, the reason all the students were chosen for Evensong. Because we’re different from regular kids.”
    She thought of the class she’d just visited, the two dozen students gathered around Poison Pasky’s demonstration table. They’d seemed like any other cross section of American teenagers.
    “What, exactly, is different about you?” she asked.
    “The way I lost my mom. It’s the same thing that makes all the kids here different.”
    “The other students have lost parents as well?”
    “Some of them. Or they’ve lost sisters or brothers. Dr. Welliver helps us deal with the anger. The nightmares. And Evensong teaches us how to fight back.”
    She thought of how Julian’s mother had died. Thought of how violent crime ripples through families, through neighborhoods, through generations.
Evensong teaches us how to fight back
.
    “When you say the other kids have lost their parents or sisters or brothers,” said Maura. “Do you mean …”
    “Murder,” said Julian. “That’s what we all have in common.”

EIGHT
 
    T HERE WAS A NEW FACE IN THE DINING HALL TONIGHT .
    For weeks Julian had been talking about this visitor Dr. Isles, and about her work in the Boston medical examiner’s office cutting up dead people. He’d never mentioned that she was also beautiful. Dark-haired and slender, with a quietly intense gaze, she looked so much like Julian that they could almost be mother and son. And Dr. Isles looked at Julian the way a mother would look at her own child, with obvious pride, attentive to every word he said.
    No one will ever look at me that way again, thought Claire Ward.
    Seated at her usual solitary spot in the corner, Claire kept her eye on Dr. Isles, noting how elegantly the woman used a knife and fork to cut her meat. From this table, Claire could see everything that went on in the dining hall. She did not mind sitting alone; it meant she didn’t have to engage in pointless conversations and could keep an eye on what everyone else was doing. And this corner was the only place she felt comfortable, with her back to the wall, where no one could creep up behind her.
    Tonight on the menu were consommé, a salad of baby lettuces, beef Wellington with roasted potatoes and asparagus, and a lemon tart for dessert. It meant juggling an array of forks

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