Last to Die: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

Rizzoli says I shouldn’t go around telling everyone.”
    “You mean that lady who brought you here? She’s a detective?”
    “Yeah.” He got up the nerve to stroke Plum’s muzzle again, and this time the horse accepted the pat and gave a soft nicker.
    She stopped combing Plum and gave the boy her full attention. “So what happened to
you
?”
    He didn’t answer, just looked at her with those wide, transparent eyes.
    “It’s okay to talk about it here,” she said. “Everybody does. It’s the kind of school where they want you to get your pain out.”
    “That’s what shrinks always say.”
    “Yeah, I know. I have to talk to her, too.”
    “Why do
you
need a shrink?”
    She set the currycomb down. “I have a hole in my head. When I was eleven years old, someone killed my mom and dad. And then he shot me in the head.” She turned to face him. “That’s why I have a shrink. Because I’m supposed to be dealing with the trauma. Even though I can’t remember it. Any of it.”
    “Did they catch him? The man who shot you?”
    “No. He’s still out there. I think he might be looking for me.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “Because it happened again, last month. My foster parents got killed, and that’s why I ended up here. Because it’s safe here.”
    He said, softly: “That’s why they brought me here, too.”
    She stared at him with new understanding, and saw tragedy written in his pale cheeks, in the brightness of his eyes. “Then you’re in the right place,” she said. “It’s the only school for kids like us.”
    “You mean all the other kids here …”
    “You’ll find out,” she said. “If you stay long enough.”
    A shadow blotted out the light above the stall door. “There you are, Teddy. I’ve been looking for you,” said Detective Rizzoli. She noticed Claire and smiled. “Making new friends already?”
    “Yes, ma’am,” said Teddy.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Dr. Welliver wants to talk to you now.”
    He looked at Claire, who answered his unspoken question by mouthing:
The shrink
.
    “She just wants to ask you a few questions. Get to know you better.” Detective Rizzoli opened the stall door. “Come on.”
    Teddy stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him. Turning back, he whispered to Claire: “It’s Teddy Clock.”
    He looks like a Teddy Clock, thought Claire as she watched him walk away. She left the stall and pushed the wheelbarrow filled with soiled horse bedding out of the stables. In the barnyard, that annoyingrooster was causing trouble again, chasing and pecking a beleaguered hen. Even chickens could be cruel. They’re as mean as we are, she thought. They attack each other, even kill each other. Suddenly the sight of that poor hen, cowering under Herman the rooster’s assault, infuriated her.
    “Leave her
alone
!” She aimed a kick, but Herman flapped safely out of reach and darted away, squawking. “Asshole rooster!” she yelled. Turning, she saw one of the princesses laughing at her from the corral. “What?” she snapped.
    “He’s just a chicken, retard. What’s your problem?”
    “Like anybody cares,” she muttered, and walked away.

Until the moment it all fell apart, the operation was running perfectly. When disaster strikes, you can usually look back and pinpoint exactly where it starts to unravel, where one unlucky event sets off the sequence leading inevitably to disaster. As the saying goes
, For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
and it’s true; the smallest detail, overlooked, can doom a horse, a soldier, a battle
.
    But on that June evening in Rome, with our target in sight, the battle seemed ours to win
.
    Inside La Nonna, Icarus and his party were finishing up their desserts. We were all in position when they finally emerged, the bodyguards first, followed by Icarus with his wife and sons. A heavy meal, washed down with glasses of excellent wine, had rendered Icarus mellow that evening, and he did not stop to scan his surroundings, but headed directly to his car. He helped his wife, Lucia, and their two sons into the Volvo, then slid behind the steering wheel. Right behind him, the bodyguards climbed into their BMW
.
    Icarus was the first to pull away, into the road
.
    At that instant the produce truck veered into position, lurching to an angled stop that blocked the BMW. The bodyguards climbed out, shouting at the truck driver to move, but he ignored them as he nonchalantly carried a crate of onions into La