Last to Die

between them. Maura watched in wonderment as understanding seemed to light the dog’s eyes. Bear turned toward the door and barked.
    “Come on,” said Julian. “Let’s go find Claire.”
    Bear tugged on the leash, leading the boy out of the room. But instead of heading toward the main stairway, the dog moved down the corridor, toward the deserted wing of the building where the shadows were deeper, where doors gaped open, revealing empty rooms with sheet-draped furniture. They passed an oil portrait of a woman in red, a woman with eyes that seemed to stare at Maura with strangely metallic brightness, as though lit from within by some secret knowledge.
    “He’s headed toward the old servants’ staircase,” said Sansone.
    Bear halted and stared down the steps, as if pondering the wisdom of descending into that gloom. He glanced back at Julian, who nodded. Bear started down the narrow stairs, claws clicking on wood. Unlike the banister in the grand staircase, this oak railing was unadorned with elaborate carvings, the wood rubbed smooth over the decades by the hands of multiple servants who had quietly kept the castle tidy and its guests fed. A chill seemed to cling to the air, as if the ghosts of those long-dead servants still lingered in this passage, forever flitting up and down with brooms and breakfast trays. Maura could almost feel one of those ghosts whisper past her like a cold breeze, and she glanced over her shoulder but saw only deserted stairs ascending into the gloom.
    They moved down two flights and still they kept descending, toward the basement level. Maura had never been down this far, into the deepest part of Evensong. These steps seemed to lead into the heart of the mountain itself, into closed spaces. She could smell it in the air, could feel it in the dampness.
    They arrived at the bottom of the steps and walked into the cavernous kitchen, where Maura saw massive stainless-steel stoves, a walk-in refrigerator, and ceiling racks where pots and pans hung. So this was where their morning eggs were fried and their bread was baked. At this hour the kitchen was deserted, the crockery and utensils stowed until morning.
    Bear suddenly froze, staring at a cellar door. The ruff of his neck stood up and he growled, a sound that sent fear screaming up Maura ’s spine. Something was behind that door, something that alarmed the dog, made him drop to a crouch, as though preparing for attack.
    Metal clanged, loud as a cymbal crash.
    Maura jumped, heart slamming, as the echoes faded in the kitchen. She felt Sansone holding her arm, but she didn’t remember when he’d grasped it. It was simply there, as if he had always been there to steady her.
    “I think I see him,” Sansone said quietly. Calmly. He released Maura’s arm and started across the kitchen.
    “Anthony—”
    “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He rounded the kitchen island and knelt down, dropping from view. Though she couldn’t see him, she heard his voice, murmuring gently. “Hey, you’re safe. We’re here, son.”
    She and Julian glanced uneasily at each other, then followed Sansone around the corner of the island. There they found him crouched over a trembling Teddy Clock. The boy was curled into a tight ball, knees shoved up to his chest, arms hugging himself.
    “He seems to be fine,” said Sansone, glancing up at her.
    “He’s not fine,” she said. Dropping down beside Teddy, she pulled him into her arms and rocked him to her chest. He was chilled, his skin like ice, and shaking so hard that she could hear his teeth rattle. “There, there,” she murmured. “I’ve got you, Teddy.”
    “He was here,” the boy whispered.
    “Who?”
    “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he moaned. “I shouldn’t have left them there, but I was scared. So I ran …”
    “Where are the others, Teddy?” said Julian. “Where’s Claire and Will?”
    The boy pressed his face against Maura’s shoulder, as though trying to burrow his way into some safe place where no one could find him.
    “Teddy, you have to talk to us,” said Maura and she peeled him away from her. “Where are the others?”
    “He put them all in the room …” The boy’s fingers were like claws digging desperately into her arms.
    She pried away his fingers, forced him to look at her. “Teddy, where are they?”
    “I don’t want to go back to that room!”
    “You have to show us. We’ll stay right beside you. Just point us to the place, that’s all you have to