One Book in the Grave: A Bibliophile Mystery

Sheriff’s Department could be called in. We’d rarely had a need to call them in before, but this was a whole different ballgame.
     
    “We should call Jaglom and Lee,” I said, “and probably the Sonoma Sheriff’s Department.”
     
    “No cops,” Max said immediately.
     
    “But we’ll need them to arrest the bad guys when we find Emily.” I touched Max’s shoulder and felt him tense up, but I went ahead and said, “Look, she might need an ambulance, Max. I’m sorry, but we’ll need the authorities on hand at some point.”
     
    “Emily will be fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “Solomon’s just using her to get to me.”
     
    I prayed he was right.
     
    Derek squeezed my hand. “I’m afraid I agree with Max, darling. I’m hesitant to bring in law enforcement too early.”
     
    “Me, too,” Gabriel said. “Sorry, babe, but they could try to pull the plug on the whole operation. Let’s just saymy confidence level in them finding Emily is low to zero.”
     
    I understood their feelings. We’d done all the groundwork and knew the players. We’d been the ones keeping Max safe, scoping out the survivalists, running searches on them, tracing recent weapon sales they’d made, along with keeping tabs on Solomon. None of us wanted to be told at the eleventh hour that it was time to step aside and let law enforcement take over. We wanted to be the ones to close the deal on Solomon.
     
    I understood all that. And I felt for Max, too. The police had never helped him before. Why would they start now?
     
    And how strange was it that I, not Derek, was the one who was insisting on a police presence? Times had certainly changed. Or maybe I’d just grown tired of running on pure adrenaline and terror every day. I wanted this nightmare to end. Tonight.
     
    “I can see you’re struggling with this, love, so I propose a compromise. We’ll call the police
after
we begin the search.”
     
    I thought about it for half a second. “Okay. I’ll make the calls.”
     
    The others agreed. The key would be in the timing of the phone calls. Our San Francisco detectives would need at least an hour to get up here, so I would alert them sooner. The sheriff was close enough to get here quickly, so I would make the call to him later.
     
    With any luck, they would all descend on Dharma at precisely the right time to arrest and drag off to jail the vicious creeps who’d snatched Emily.
     
    “Are you ready?” Derek asked as the sun set over the canyon ridge. He pulled his gun from the holster beneath his arm, slid the magazine back to double-check that it was fully loaded, then slipped the gun back into its holster.
    Abject fear began to dance a jig on my nerve endings as I watched him. But I was just going to have to get over that.
     
    “I’m ready,” I said, breathing deeply as I zipped up my Windbreaker.
     
    “Hell, yeah.” Max nodded brusquely and raised his rifle to prove he was all set.
     
    I grabbed a few handfuls of Hershey’s Kisses and shoved them into both of my pockets.
     
    Gabriel grinned. “Ready to roll.”
     
    “Let’s go.”
     
    It was dusk as we drove into the parking lot behind Savannah’s restaurant. The place was closed, but she was in there, as always, working in the kitchen, preparing stocks and sauces for the week.
    After a brief but emotional reunion between Max and my brother Austin, who, thank goodness, didn’t slug his old friend in the stomach, we all got down to business. There were twenty of us gathered in Savannah’s private dining room. It was odd to be sitting at this table, discussing what was essentially a covert operation, with my father and brother in the same room. I figured it had to be even stranger for them than it was for me.
     
    This space also served as the wine cellar for the restaurant, so I was pleased to see that we were surrounded by thousands of dollars’ worth of excellent wines. Somehow that comforted me.
     
    As a few of the men talked quietly, Derek pulled me close and said under his breath, “You’ll call Inspector Jaglom once the meeting starts.”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “And the Sheriff’s Department once we’ve finished.”
     
    “We went over this,” I said gently. “I know what to do.” Funny how he seemed more nervous about my making two measly phone calls than he was about a group of armed men traipsing in the woods, out to trap a killer.
     
    Gabriel passed around the maps he’d copied to each two-person team in