Rizzoli & Isles 8-Book Set

“What you saw.”
    “Faces.”
    “People in the room?”
    He took in another rattling breath. “And in the window.”
    Is someone there now?
    An icy breath whispered up her spine, and Maura spun around to look at the window. All she saw beyond the glass was darkness. No ghostly face, no demonic eyes stared back at her.
    Elaine burst out in scornful laughter. “You see? Now both of you are losing it! I’m beginning to think I’m the only sane person left in this house.”
    Maura crossed to the window. Outside, the night was as thick as a velvet drape, concealing whatever secrets lurked in the valley. But her imagination filled in the details she could not see, painting with splashes of blood and horror. Something had caused the previous occupants of this settlement to flee, leaving doors unlocked, windows open, and meals uneaten. Something so terrible it had caused them to abandon cherished pets to cold and starvation. Was it still here, the thing that drove them from this place? Or was there nothing at all out there except her own dark fantasies, born of fear and isolation?
    It’s this place. It’s playing with our minds, stealing our sanity
.
    She thought of the relentless sequence of catastrophes that had stranded them here. The snowstorm, the wrong road. The Suburban’s slide into the ditch. It was as if they were fated to end up here,lured like innocent prey into the trap of Kingdom Come, and any attempt to flee would meet only with more misfortune. Hadn’t Arlo’s accident proven the folly of trying to escape? And where was Doug? Nearly two mornings ago, he had walked out of the valley. By now, help should have arrived.
    Which meant he had not made it. Kingdom Come had not allowed him to escape, either.
    She gave herself a shake and turned from the window, suddenly disgusted with herself for entertaining thoughts of the supernatural. This was what stress did to even the most logical minds: It created monsters who didn’t exist.
    But I know I saw that print in the snow. And Arlo saw a face in the window
.
    She went to the door, pulled away the chair she’d propped there, and slid open the bolt.
    “What are you doing?” said Elaine.
    “I want to find out if I am imagining things.” Maura pulled on her jacket and zipped it up.
    “You’re going
outside?
”
    “Why not? You’re the one who thinks I’m going insane. You keep insisting there’s nothing out there.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Arlo saw a face at the window. It hasn’t snowed in three days. If someone was standing outside, their prints might still be there.”
    “Will you just stay inside, please? You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
    “I’m proving this to myself.” Maura picked up the kerosene lamp and reached for the door. Even as she grasped the knob, she had to beat back the fear that was screaming at her:
Don’t go out! Lock the bolt!
But such fears were illogical. No one had tried to harm them; they themselves had brought on all their misfortunes, through a series of bad decisions.
    She opened the door and stepped outside.
    The night was still and silent. No wind blew, no trees rustled. Theloudest sound was her own heart, pounding in her chest. The door suddenly opened again and Elaine emerged, wearing her jacket.
    “I’m coming, too.”
    “You don’t have to.”
    “If you find any more footprints, I want to see them for myself.”
    Together they circled around to the side of the house where the window faced. They had not tramped this way before, and as Maura scanned the snow by the light of the kerosene lamp, she saw no footprints, only unbroken snow. But when they reached the window she stopped, staring down at the unmistakable evidence revealed by the lamplight.
    Now Elaine saw it, too, and she sucked in a breath. “Those look like wolf tracks.”
    As if in answer, a distant howl pierced the night, followed by an answering chorus of yips and wails that sent shivers racing across Maura’s skin. “These are right under the window,” she said.
    Elaine suddenly burst out laughing. “Well, that explains the face that Arlo saw, doesn’t it?”
    “How?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?” Elaine turned toward the woods, and her laughter was as wild and uncontrollable as the wails coming from the forest. “Werewolves!”
    Abruptly, the howls ceased. The silence that followed was so complete, so unexplainable, that Maura felt her skin prickling. “Back inside,” she whispered.
“Now.”
    They ran