Sanborne. I have to do the same with this one.” His lips clenched. “I’m too close, Jock. If I can’t use her, I’m not going to let Sophie Dunston get in my way. I’d have no compunction about—”
His cell phone rang and he glanced at the ID.
Nate Kelly.
“Cross your fingers he’s found out who that son of a bitch in the bedroom is,” he murmured as he pressed the button.
Sophie took a moment outside Michael’s bedroom door to take a deep breath and prepare to go back into the kitchen and face Matt Royd again.
Michael’s episode hadn’t been terrible tonight and she thanked God for it. The entire night had been a horror, and a bad night terror for Michael would have been the crowning blow. She wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
Yes, she would. What a wimp. She could bear anything life threw at her.
Including Royd, who stared at her with that icy coldness and accusing animosity.
She squared her shoulders and walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
Jock looked up. “Michael back to sleep?”
She nodded. “It wasn’t too bad. I just sat and talked to him for a while and he drifted off.”
“Good,” Jock said. “Let’s hope he stays asleep. We have some business to take care of. Royd just got an E-mail from his man at the facility.”
Her gaze flew to Royd’s face. “You found who that killer was?”
“One of Sanborne’s bodyguards,” Royd said. “At least that’s how he’s listed on the personnel records. Arnold Caprio.”
“Caprio,” Sophie repeated.
“You’ve heard of him?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. But the name sounds familiar….”
“Think.”
“I told you, I don’t think I’ve—” She broke off. “Yes, I have. I know who—” She strode out of the kitchen to the living room and opened the top desk drawer. The list was tucked in a leather ledger. She flipped it open and her index finger ran down the list.
Arnold Caprio’s name was in the middle of the list.
She closed her eyes. “God.”
“Who is he?”
She opened her eyes and turned to face Jock and Royd. “Caprio was one of the names on the list Cindy gave me of the men who’d undergone the Garwood experiments. Sanborne must have kept him close to act as his bodyguard. Only it seems he wasn’t just a bodyguard. He evidently used him to rid himself of threats like me.” She had to stop shaking. “It’s rather ironic, isn’t it? Sanborne sent me one of the victims I’m responsible for to take my life.”
“You’re not responsible,” Jock said. “You never meant this to happen. You tried to stop it.”
“Tell that to Caprio.” She looked at Royd. “Tell that to Royd. You think I’m responsible, don’t you?”
He stared at her for a moment and then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I think right now. I should tell you that Sanborne didn’t always pick up young kids to train as assassins like Reilly did. He liked a head start. He thought the experiments worked best on men with an ingrained streak of violence. Boch often sent him military snipers and ex-SEALs like me. He’d trump up so-called sensitive missions to get them to the area and then have Sanborne send his goons to collect them. And I know of two drug runners and at least three hit men at Garwood.”
She stared at him in surprise. “Jesus, are you trying to make me feel better?”
“No. You asked me a question. Now I’ll ask you one. You didn’t recognize my name. Wasn’t it on the list?”
She thought about it. “No, but Jock’s name was there.”
Royd shrugged. “Maybe the list only covered Sanborne’s recruits and the subjects he personally acquired. I was a gift from his partner.” He turned to Jock. “We’d better get rid of Caprio. Do you know a place?”
“The marshes west of here,” Jock said. “He won’t be found for months, maybe years.”
“Write down the directions. I’ll get some garbage bags from the kitchen and bundle him up. You go scout around and make sure
His cell phone rang and he glanced at the ID.
Nate Kelly.
“Cross your fingers he’s found out who that son of a bitch in the bedroom is,” he murmured as he pressed the button.
Sophie took a moment outside Michael’s bedroom door to take a deep breath and prepare to go back into the kitchen and face Matt Royd again.
Michael’s episode hadn’t been terrible tonight and she thanked God for it. The entire night had been a horror, and a bad night terror for Michael would have been the crowning blow. She wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
Yes, she would. What a wimp. She could bear anything life threw at her.
Including Royd, who stared at her with that icy coldness and accusing animosity.
She squared her shoulders and walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
Jock looked up. “Michael back to sleep?”
She nodded. “It wasn’t too bad. I just sat and talked to him for a while and he drifted off.”
“Good,” Jock said. “Let’s hope he stays asleep. We have some business to take care of. Royd just got an E-mail from his man at the facility.”
Her gaze flew to Royd’s face. “You found who that killer was?”
“One of Sanborne’s bodyguards,” Royd said. “At least that’s how he’s listed on the personnel records. Arnold Caprio.”
“Caprio,” Sophie repeated.
“You’ve heard of him?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. But the name sounds familiar….”
“Think.”
“I told you, I don’t think I’ve—” She broke off. “Yes, I have. I know who—” She strode out of the kitchen to the living room and opened the top desk drawer. The list was tucked in a leather ledger. She flipped it open and her index finger ran down the list.
Arnold Caprio’s name was in the middle of the list.
She closed her eyes. “God.”
“Who is he?”
She opened her eyes and turned to face Jock and Royd. “Caprio was one of the names on the list Cindy gave me of the men who’d undergone the Garwood experiments. Sanborne must have kept him close to act as his bodyguard. Only it seems he wasn’t just a bodyguard. He evidently used him to rid himself of threats like me.” She had to stop shaking. “It’s rather ironic, isn’t it? Sanborne sent me one of the victims I’m responsible for to take my life.”
“You’re not responsible,” Jock said. “You never meant this to happen. You tried to stop it.”
“Tell that to Caprio.” She looked at Royd. “Tell that to Royd. You think I’m responsible, don’t you?”
He stared at her for a moment and then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I think right now. I should tell you that Sanborne didn’t always pick up young kids to train as assassins like Reilly did. He liked a head start. He thought the experiments worked best on men with an ingrained streak of violence. Boch often sent him military snipers and ex-SEALs like me. He’d trump up so-called sensitive missions to get them to the area and then have Sanborne send his goons to collect them. And I know of two drug runners and at least three hit men at Garwood.”
She stared at him in surprise. “Jesus, are you trying to make me feel better?”
“No. You asked me a question. Now I’ll ask you one. You didn’t recognize my name. Wasn’t it on the list?”
She thought about it. “No, but Jock’s name was there.”
Royd shrugged. “Maybe the list only covered Sanborne’s recruits and the subjects he personally acquired. I was a gift from his partner.” He turned to Jock. “We’d better get rid of Caprio. Do you know a place?”
“The marshes west of here,” Jock said. “He won’t be found for months, maybe years.”
“Write down the directions. I’ll get some garbage bags from the kitchen and bundle him up. You go scout around and make sure
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