Blindsighted (Grant County #1) - Karin Slaughter Page 0,124

going by their house later.”

“That’s right,” Sara answered, backing toward the other side of the room. This put the bed between them, but Sara was trapped, her back to the window. “He’s coming to get me.”

“You think so?” Jeb asked. He was smiling the same way he always did, a lopsided half grin that you would find on a child. There was something so casual about him, something so nonthreatening, that Sara wondered for half a second if she had drawn the wrong conclusion. A glance down at his hand snapped her out of it. He was holding a long boning knife at his side.

“What gave it away?” he asked. “The vinegar, wasn’t it? I had a bear of a time getting it in through the cork. Thank God for cardiac syringes.”

Sara put her hand behind her, feeling the cold glass of the window under her palm. “You left them for me,” she said, going through the last few days in her mind. Jeb had known about her lunch with Tessa. Jeb had known she was at the hospital the night Jeffrey was shot. “That’s why Sibyl was in the bathroom. That’s why Julia was on my car. You wanted me to save them.”

He smiled, nodding slowly. There was a sadness around his eyes, as if he regretted that the game was over. “I wanted to give you that opportunity.”

“Is that why you showed me her picture?” she asked. “To see if I would remember her?”

“I’m surprised you did.”

“Why?” Sara asked. “Do you think I could forget something like that? She was a baby.”

He shrugged.

“Did you do that to her?” Sara asked, recalling the brutality of the home abortion. Derrick Lange, her supervisor, had guessed a clothes hanger had been used.

She said, “Were you the one who did it?”

“How did you know?” Jeb asked, a defensive edge to his tone. “Did she tell you?”

There was something more to what he was saying, a more sinister secret behind his words. When Sara spoke, she knew the answer before she even finished her sentence. Taking into account what she had seen Jeb was capable of, it made perfect sense.

She asked, “You raped your sister, didn’t you?”

“I loved my sister,” he countered, the defensive tone still there.

“She was just a child.”

“She came to me,” he said, as if this was some kind of excuse. “She wanted to be with me.”

“She was thirteen years old.”

“ ‘If a man shall take his sister, his father’s daughter, and see her nakedness and she see his nakedness, it is a wicked thing.’ ” His smile seemed to say he was pleased with himself. “Just call me wicked.”

“She was your sister.”

“We are all God’s children, are we not? We share the same parents.”

“Can you quote a verse to justify rape? Can you quote a verse to justify murder?”

“The good thing about the Bible, Sara, is that it’s open to interpretation. God gives us signs, opportunities, and we either follow them or we don’t. We can choose what happens to us that way. We don’t like to think about it, but we are the captains of our own destinies. We make the decisions that direct the course of our lives.” He stared at her, not speaking for a few beats. “I would have thought you learned that lesson twelve years ago.”

Sara felt the earth shift under her feet as a thought came to her. “Was it you? In the bathroom?”

“Lord, no,” Jeb said, waving this off. “That was Jack Wright. He beat me to it, I guess. Gave me a good idea, though.” Jeb leaned against the door jamb, the same pleased smile twisting his lips. “We’re both men of faith, you see. We both let the Spirit guide us.”

“The only thing you both are is animals.”

“I guess I owe him for bringing us together,” Jeb said. “What he did for you has served as an example for me, Sara. I want to thank you for that. On behalf of the many women who have come since then, and I do mean come in the biblical sense, I offer a sincere thank-you.”

“Oh, God,” Sara breathed, putting her hand to her mouth. She had seen what he had done to his sister, to Sibyl Adams, and to Julia Matthews. To think that this had all started when Jack Wright had attacked her made Sara’s stomach turn. “You monster,” she hissed. “You murderer.”

He straightened, his expression suddenly changed by rage. Jeb went from being a quiet, unassuming pharmacist to the man