the next. He was also ultra-secretive, especially about the anthill.
“It gave me the creeps how he’d go out there from the house,” she’d said. “Like, okay, it could have been just like Dwight said, a place to be safe if things got out of control. But I couldn’t help thinking that it could have been a prison, you know?”
When asked why she would say that, Cora James said she had gone down by the anthill one night when Rivers was inside. There were air vents in the side of the bunker.
“I thought I heard a woman crying in there,” she said.
James said she became frightened and confronted Rivers about it. He’d laughed and said she’d heard the squealing of a dumbwaiter he’d installed.
He’d even volunteered to take her on a tour of the bunker, but something about his body language had made her uneasy, and she’d declined. Rivers tried to monitor and restrict her movements after that.
“I waited until he went to town for groceries a couple of days later, and then I got the heck out of there on foot,” she’d told her interviewer.
The drone landed and Mahoney picked it up and took it back to his vehicle.
I closed the file and stared off into the distance.
“What are you thinking, Alex?” Sampson asked.
I struggled a moment, then said, “If Rawlins’s algorithm is right, if Dwight Rivers is M, then I would love to see exactly what he’s got going on inside of his anthill.”
CHAPTER 36
MAHONEY QUASHED THAT IDEA the second he heard it.
“I tried to get search and wiretap warrants through two federal judges this morning,” Mahoney said, putting the drone in his car. “Both turned me down. Having an anthill filled with legally bought guns is evidently not enough to warrant a search.”
“Someone’s got to go in there,” I insisted.
“Not without cause, Alex,” he shot back. “If Rivers is your M, we want to get him clean, fair and square, no fruit of the poisonous tree, no giving him a way out of a prison cell or a death chamber.”
I stewed on that after Mahoney got in his car and headed back toward Quantico in the waning light.
“We done?” Sampson said, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Gonna be dark soon, and we are a ways from home.”
“Not yet,” I said, looking through binoculars across the field toward the gravel road that led past Rivers’s driveway.
“C’mon, Alex,” Sampson said. “Without a drone in the sky full-time, we’re not surveilling this guy. We’re just looking at trees.”
“Unless we go into the trees.”
“Jesus, you heard Ned.”
“What if Rivers has a woman in there, John? What if he is M, and he’s got Diane Jenkins in there?”
“What if he does?”
For a long moment, I felt conflicted, but then I didn’t.
“I’m going in there,” I said and yanked the door handle.
“If you’re going, I’m going.”
“No, you stay here. You’re still on the job. I’m a contract employee who’s not under contract at the moment.”
“Which means what?”
“I’m a civilian. The rules are different for me than they are for someone who’s full-time law enforcement.”
“Yeah, try that one in court. You’ll just be some burglar looking at ten years.”
“Hopefully, it won’t come to that. If I’m not back in an hour, use the Find My Friends app and come get me.”
I shut the door before he could protest and set off across the road to Rivers’s property with just enough light to see. Mahoney’s drone had sailed over the woods in seconds, but it took me ten minutes to reach the north edge of the meadow.
I could make out the solar panels, the anthill, and, beyond them, Rivers’s house. There were lights on.
I trained my binoculars on the windows that overlooked the pond and the meadow but I saw no movement. Was he even in there? Or was he inside his bunker?
I didn’t give myself time to think about answers to those questions; instead, I broke out of the woods and ran toward the anthill as fast as I could.
When I was within fifty yards of it, I got down on my belly and used my binoculars to study the exterior. Though the outside walls weren’t completely vertical, no one was climbing that thing without equipment. I remembered several workers quoted in the dossier had said that the entrance to Rivers’s bunker was on its southwest side.
I crouched and skirted the perimeter until I could see a recess in the side of the anthill with a padlocked steel door that looked like something you’d find