confront it at some point.
He waited until after two in the morning before setting out. He opened the door of Cabin 14 and stepped out into the pitch black.
Next stop, Cabin 17.
CHAPTER
56
IT LOOKED JUST LIKE CABIN 14, except there was a flowerpot out front on the porch with a single drooping flower. The first frost would kill it off. The flowerpot also had a cat painted on it.
Robie was standing back at the tree line. His gaze went to the door of the cabin, to the flower, and then to the surrounding darkness.
Through his night optics, the world was presented in sharp relief. But it couldn’t show him everything. There could be something else out there that he didn’t see.
So he studied that flowerpot for a long time, wondering why it was there. Just one droopy flower. And it was one that needed sun, as many flowers did. Yet there was no sun here. Which meant there was no reason to plant it in a pot and put it on the steps.
It made no sense. And thus it made perfect sense. Everything Reel did had a purpose.
He went back over the Eastern Shore fiasco frame by frame in his head. He had fired at the door and the porch, trying to set off booby traps from a safe distance.
He twirled a suppressor onto the muzzle of his Glock, aimed, and fired twice. The pot cracked, and dirt and flower parts flew up into the air.
There was no explosion.
But through his night optics Robie did see the remains of some device whirling off into the darkness.
He moved closer and examined some of this debris: the shattered parts of a surveillance camera. He picked up a piece of the clay pot. A hole had been bored into it and then hidden by the picture of the cat.
The pot had been Reel’s eyes.
And Robie had just blinded her.
It felt good.
And he also now had confirmation that the renter of Cabin 17 was indeed Jessica Reel. She had given him the clues to get here.
But that didn’t make him trust her.
He slipped his thermal imager out of his knapsack, fired it up, and pointed it at the cabin. Nothing living inside registered on its screen.
But that had happened last time and still Robie had almost fried.
Ultimately, he decided he just had to get it done. He moved stealthily toward the cabin, knelt, and fired at the door and the porch floor.
Nothing happened other than metal ripping through old wood.
He waited, listening for sounds.
A scampering in the trees was a squirrel or deer. Humans couldn’t move like that.
He crab-walked forward some more, squatted, and studied the structure.
There wasn’t much remaining to deduce from the outside. He hoped the inside would be a lot more informative.
He moved toward the porch and hurried up the steps to the door. One kick and the wooden door flew back. Robie was in the room in the next second and had cleared it five seconds after that. He shut the door behind him, pulled his flashlight, and shined it around.
What he saw was not what he had been expecting. There was no SORRY stenciled on the wall.
There could be a firebomb in here somewhere, but he didn’t focus on that. There was a woodstove, a table, chairs, and a bed. And a small toilet and sink. Just like his cabin. On the table was a battery-powered lantern. He examined it for booby traps, found none, turned it on, and the room became dimly illuminated.
Also on the table were two pictures set in frames.
One was of Doug Jacobs.
The other was of Jim Gelder.
Black slashes had been drawn across the pictures of the dead men.
There were three other frames lined up next to them. There were no pictures in them. In front of the frames was a single white rose.
He picked up the pictures of Jacobs and Gelder and checked to see if anything was hidden behind them. There was nothing. He did the same with the three other frames.
Robie wondered whose pictures Reel intended to insert in these when and if the time came. And he still didn’t know why, other than that for some reason she thought these men were traitors to their country.
Robie still had no proof of that.
But what had happened to Janet DiCarlo made him realize that something was off. He touched the white rose. It felt moist. Perhaps it had recently been placed here.
He whipped around so fast, he heard her gasp at the speed of