Tess Gerritsen by Jane Rizzoli - Maura Isles 03 - The Sinner

Author:Jane Rizzoli - Maura Isles 03 - The Sinner
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: Gerr0345464451
Published: 2010-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

THE DRIVE TO HYANNISPORT should have taken them only two hours, south on Route 3, and then along Route 6 into Cape Cod, but Rizzoli needed two restroom breaks along the way, so they didn’t reach the Sagamore Bridge until three in the afternoon. Once across that bridge, they were suddenly in the land of seaside vacations, the road leading through a series of small towns, like a necklace of pretty beads strung along the Cape. Rizzoli’s previous trips to Hyannisport had always been during the summertime, when the roads were clogged with cars, and lines of people in T-shirts and shorts snaked out of ice cream shops. She had never been here on a cold winter’s day like this one, when half the restaurants were shuttered, and only a few brave souls were out on the sidewalks, coats buttoned up against the wind.

Frost turned onto Ocean Street and murmured in wonder: “Man. Will you look at the size of these homes.”

“Wanna move in?” said Rizzoli.

“Maybe when I earn my first ten million.”

“Tell Alice she’d better get cracking on that first million, ’cause you sure aren’t gonna make it on your salary.”

Their written directions took them past a pair of granite pillars, and down a broad driveway to a handsome house near the water’s edge. Rizzoli stepped out of the car and paused, shivering in the wind, to admire the salt-silvered shingles, the three turrets facing the sea.

“Can you believe she left all this to become a nun?” she said.

“When God calls you, I guess you gotta go.”

She shook her head. “Me? I would’ve let him keep ringing.”

They walked up the porch steps and Frost pressed the doorbell.

It was answered by a small dark-haired woman who opened the door just a crack to look at them.

“We’re from Boston PD,” said Rizzoli. “We called earlier. Here to see Mrs. Maginnes.”

The woman nodded and stepped aside to let them in. “She’s in the Sea Room. Let me show you the way.”

They walked across polished teak floors, past walls hung with paintings of ships and stormy seas. Rizzoli imagined young Camille growing up in this house, running across this gleaming floor. Or did she run? Was she allowed only to walk, quietly and sedately, as she wandered among the antiques?

The woman led them into a vast room where floor-to-ceiling windows faced the sea. The view of gray, windswept water was so dramatic that it instantly captured Rizzoli’s gaze and she did not, at first, focus on anything else. But even as she stared at the water, she was aware of the sour odor that hung in the room. The smell of urine.

She turned to look at the source of that smell: a man lying in a hospital bed near the windows, as though displayed like a piece of living art. Seated in a chair beside him was an auburn-haired woman, who now rose to greet her visitors. Rizzoli saw nothing of Camille in this woman’s face. Camille’s beauty had been delicate, almost ethereal.

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