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Chapter no 43

All In (The Naturals, #3)

โ€ŒYou need nine, because thatโ€™s the way this is done. Those are the rules.ย My understanding of the Vegas UNSUB shifted.ย There is an order. Youโ€™re following it.โ€Œ

But being a follower isnโ€™t enough.

The numbers on the wrists, the Fibonacci spiralโ€”none of that was present in any of the other cases Sloane had pulled. Each of the cases in front of us had employed one of seven methods.

Youโ€™re going to do it all.

โ€œWhere are we in the cycle?โ€ I asked. โ€œIs our current UNSUB part of it, or does he break it?โ€

โ€œLast case was two and a half years ago,โ€ Sloane said. โ€œThree years before that, we have the Nightshade case.โ€

Six years in May,ย I thought.

โ€œSo the UNSUB is early,โ€ I said. โ€œUnless you go based on calendar year, and thenโ€”technicallyโ€”it fits the pattern.โ€

Alexandra Ruiz had died after midnight on New Yearโ€™s Eve.ย January first. A date for beginnings. A date for resolutions.

โ€œIf we assume the UNSUB started at the beginning of the established cycle,โ€ Dean said, โ€œthen that cycle starts with drowning.โ€

The most recent set of nine victims had been drowned.

โ€œThis isnโ€™t a culmination,โ€ I translated. โ€œItโ€™s not a grand finale. If it were, it would have happened before they started the cycle over.โ€

They.ย The word settled over me and refused to leave. โ€œWhoโ€™s doing this?โ€ I asked, looking down at the pictures. โ€œWhy?โ€

Hundreds of victims killed over decades. Different killers. Different methods.

โ€œTheyโ€™re doing it because someone told them to.โ€ Lia managed to sound utterly bored, but she couldnโ€™t look away from the pictures splayed out on the floor. โ€œTheyโ€™re doing it because they believe this is how it has to be done.โ€

When I was nine years old, I killed a man. I grew up in a cult.

Liaโ€™s statements from Two Truths and a Lie came back to me, and suddenly, it occurred to me thatโ€”per the rules of the gameโ€”both of those statements could be true, so long as what sheโ€™d said about considering shaving Michaelโ€™s head was not.

It would be just like Lia to tell outrageous truths and a joking, mundane

lie.

Once upon a time, your name was Sadie.ย Now wasnโ€™t the time to profile

Lia, but I couldnโ€™t stop it, any more than Sloane could have stopped looking for the Fibonacci dates.ย Someone used to give you gifts for being a good girl. You were on the streets by the time you were thirteen. Sometime before that, you learned not to trust anyone. You learned to lie.

Deanโ€™s brown eyes settled on Lia. Their history was palpable in the air.

For a moment, it was like no one else was in the room.

โ€œYou think weโ€™re dealing with some kind of cult,โ€ Dean said. โ€œYouโ€™re the profiler, Dean,โ€ Lia responded, never looking away from

his face. โ€œYou tell me.โ€

A string of victims every three years, killed in prescriptive ways on dates dictated by the Fibonacci sequence.

There was an unquestionable element of ritual to that.

โ€œSay we are dealing with a cult,โ€ Michael said, keeping his voice casual, never looking at Lia. โ€œDoes that make our guy a member?โ€

I turned the question over in my head. Lia answered it.

โ€œCult 101,โ€ she said. โ€œYou donโ€™t talk to outsiders.โ€ Her voice was strangely flat. โ€œYou donโ€™t tell them what theyโ€™re not blessed enough to know.โ€

The numbers on the wrists. The Fibonacci spiral.ย If there was some kind of group operating behind the scenes, theyโ€™d managed to avoid detection for more than six decadesโ€”until someone had turned Sloane onto the code.

Lia didnโ€™t need experience withย thisย cult to see meaning in that. โ€œIโ€™m going to go play some poker.โ€ She stood up, shedding her previous affect as easily as someone stepping out of a dress. โ€œIf you try to stop me,โ€ she said with a smile that looked so real, I almost believed it, โ€œif you try to come with me, I will make you regret it.โ€ She flounced to the door. Dean started to stand, and she gave him a look. A silent conversation passed between them.

She loved him, but right now, she didnโ€™t want him. She didnโ€™t want anyone.

Lia rarely showed us her true self. But what weโ€™d just seen was more than that. The flat voice, the words sheโ€™d saidโ€”that wasnโ€™t just the real Lia. That was the girl sheโ€™d spent years running from.

That wasย Sadie.

โ€œParting gift,โ€ Lia said on her way out, twirling a finger through her jet- black hair, no sign of that girl in her now, โ€œfor those of you who might be a little slow on the uptake. Whoever our killer is, Iโ€™d bet a lot of money that heโ€™s not a part of this group. If he were, the cult would be monitoring him. And if they were monitoring him and they found out that heโ€™d shared even one of their secrets?โ€ Lia shrugged, the very picture of careless indifference. โ€œHe wouldnโ€™t be our problem. Heโ€™d already be dead.โ€

YOU

You step out into the fresh air. Inside, youโ€™re smiling. Outside, you show a different face to the world. People have their expectations, after all, and you would hate to disappoint.

Drowning, fire, the old man impaled on the arrow, strangling Camille. The knife is next.

Then beating a man to death with your bare hands. Poison will be easy. Eloquent.

And then the last twoโ€”dealerโ€™s choice. There should be nine ways. If you were in charge, there would be.

Three times three times three.

Nine is the number of victims. Three is the number of years between. Nine seats at the table.

You pause at the doors to the Desert Rose. Not your preferred hunting grounds, of course. But a fine place to visit. A fine place to look at what you have made.

A fine place to anoint number five.

Everything is going according to plan. Word of your kills is spreading. You know they monitor others with similar proclivities. Looking for talent. For threats.

The Masters will finally see you for what you really are. What you have become.

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