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Overview
In the Oregon coastal hamlet of Deception Bay stands a mysterious lodge. Some call it the Colony; others whisper that it's a cult. To the women who live there, it's a refuge. But a when a crazed killer bent on his own brand of Justice sets his sights on them, there's no place safe to hide...
If At First You Don't Succeed
For two years, Justice Turnbull has paced his room at Halo Valley Security Hospital, planning to escape. Justice has a mission-one that began with a vicious murder two decades ago. And there are so many others who must be sent back to the hell that spawned them...
Kill...
Laura Adderley didn't plan to get pregnant by her soon-to-be ex-husband, though she'll do anything to protect her baby. But now reporter Harrison Frost is asking questions about the mysterious group of women who live at Siren Song lodge. Harrison hasn't figured out Laura's connection to the story yet. But Justice knows. And he is coming...
Then Kill Again...
All her life, Laura has been able to sense approaching evil. But that won't stop a psychopath bent on destroying her. Justice has been unleashed, and this time, there will be no place safe to hide...
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781420151947 |
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| Publisher: | Kensington |
| Publication date: | 05/25/2021 |
| Series: | The Colony , #2 |
| Pages: | 560 |
| Sales rank: | 131,731 |
| Product dimensions: | 4.70(w) x 6.90(h) x 1.60(d) |
About the Author
Nancy Bush is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 30 novels, including The Killing Game, Nowhere to Run, I'll Find You and Hush. She is the co-author of the Colony series, written with her sister, bestselling author Lisa Jackson, as well as the collaborative novels Sinister and Ominous, written with Lisa Jackson and Rosalind Noonan. A former writer for ABC's daytime drama All My Children, Nancy now lives with her family and pug dog, The Binkster, in the Pacific Northwest. Please visit her online at nancybush.net.
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Wicked Lies
Nancy BushBy Lisa Jackson
ZEBRA BOOKS
Copyright © 2011 Lisa Jackson LLC and Nancy BushAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4201-0339-7
Chapter One
I can smell her!Another one whose scent betrays her!
Even inside my cell, I can smell her sickness. Her filth. Her lust.
There have been others, too, while I've languished here. Others who need to be avenged. Others who, with their devil's issue, must be driven back to the deadly fires from which they were spawned!
Oh, sick women with your uncontrollable needs.
I am coming for you....
Laura Adderley leaned a hand against the bathroom stall, clutching the home pregnancy test in her other fist, unable to look. She didn't want this. Not when her marriage was newly finished—a divorce she'd wanted as much as her newly minted ex, maybe more. Byron had already taken up residence with another woman, and he would undoubtedly cheat on her as much as he'd cheated on Laura. It didn't matter. Their marriage had been ill-conceived from the beginning; it had just taken Laura three years to recognize that fact.
Ill-conceived ...
Grabbing on to her courage, she slowly unfurled her fist, staring down at the two glaring pink lines of the home pregnancy test.
Positive.
She'd known it would be.
Oh, God ...
Squeezing her eyes closed, Laura inhaled a deep, calming breath. She'd ignored the signs for as long as she could, but there was no keeping her head in the sand any longer. She was pregnant. With her ex-husband's child. They'd signed the papers that very week, though Byron had tried to stall because he simply didn't want to give Laura what she wanted: freedom from lies and tyranny.
But now what?
Dr. Byron Adderley was an orthopedic surgeon at Ocean Park Hospital, and she, Laura, was a floor nurse. They'd moved to this smaller facility along the Oregon coast about a year earlier, leaving one of Portland's largest and most prestigious hospitals for a slower-paced life. Laura hadn't wanted the move, had been adamantly against it. For reasons she didn't want to tell Byron, she wanted, needed, to stay far, far away from Ocean Park and the surrounding hamlet of Deception Bay.
But as if he'd somehow divined her secrets, he'd announced he'd taken a position at the smaller hospital and they were up and moving. Laura had been stunned. Had told him she wasn't going. Simply was not going. But in the end he'd gotten his way, and though she'd dragged her feet, she'd reluctantly made this move in the vain hope that she could get her dying marriage off life support, though she knew she no longer loved him, maybe never really had. But with a new start, it was possible something could change. Maybe her heart could be rewon. Maybe Byron would want just her. Maybe everything would be ... better.
Then he was discovered groping one of the Ocean Park nurses in an empty hospital room. The hospital tried to chastise Byron Adderley, but he wasn't the kind of man to be chastised. The nurse was summarily dismissed and the incident swept under the hospital rugs ... and Laura filed for divorce.
At first he'd argued with her. Not that he wanted her; it just wasn't his decision and so therefore it couldn't be. She didn't listen and he changed tactics, humbly begging for a second chance. Laura was suspicious of his motives, aware he might be acting. But she looked down the road of her own future; and it was decidedly bleak and lonely; and one night, three months ago, he'd sworn that he loved her, that he would never cheat on her again, that he would seek help for past mistakes. She had wanted to believe him so much. Needed to. Shut the clamoring voice in her head that warned her to be smart, and one thing led to another and they ended up making desperate love together. A second chance, maybe a last chance that Laura had to take.
And then another nurse came forward, complaining that Dr. Adderley had made inappropriate advances toward her. Byron vehemently denied the charge, but Laura, who had abilities that he didn't understand—some she didn't understand herself—knew without a doubt that he was lying through his miserable white teeth.
She let the divorce proceedings run their course, and being Byron, he took up with another woman. This time Laura didn't look back. She was through with Byron Adderley, and until today, she'd been determined to move back to Portland and find employment far, far away from Ocean Park and Deception Bay.
But now ...
The door to the bathroom opened. "Laura?" Nurse Perez called.
"I'll be out in a minute," Laura said, flushing the toilet and wrapping the telltale wand in toilet paper and shoving it in her purse.
"We need help in the ER. We've got a head trauma coming in."
"Okay."
She heard the door close and let herself out of the bathroom. Washing her hands, she looked hard at her reflection in the mirror. Serious blue-gray eyes stared back at her; and she could see the beginning of her own dishwater blond hair reappearing at her hairline, the longer, darker tresses trying to escape their ponytail and curl under her chin, a strong chin, she'd been told, that, along with high cheekbones and thick lashes, gave her a slightly aristocratic look, something far from what she really was.
A familiar pressure built inside her head, and she mentally pushed it back, visualizing a twenty-foot-high iron gate to withstand the force coming at her. This was an automatic response that clicked in almost unconsciously when particularly strong, unwanted—bad—thoughts attacked her. For years she thought everyone had this ability but then slowly realized that it was unique to her alone. It was like someone, or ones, was knocking at her brain, trying to get inside, and she would push up a mental wall to keep them out. But this time was different; there was more urgency and determination. As if this someone were pounding a metal hammer at her wall. At her brain.
Sisssterrrr!
Laura jerked to attention and glanced around, half expecting to see who had spoken. But there was no one. Nary a soul. And the voice had been decidedly male.
Her eyes widened; she watched the autonomic response happen in the mirror as realization dawned, a realization she wanted desperately to deny. He was back.
Shutting her lids tightly, she squeezed at her brain, holding the wall firm until the hammering turned into a tinny, little ping, ping, ping and was gone.
By the time she reached the ER, the ambulance was screaming up the drive. It was 8:30 p.m. Late June, so it was still light out, though she could see the shadows forming beneath the gnarled branches of the scrub pine that lined the asphalt. Red and white lights flashed in opposite rotation and the woo-woo ... woo-woo ... woo-woo of the shrieking siren seemed to vibrate the very air.
With a squeal of brakes the ambulance jumped to a halt. EMTs leapt out and ran to the back of the vehicle. Doors flew open, and a victim was rushed in on a gurney, head surrounded by a white bandage that was dark red with blood.
One of the residents sucked in a breath. "Jesus, it's Conrad!"
"Conrad?" Laura repeated in shock, gazing down at one of Ocean Park's security guards: Conrad Weiser.
"What happened?" one of the trauma surgeons demanded.
"Attacked at Halo Valley," the EMT responded. "He was on the way there to pick up a patient, and one of the crazies beat the hell out of him and escaped."
"Halo Valley?" Laura repeated through lips that barely moved.
"Yeah, the mental hospital," Dylan, the EMT, clarified soberly.
"Let's get him in here," the trauma surgeon ordered as a second victim on a gurney was off-loaded from the ambulance.
"You okay?" Dylan asked, frowning at Laura.
"Fine."
Bringing herself back to the present, Laura helped guide the second wounded man's gurney into the ER. He was awake but his throat was wrapped and he clearly couldn't speak. His dark eyes glared at her, and Dylan said, almost in an aside, giving her a second shock, "This is Dr. Maurice Zellman from Halo Valley. He was stabbed in the throat."
"Also by the escapee?" she asked.
"Looks like it."
She watched as Zellman was hurriedly wheeled through the double doors to the ER as well, and was unable to control a full-body shivering that emanated from her very soul.
Halo Valley. The mental hospital for the criminally insane.
He was there.
Wasn't he?
Or, was that why he'd just tried to breach the wall in her mind? He'd escaped!
And he was coming after her.
Oh, God, no! Not now! She thought of the baby and her heart nearly stopped. Fear crawled up her spine and nestled in her brain. No, no, no!
Blindly, pushing back that horrid snaking fear, she turned to one of the other nurses. "Who did this?" she asked.
"Don't you wish we could ask Zellman and find out?" Nurse Carlita Solano answered flatly. "Some nut job, for sure."
Please, God, don't let it be him.
But she knew it was. Justice Turnbull had escaped the walls of Halo Valley Security Hospital, and he was free to take up his murdering ways.
Laura watched the doors behind the injured doctor slowly close with a soft hiss and wondered how this had happened.
The day had started out like many others.
Dr. Maurice Zellman, one of Halo Valley Security Hospital's premier psychiatrists ... maybe the premier psychiatrist, if you'd asked him ... had begun his morning with a piece of dry wheat toast, a soft-boiled egg, and a slice of cantaloupe before driving to the hospital and arriving punctually at 7:15 a.m. He had several consults before lunch, called his wife, Patricia, at noon and learned that their sixteen-year-old son, Brandt, had gotten in some kind of trouble at school and was facing detention for the rest of the week. With a snort of disgust, Zellman told Patricia that Brandt would be facing some serious punishment from his father as well, and then, ruffled, he visited a number of his patients in their rooms—cells, really, though no one referred to them as such—throughout the rest of the afternoon, his mind on other things.
By six o'clock he was finished with work, except that he hadn't yet visited with his most notorious patient: Justice Turnbull, a psychotic killer who had tried to kill his own mother and had proven to be obsessed with murdering the group of women who lived together in a lodge called Siren Song along the Oregon coast. These women were whispered about by the locals as members of a cult dubbed the Colony and were reclusive, brooding, and odd. What Justice's personal beef was with them remained a mystery, one Zellman had sought to crack in the over two years of Justice's incarceration but hadn't quite managed yet. Justice was also responsible for several other murders and was an odd bird by anyone's definition.
No one at Halo Valley knew what to make of him, and they certainly didn't know how to treat him. The other doctors just didn't have it, as far as Zellman was concerned. They were adequate, in their way, whereas he, Maurice Zellman, was extraordinary. He actually cured patients instead of resorting to mere behavioral modifications.
And Justice ... well ... Maurice had made significant progress with him. Significant. Yes, the man was still obsessed with the Siren Song women, but that was because Justice was apparently related to them in some way. At least he thought he was, though that had yet to be proven. Maybe the women were a cult; maybe they weren't. They were certainly paranoically reclusive and, in appearance, looked as if they came from another century. Zellman was inclined to think they should be left alone to their own devices. Everyone found a way to live in this world and there was no right way or wrong way, although getting Justice to see that point was a work in progress. For reasons of his own, Justice Turnbull seemed determined to snuff them all out.
But ... there had been progress, Zellman reminded himself with a mental pat on the back. Initially, when Justice had first been incarcerated at Halo Valley, he'd bellowed long and loud that he would kill them all and their devil's issue! The staff hadn't known whom he meant, at first, but he made it clear that he wanted to wipe out all the ssissterrss at Siren Song. With the help of time and antipsychotics, he'd all but recanted this mission. He still was agitated about them; he couldn't completely disguise it when Zellman would mention the women of the lodge, just to see. But Justice wasn't nearly as single-minded as he had been at first. Was he cured? No. Would he ever be? In Justice Turnbull's case, unlikely, though Dr. Maurice Zellman was definitely the man for the job if there was a chance.
And Maurice understood Justice was tortured by demons of his own making, which didn't matter to his colleagues one whit. They had locked the man away for the next few decades with no chance of getting released. Paranoid schizophrenic. Sociopath. Psychopath. Homicidal maniac ... Justice Turnbull might be a little of all, but he was still a patient in need of care.
With a glance at his watch, Zellman noted the time: 6:45 p.m. He had a surprise for Justice, one Justice had been asking for and Zellman had finally been able to put together, though not without much resistance. With a satisfied smile on his face, he headed for Justice's room. It was at the end of the hall by design as no one wanted to visit him. In fact, no one ever did, outside of hospital personnel. He was considered weird by the other inmates, which was saying a lot, as they were criminally insane themselves, every last one. But every group had a pecking order, and Halo Valley Security Hospital was no exception. As one of the hospital's leading physicians treating some of the most notorious patients—killers, sadists, rapists, to name a few—Maurice Zellman was intimately aware of how mentally unstable and deranged the men and women were on this side of the hospital, the side that housed those convicted of serious crimes. They might be excused from regular prison by reason of insanity, but it didn't mean they weren't the worst kind of criminals. That was why they were housed on Side B, as this sterile section of the hospital was euphemistically called. Side B. The side for the irredeemable. Connected to Side A, where the mentally ill without criminal tendencies were lodged, by a skyway, surrounded by a tall chain-link fence and razor wire, which were partially hidden by a laurel hedge, all the better to make everyone think the hospital was a warm and cozy place. In truth, Side B was little more than a prison for the criminally insane.
Dr. Zellman was high in the pecking order of the specialists on Side B. He understood the criminal mind in a way that both fascinated and horrified the less imaginative doctors. Well, that was their problem, wasn't it? he thought with a sniff. Dr. Maurice Zellman did his job. And he did it very, very well.
With a tightening of his lips, he picked up his pace. He was running late, and checking on Turnbull was going to make him later still, but he really had no choice as Justice was his patient and was patently feared by the rest of the staff. This fact half amused Zellman, who'd worked with the strange man ever since he'd been brought to Side B, because Justice was really no more frightening than any other psychotic. He was just a little more directionally motivated, focused on women, specifically these Colony women.
Just as Zellman reached Justice's room, the door flew open and Bill Merkely, one of the guards, practically leapt into the hall. Merkely didn't immediately see Zellman, as he was looking back into Justice's room. "So, long, schizo!" he yelled harshly, his beefy face red. He yanked the door shut and checked the automatic lock as Zellman cleared his throat behind him. Merkely jumped as if prodded with a hot poker, his already red face turning magenta. "Fucker told me I was going to die!" he cried as an excuse.
"You can't listen to him."
"I don't. But he sure as hell predicts a whole lot of shit!"
"What were you doing in his room?"
"Picking up his tray. But I had to leave it in there. Hope the food rots!"
(Continues...)
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