“Maybe,” I said, slanting my gaze to catch his, “no one in Gaither knew. You told me the other day that growing up, you were the golden son.” I looked down at the photo. “Your brother was something else.”

Sometimes, a profiler didn’t have to know the answers. Sometimes, you just had to know enough to push someone else into filling in the blanks.

“My brother’s name,” Kane said, staring at the picture, “was Darren.” The anger I’d seen in his eyes was replaced with another emotion, something dark, full of loathing and longing. “He used to joke that they’d gotten us mixed up at the hospital—that he was meant to be Kane. In his version, I was Abel.”

“Your brother liked to hurt things.” Dean read between the lines. “He liked to hurt you.”

“He never laid a hand on me,” Kane replied, his voice hollow.

“He made you watch,” Dean said. He knew what that was like—viscerally, in a way he could never forget.

Kane dragged his eyes away from Celine’s drawing. “He hurt a little girl back in California. He was the reason we moved to Gaither.”

When Kane had moved to Gaither, he and his twin were all of nine years old.

“Darren was the reason your father started Serenity.” I could see, now, shades in that action that went beyond the older Darby’s thirst for power and adoration.

In Serenity, I’ve found balance.

In Serenity, I’ve found peace.

“Darren wasn’t allowed to leave the property,” Kane said. “We kept a close eye on him.”

I’d theorized before that Kane had developed his unnatural calmness as a result of growing up around someone who was unstable, volatile, unpredictable.

“Your father’s followers kept Darren a secret.”

Kane closed his eyes. “We all did.”

I thought of Malcolm Lowell, saying that his grandson had found his way into the compound. I thought about the animals—

They weren’t clean kills. Those animals died slowly, and they died in pain.

“Your brother and Mason Kyle were friends.”

I thought of Nightshade and the monster he’d become. Had he been that way even as a child? A sadist?

“My parents thought Mason was good for Darren. Good for us. It was almost like…”

“Almost like you were normal kids,” Agent Sterling filled in. “Almost like your brother didn’t have a fondness for hurting animals—and people, when he could.”

Kane’s head bent so low that his chin nearly gouged his chest. “I let my guard down. I let myself believe that my parents were wrong about Darren. He wasn’t broken. He’d just made a mistake. Just one mistake, that was all….”

“And then came the Kyle murders.” Dean knew, better than anyone, what it felt like to carry the blood of someone else’s victims on your hands.

“Darren went missing that day.” Kane closed his eyes, reliving what he’d seen as a child. “I knew he’d gone to Mason’s. I followed, but by the time I got there…”

Anna Kyle, dead. Her husband, dead. Her father, dying…

“Mason was standing there,” Kane said. “He was just…standing there. And then he turned, and he looked at me, and he said, ‘Tell Darren—I won’t tell.’”

I could hear Malcolm Lowell stating that he didn’t think his grandson had been the one to torture and kill the animals he’d found.

I think he watched.

“That was when your father built the chapel?” Agent Sterling asked. I translated the question—the cell underneath the chapel. The shackles on the walls. Not for sheep in his flock who’d gone astray—for his own monstrous son.

I tried to imagine being Kane, knowing that my father had locked my own twin away. Had Kane visited Darren? Had he seen the toll captivity was taking on him? Had he just left his own brother down there, day after day and year after year?

As if he could hear those silent questions, Kane closed his eyes, pain etched into his features. “You could catch Darren standing over a dying puppy and he’d tell you to your face that he didn’t do it. He swore, up and down, that he’d had nothing to do with the attack on the Kyles.” Kane swallowed. “My father didn’t believe him.”

You didn’t believe him, either. You let your father lock him up. For years.

I understood now why Kane had never been able to leave town. No matter how disgusted he’d become with his father’s manipulations, no matter how broken his family was, he couldn’t leave his brother.

“He was my twin. If he was a monster, I was, too.”

“Years later, you met my mother,” I commented, my mind racing. “And things were going so well….” My voice caught in my throat as I remembered Kane dancing with my mother on the front porch, Kane lifting me onto his shoulders.

“How does Sarah Simon tie in to all of this?” Agent Sterling redirected the conversation. “By all accounts, she joined Serenity more than two decades after the death of the Kyle family.”

“I’d left Serenity by that point,” Kane said, his voice hoarse enough to tell me that I wasn’t the only one who’d been caught up in memories of my mother. “But from what I understand, Sarah spent a lot of time in the chapel.”

I could hear the horror in the way Kane said chapel.

“Sarah found out about Darren,” I said, my mind on the cell where Holland Darby had kept his son.

“She discovered the room. She snuck down to see him, probably more than once, and when he tired of playing with her, he killed her.” Kane’s voice was like a dull-edged knife. “He wrapped his hands around her neck, just like you said. Power. Domination. Personal. And then, he got out and came after me.”

Not you, I corrected silently. Power. Domination. Personal.

“He went after the person you loved.” I wondered how Darren had known about my mother, if he’d followed Kane to our house, but those questions died under the force of a memory that hit me with a tsunami’s force.

Nighttime. There’s a thump downstairs.

I put myself in my mother’s position. Did you think he was Kane at first? Did he try to hurt you? Did he wrap his fingers around your throat?

You fought back.

I thought of my mother smiling, hours later, dancing with me on the side of the road. You killed him.




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