by Blake Pierce
O N C E F O R S A K E N
(A RILEY PAIGE MYSTERY—BOOK 7)
B L A K E P I E R C E
Blake Pierce
Blake Pierce is author of the bestselling RILEY PAGE mystery series, which includes seven books (and counting). Blake Pierce is also the author of the MACKENZIE WHITE mystery series, comprising five books (and counting); of the AVERY BLACK mystery series, comprising four books (and counting); and of the new KERI LOCKE mystery series.
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BOOKS BY BLAKE PIERCE
RILEY PAIGE MYSTERY SERIES
ONCE GONE (Book #1)
ONCE TAKEN (Book #2)
ONCE CRAVED (Book #3)
ONCE LURED (Book #4)
ONCE HUNTED (Book #5)
ONCE PINED (Book #6)
ONCE FORSAKEN (Book #7)
ONCE COLD (Book #8)
MACKENZIE WHITE MYSTERY SERIES
BEFORE HE KILLS (Book #1)
BEFORE HE SEES (Book #2)
BEFORE HE COVETS (Book #3)
BEFORE HE TAKES (Book #4)
BEFORE HE NEEDS (Book #5)
AVERY BLACK MYSTERY SERIES
CAUSE TO KILL (Book #1)
CAUSE TO RUN (Book #2)
CAUSE TO HIDE (Book #3)
CAUSE TO FEAR (Book #4)
KERI LOCKE MYSTERY SERIES
A TRACE OF DEATH (Book #1)
A TRACE OF MURDER (Book #2)
A TRACE OF VICE (Book #3)
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
PROLOGUE
Tiffany was all dressed when her mother called out from downstairs.
“Tiffany! Are you ready for church?”
“Almost, Mom,” Tiffany yelled back. “Just a few minutes.”
“Well, hurry up. We’ve got to leave here in five minutes.”
“OK.”
The truth was, Tiffany had finished dressing several minutes ago, right after eating a delicious waffle breakfast downstairs with Mom and Dad. She just wasn’t ready to go anywhere yet. She was really enjoying a bunch of funny animal videos on her cell phone.
So far she’d watched a skateboarding Pekingese, a bulldog climbing a ladder, a cat trying to play a guitar, a big dog that chased its tail whenever someone sang “Pop Goes the Weasel,” and a herd of hundreds of stampeding bunnies.
Right now she was watching one that really made her laugh. A squirrel kept trying to get into a squirrel-proof birdfeeder. No matter how he approached the feeder, it would spin around and send him flying. But the squirrel was determined and wouldn’t give up.
The video kept her giggling until her mother called out again.
“Tiffany! Is your sister coming with us?”
“I don’t think so, Mom.”
“Well, go ask her, please.”
Tiffany sighed. She more than half wanted to yell back …
“Go ask her yourself.”
Instead, she called back, “OK.”
Tiffany’s nineteen-year-old sister, Lois, hadn’t come down to breakfast. Tiffany was pretty sure she had no intention of going to church. She’d told Tiffany yesterday that she didn’t want to go.
Lois had been doing less and less with the family ever since she’d started college in the fall. She came home most weekends and on holidays and breaks, but either kept to herself or went out with friends, and almost always slept late in the mornings.
Tiffany couldn’t blame her.
Life in the Pennington household was enough to bore a teenager to death. And church bored Tiffany more than almost anything.
With a sigh, she stopped the video and stepped out into the hallway. Lois’s bedroom was upstairs from hers—a luxurious room that took up most of the attic. She even had her own private bathroom up there and a huge closet. Tiffany was still stuck in the smaller second-floor bedroom that had been hers for as long as she could remember.
It didn’t seem fair. She’d hoped that she would inherit her sister’s bedroom when she went to college. Why did Lois need all that space now that she was only home on weekends? Couldn’t they trade bedrooms at long last?
She complained about it often and loudly, but nobody seemed to care.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the attic and called out.
“Hey, Lois! Are you coming with us?”
She got no reply. She rolled her eyes. This often happened whenever she had to fetch Lois for one thing or another.
She climbed up the stairs and knocked on the door to her sister’s room.
“Hey, Lois,” she yelled again. “We’re going to church. Are you coming?”
Again, she got no reply.
Tiffany shuffled her feet impatiently, then knocked again.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
There was still no reply.
Tiffany groaned aloud. Lois might be fast asleep or listening to music on headphones. More likely, though, she was just ignoring her.
“OK,” she yelled. “I’ll tell Mom you’re not coming.”
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p; As Tiffany made her way back down the stairs, she worried a little. Lois had been a bit down during her most recent visits—not exactly depressed, but not as cheerful as usual. She’d told Tiffany that college was harder than she’d expected, and the pressure was getting to her.
At the bottom of the stairs, Dad was standing in the foyer checking his watch impatiently. He looked ready to go, warmly clad in an overcoat, a fur cap, a scarf, and gloves. Mom was putting on her own coat.
“So is Lois coming?” Dad asked.
“She says no,” Tiffany said, lying a little. Dad might get mad if Tiffany said that Lois wouldn’t even answer her knock on the door.
“Well, I’m not surprised,” Mom said, putting on her gloves. “I heard her car pull in late last night. I’m not sure what time it was.”
Tiffany felt another pang of envy at the mention of her sister’s car. Lois had so much freedom now that she was in college! Best of all, nobody cared very much what time she came home at night. Tiffany hadn’t even heard her come in at all last night.
I guess I was fast asleep, she thought.
As Tiffany started putting on her own coat, Dad grumbled, “The two of you are taking forever. We’re going to be late for the service.”
“We’ll be there in plenty of time,” Mom said calmly.
“I’ll go out and get the car started,” Dad said.
He opened the front door and stomped outside. Tiffany and her mother quickly got bundled up and followed him.
The cold air hit Tiffany hard. There was still snow on the ground from a few days ago. She wished she were still in her warm bed. It was a lousy day to have to go anywhere.
Suddenly, she heard her mom gasp.
“Lester, what is it?” Mom called out to Dad.
Tiffany saw Dad standing in front of the open garage door. He was staring into the garage, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He looked stunned and horrified.
“What’s going on?” Mom called out again.
Dad turned to see her. He seemed to be having trouble saying anything.
Finally, he blurted, “Call nine-one-one.”
“Why?” Mom replied.
Dad didn’t explain. He headed into the garage. Mom darted forward, and when she reached the open door, she let out a scream that paralyzed Tiffany with fear.
Mom rushed inside the garage.
For a long moment, Tiffany stood frozen in her tracks.
“What is it?” Tiffany called out.
She heard Mom’s sobbing voice call out from the garage, “Go back inside, Tiffany.”
“Why?” Tiffany yelled back.
Mom came running out of the garage. She grabbed Tiffany’s arm and tried to turn her around to go back to the house.
“Don’t look,” she said. “Go back inside.”
Tiffany wrestled loose from Mom and rushed into the garage.
It took her a moment to take everything in. All three cars were parked there. In the back corner to the left, Dad was wrestling clumsily with a ladder.
Something was hanging there by a rope tied to a roof beam.
It was a person.
It was her sister.
CHAPTER ONE
Riley Paige had just sat down to dinner when her daughter said something that really startled her.
“Aren’t we just the picture-perfect family?”
Riley stared at April, whose face reddened with embarrassment.
“Wow, did I just say that aloud?” April said sheepishly. “Was that corny or what?”
Riley laughed and looked around the table. Her ex-husband, Ryan, was sitting at the far end of the table from her. To her left, her fifteen-year-old daughter, April, was sitting next to their housekeeper, Gabriela. To her right was thirteen-year-old Jilly, a newcomer to the household.
April and Jilly had just made hamburgers for Sunday’s dinner, giving Gabriela a break from cooking.
Ryan took a bite of his hamburger, then said, “Well, we are a family, aren’t we? I mean, just look at us.”
Riley didn’t say anything.
A family, she thought. Is that what we are really?
The idea took her just a little bit by surprise. After all, she and Ryan had separated almost two years ago, and had been divorced for six months now. Although they were spending time together again, Riley had avoided giving much thought to where that might lead. She had put aside years of hurt and betrayal in order to enjoy a peaceful present.
Then there was April, whose adolescence had been anything but easy. Would her desire for togetherness last?
Riley felt even more uncertain about Jilly. She’d found Jilly in a truck stop in Phoenix, trying to sell her own body to truck drivers. Riley had rescued Jilly from a terrible life and an abusive father, and now she hoped to adopt her. But Jilly was still a troubled girl, and things were touch-and-go with her.
The one person at the table Riley felt surest about was Gabriela. The stout Guatemalan woman had been working for the family since long before the divorce. Gabriela had never been anything other than responsible, grounded, and loving.
“What do you think, Gabriela?” Riley asked.
Gabriela smiled.
“A family can be chosen, not just inherited,” she said. “Blood isn’t everything. Love is what matters.”
Riley suddenly felt warm inside. She could always count on Gabriela to say what needed to be said. She gazed with a new sense of satisfaction at the people around her.
After being on leave from BAU for a month, she was enjoying just being here at home in her townhouse.
And enjoying my family, she thought.
Then April said something else that surprised her.
“Daddy, when are you going to move in with us?”
Ryan looked quite startled. As she often did, Riley wondered whether his newfound commitment was too good to last.
“That’s kind of a big topic to take on right now,” Ryan said.
“How come?” April asked her father. “You might as well live here. I mean, you and Mom are sleeping together again and you’re here almost every day.”
Riley felt her face redden. Shocked, Gabriela gave April a sharp poke with her elbow.
“¡Chica! ¡Silencio!” she said.
Jilly looked around with a grin.
“Hey, that’s a great idea,” she said. “Then I’d be sure to get good grades.”
It was true—Ryan had been helping Jilly get up to speed at her new school, especially with social studies. He’d actually been very supportive of all of them in recent months.
Riley’s eyes met Ryan’s. She saw that he was blushing too.
As for herself, she didn’t know what to say. She had to admit that she found the idea appealing. She’d grown comfortable with Ryan spending most of his nights here. Everything had fallen into place so easily—perhaps too easily. Maybe some of her comfort came from not having to make decisions about it.
She remembered what April had called everybody just now.
“A picture-perfect family.”
They all certainly seemed like that at the moment. But Riley couldn’t help feeling uneasy. Was all this perfection just an illusion? Like reading a good book or watching a pleasant movie?
Riley was all too aware that the world outside was full of monsters. She’d devoted her professional life to fighting them. But for the past month, she’d almost been able to pretend they didn’t exist.
A smile slowly crossed Ryan’s face.
“Hey, why don’t we all move into my place?” he said. “There’s plenty of room for all of us.”
Riley stifled a gasp of alarm.
The last thing she wanted was to move back to the big suburban home that she had shared with Ryan for years. It was too full of unpleasant memories.
“I couldn’t give this place up,” she said. “I’ve gotten settled in so comfortably here.”
April looked at her father eagerly.
“It’s up to you, Daddy,” she said. “Are you movi
ng in with us or not?”
Riley watched Ryan’s face. She could tell that he was struggling with his decision. She understood at least one reason why. He belonged to a law firm in DC, but fairly often worked at home. There wasn’t room for him to do that here.
Finally Ryan said, “I’d have to keep the house. It could still be my local office.”
April was almost bouncing from excitement.
“So are you saying yes?” she asked.
Ryan smiled silently for a moment.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he finally said.
April let out a squeal of delight. Jilly clapped her hands and giggled.
“Great!” Jilly said. “Please pass the ketchup—Dad.”
Ryan, April, Gabriela, and Jilly all started chattering happily as they continued eating.
Riley told herself to enjoy this happy glow while she could. Sooner or later, she would be called upon to stop another monster. The thought sent a chill up her spine. Was some evil already lurking, waiting for her?
*
The next day, April’s school had a shortened schedule to allow for teacher meetings, and Riley had given in to her daughter’s pleas to let her cut the whole day. They decided to go shopping together while Jilly was still in school.
The rows of stores in the mall seemed endless to Riley, and many of the shops looked very much alike. Skinny mannequins in stylish clothes held impossible poses in every window. The figures they were passing right now were headless, adding to Riley’s impression that they were all interchangeable. But April kept telling her what each store carried, and which styles she’d loved to wear. April apparently saw variety where Riley only saw sameness.
A teenage thing, I guess, Riley thought.
At least the mall wasn’t crowded today.
April pointed to a sign outside a store named Towne Shoppe.
“Oh, look!” she said. “‘AFFORDABLE LUXURY’! Let’s go in for a look!”
Inside the store, April pounced on a rack of jeans and jackets, pulling out things to try on.
“I guess I could use some new jeans myself,” Riley said.
April rolled her eyes.