Ted Dekker

by The Bride Collector (v5)

  Point taken.

  “You cannot hurt Paradise more than she’s already been hurt. You can only help her. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you from treating her like any other woman.”

  “Okay.” Brad stood and walked to the window. “Fine, I won’t. But you’re wrong about one thing.” He turned and walked to the back of his chair. “I’m not falling in love with her. Maybe I am wounded and maybe I’m afraid to let a woman love me, all that psychobabble. I like Paradise very much. She’s… precious. But, please, I’m not falling in love with her.”

  The idea of it…

  Allison’s eyes twinkled. “Fine. Then you’ll treat her like a human being. Like a woman.”

  “I said I would.”

  “Because if you do, she’ll trust you. She might let her guard down and tell you what’s hidden inside her. And she’ll probably fall in love with you, if she hasn’t already.”

  He couldn’t believe she was saying this.

  “And I’m telling you that’s okay,” Allison said, standing. “Let her fall in love with you. It will do her wonders.”

  “I refuse to lead her on—”

  “I didn’t say lead her on. I said treat her like any woman. Just don’t penalize her. There’s a difference.”

  Allison walked around her desk and headed toward the door. “And this bit about God’s favorite, from the killer’s note.”

  “‘I’ve taken God’s favorite back to him,’” Brad quoted.

  She gripped the doorknob and turned back. “You realize that’s theologically sound. In God’s infinite love, he loves no one more than another. We are all, therefore, God’s favorite. Each soul is immeasurably valuable, no less than the value of a single bride loved by her suitor. Few humans understand their relative value to God.”

  “And you’re saying the Bride Collector does,” Brad said.

  “Whoever this man is, he thinks he’s doing God a favor, finding the bride of Christ for him. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s actually killing God’s favorites. He’s got it backward, you see? He’s not an angel, he’s the devil. Someone needs to correct his thinking.”

  “Yes, well, he’s delusional.”

  “Yes. But he’s not the only one who’s got it backward.” She opened the door and stepped out. “Now we should go. Paradise is waiting.”

  “She is?”

  “She’s been waiting for an hour.”

  23

  “THEY’RE COMING!” Andrea cried. She whipped back from the window overlooking the park, eyes wide. “Quick, they’re coming!”

  Paradise was hanging back, pacing by the couch, determined not to give in to all of their antics, but hearing the announcement she rushed forward with Casanova and Roudy for a look.

  “Who’s coming?” a voice shouted from behind. “Zeus?”

  They spun and faced a goggle-eyed Flower in a pink dress. “Out,” Roudy snapped.

  “But my sculpture isn’t ready for Zeus! It’s going to be majestic.”

  “The room is reserved for a meeting with Allison. You have to leave.”

  “But…” Then Flower turned and fled, uttering something about the gods.

  Paradise was already homed in on Allison and Brad crossing the lawn toward her. She was suddenly unsure she could go through with this. Worse, she wasn’t entirely sure what this was.

  “Now, remember what I told you,” Cass said, straightening his shirt. He was feeling better, full of vim and vigor, he said. “I know I tend to be straightforward, but it doesn’t always work so well. Trust me. Try not to stampede. Try to be subtle.”

  “Subtle?” Andrea said. “Is that what you are?”

  “I said it depends. You have to know how women think!” He held up a finger authoritatively.

  “I still think we should accompany you,” Roudy said. “Why on earth would he want to meet with you alone?”

  “Don’t be a fool, man,” Cass quipped. “Three’s a crowd.”

  “Thus speaks the man who was sleeping when we found the jack.”

  “This is about Jill, not Jack,” Cass said.

  Paradise couldn’t bear their nonsense a moment longer. “Stop being ridiculous! All of you! We don’t know who he wants to meet with, or why. This has nothing to do with anything you’re talking about!” Her voice rang through the atrium in the women’s wing. “Andrea, tell them, for heaven’s sake.”

  “It’s true, Paradise wants me to flirt with him.”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “That’s the spirit,” Cass said. “But go slow, Andrea.”

  “You didn’t?” Andrea asked with a look of confusion. “Sorry, sorry. I thought…”

  “I said you could for all I care,” Paradise snapped. “That doesn’t mean I want you to.”

  The door burst open and Bartholomew, a skinny resident who suffered from delusions, pulled up sharply. “They’re coming, Paradise! And he looks good today. Handsome devil.”

  Paradise faced Casanova. “You told the whole center?”

  He shrugged. “Just a few.”

  Bartholomew spun back. “Sorry. My lips are sealed.” He set off toward the hub, where he would likely tell every living soul, assuming they weren’t lined up at the window already.

  “Out,” Paradise said, seething now. “I want all of you out!”

  “We can’t, Paradise,” Roudy protested. “Like you said, he might want to talk to all of us.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “So you see, he is coming for you,” Cass said. “I can see that look in his eyes from here. He’s got one thing on the brain, that one. Not to worry, it’s all I think about as well. Just remember what I told you.”

  Before Paradise could respond, the door opened and Allison walked in, followed by Brad Raines. Two thoughts collided in her mind. The first was that they’d been caught staring out the window.

  The second was that she’d forgotten how beautiful Brad Raines was. He wore jeans today. She’d never seen him in jeans. They made him look more like her, in some ways. She felt silly for comparing herself to him.

  “Hello, friends,” Allison said, smiling. “I see you’ve been expecting us.”

  “No,” Paradise said. “Yes, they have been, talk, talk, talk, you know. Can’t shut Casanova up.” She wished she could meld with the wall.

  “Hello,” Brad said, dipping his head at them all. His gaze settled on Paradise. “I guess you all heard.”

  “What’s this all about?” Roudy demanded. “More evidence? He left another note, I suspect.” He flipped out his hand. “Give it to me and I’ll have my assistant prepare it for my analysis immediately.”

  “You look handsome today,” Andrea said.

  Paradise glanced at her friend, and saw that she was staring at Brad with those eyes. How could Andrea be so forward now, after everything?

  “Yes, you do,” Paradise agreed, then felt silly for saying it. But she wasn’t going to let Andrea walk all over her, either.

  “Thank you.” His eyes were on her. “If you all don’t mind, I need to speak to Paradise. She may be able to provide us with information—”

  “What, the ghost thing again?”

  “Roudy, please.” Allison tsked. “Don’t be like that. There are a lot of desperate people out there right now. Now, please, give us a few moments. Hmm?”

  “How long?” Roudy persisted.

  “An hour, Roudy. Maybe two. Please. Paradise will be along.”

  “I need a shower,” Andrea said. “Sorry, sorry.” She walked quickly toward the hall door.

  Roudy set his jaw and headed toward the exit behind them, pouting.

  Casanova walked up to Brad and took his hand and kissed it. “I’m so sorry for your loss, young man. She was indeed a stunning beauty. Just remember, there are more where she came from.” Then he, too, left.

  “The room’s all yours,” Allison said. “But I wouldn’t linger here long. You’re bound to be interrupted.”

  “You’re leaving
?”

  “I am, Paradise.” Allison walked up to her and touched her cheek with a warm hand. Her words were as soft as her smile. “It’s okay, young woman. Not that you need it, but you have my permission to tell him whatever you want. He’s a good man. I think you can trust him, I really do.”

  Paradise nodded slowly. “I do trust him.”

  “Yes, but I think you can really trust him. And I think you can trust yourself. Don’t be afraid, child.”

  Then she turned and walked toward the door. “I’ll be in the reception area if you need me. Oh, and I think the south lawn is the most private place on the grounds. At the pond behind the aspen grove. Paradise, you know the place.”

  The pond. Why so far? It was near the fence, and Paradise avoided going so close to the fence at all costs.

  “Paradise?”

  “Yes. The pond, yes.”

  “Good.”

  And Allison was gone.

  “Well.” Brad was smiling, a little red in the face himself. “That was a bit ridiculous.”

  The comment eased her a bit. But she had to stay on point here. From the moment Allison had told her that Brad Raines was visiting CWI again, she’d been a complete mess. Within fifteen minutes she’d broken down and told Andrea, and the rest was history.

  You would think that Romeo and Juliet had come back to life and were reuniting on these very grounds! The very fact that she’d allowed herself to entertain the most fleeting fantasies over these past few days was horribly embarrassing.

  The fact that the mere sight of Brad made her palms wet now was downright shameful. She had to maintain control.

  Brad cleared his throat. “Do you know why I’m here?”

  “Because Nikki’s dead,” she said. Then added, thinking her delivery too crude, “I’m so sorry.”

  “So am I. But you were right about the jack in the whole.”

  “Allison showed us the last note. Roudy and Andrea spent a whole day on it, but they couldn’t come up with anything.”

  “I think it was a note for me.”

  “That’s what I told them.” She paused. “Did you love her?”

  He blinked. “Nikki?”

  What was she doing?

  “Not like that, no,” he said. “But we were very close.”

  Paradise almost asked him what he thought about her, but she caught the words in her throat before she made a fool of herself. The room was feeling stuffy and she was sweating, so when he said that maybe they should take Allison up on her suggestion to find some privacy near the pond, she jumped at it, fence or no fence.

  She caught sight of Bartholomew’s Afro behind some bushes as they exited the women’s wing. Fortunately, they were headed away from him. They walked in silence, and her awkwardness grew. She became aware of every step she took. Her sandals, which she’d never worn until today, looked like something out of a bad Cleopatra movie. His leather shoes, on the other hand, looked like they might cost her full monthly allowance.

  They were both wearing jeans, but hers were too short. Why were all her jeans too short? She’d never realized that until just these last few days.

  Andrea had told her yesterday that her hair stank, so she’d washed it. Andrea always thought everyone’s hair stank. But now Paradise was thankful because she was walking just in front of him, and he was probably looking down on the top of her head at this very moment.

  She couldn’t bear it any longer. So she stopped and let him pass her.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing. I need to fix my shoe; just keep going.”

  She made a show of fixing the strap on her sandal and then followed when he continued down the sidewalk. If she stood on her tiptoes, the top of her head might reach his underarms. He was built like a god, Andrea had said. She had to agree.

  Her mind spun with an image of Cleopatra inviting the newest servant, the strong, bare-chested specimen from the south who’d only just joined her court, to demonstrate how he shot his bow. She wanted lessons in the garden. Just the two of them. She must know precisely how he held the bow, and she walked up behind him as he flexed, bowstring drawn back tight. She traced his back and his arms with her delicate fingers as she studied his posture. His muscles were like vines beneath his skin. Suddenly, from behind a tree on their right, came his lover, a witch from the north who had cast a spell on…

  “Okay, stop.” Brad halted, holding up his hand.

  She plowed into his back, then scrambled back. “Sorry. Excuse me, I didn’t realize you were going to stop. If you would have told me, I would have gone around. I didn’t mean to run you over.”

  He didn’t seem to care. “I can’t do this,” he said.

  Dread spread down her face. “Me neither.”

  “I just don’t feel right about it.”

  “Exactly. I never did feel right. And they’re not really Cleopatra sandals.”

  That stalled him. “I’m sorry?”

  “Nothing. What were you talking about?”

  “Allison said I should just be honest.”

  When he didn’t elaborate, she agreed. “As opposed to lying, yes, she would say that, she used to be a nun. I mean, I would, too, of course. Honesty is always best, particularly around someone like me who despises a fake.”

  “Really?”

  “You like fakes?”

  “Then you know why I’m here?”

  “Because Nikki is… you know…” She made a motion with her hand but quickly gave up, realizing she didn’t know how to say dead without saying it. “Dead.”

  “I mean… why I’m here with you,” he said.

  She had no clue, because she was purposefully controlling her own mind and forbidding it to wander. Well, yes, she did have a clue. They were here to try to shake loose the memory of what she’d seen in the kitchen. The ghost. “To get me to remember…”

  “And the only way to do that is to get you to trust me,” he said. “You realize that?”

  “I do. And I already do trust you.”

  “Yes but… I mean…” His eyes shifted, and he used his large, strong hands absently. The ones with trimmed nails. Her nails were trimmed as well, but with her teeth, which Andrea said was a nasty habit. Had she bitten her nails while he was watching? She couldn’t remember!

  “More than just trust,” he was saying.

  “Like what?”

  “Like become comfortable with me. Release your fears. Whatever’s blocking your memory.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “I think so. You want me to let go of my inhibitions so that my mind lets go, so to speak, and recalls what I saw.”

  “Something like that. Yes.”

  “But you’re afraid that we might get too emotionally involved,” she said.

  His eyes widened slightly. She’d spoken too frankly, she knew that the moment the words had left her mouth, but seeing his reaction, she felt strengthened. She had some power over him. It was the first time she’d exercised this kind of power over a man like Brad, and she found it amazingly satisfying.

  “You’re afraid I might fall in love with you,” she pressed. And now he blinked. Then blushed. Not much, but just enough to encourage her even more.

  “Or that, however unlikely, you might fall in love with me.”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “Well…” Now his face was bright red.

  Then Paradise thought about everything she’d just said, and she felt her own face turn hot.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Raines. I have no intention of falling in love with you.” She walked past him. “Now come on, let’s go to the pond and see if we can’t figure this out.”

  “Brad,” he said. “Please call me Brad.”

  And for a moment she felt like his queen.

  THEY SPENT AN hour at the large fountain that Allison called a pond, doing nothing but talking and walking about the stained concrete patio and sitting at one of the four benches, twirling aspen leaves and
flicking small stones into the pool, yet it felt to Paradise like five minutes.

  She kept looking back to see if any spies were peeking around the building, and when none appeared she decided that Allison must have set things in order. To think of it, here she was, Paradise Founder of all people, meeting with a man alone by the pond, and the whole center knew about it. It made her feel quite special.

  She’d never spent time with a man before, even if it was to talk about a killer. But they didn’t talk about the killer. They talked about the center a lot. He wanted to know about her daily routine. Everything about it. How one person could be so interested in the details of what she did every boring day was a surprise in itself.

  How she got up at seven most mornings. Had two eggs for breakfast, sunny-side up on wheat toast with hot cocoa and a small glass of orange juice. Usually with Andrea.

  How Andrea then followed her back to her room and insisted that she brush her teeth. She showed Brad her teeth and asked him what he thought. He laughed and told her they were surprisingly white and straight, then stumbled all over himself to explain that by surprisingly he didn’t mean he would have expected anything less from her. But straight teeth, especially without braces, were actually quite rare.

  He wanted to know more, so she went on through the day, describing her card games with Roudy, who equated everything with codes and espionage and clues and such. She was friends with most of the residents who’d been around for more than a year, but not like she was with Cass, Roudy, and especially Andrea, whom she’d taken under her wing at Allison’s request.

  They talked about her connection to the outside world. Yes, they had phones in their rooms and could receive or make calls anytime. And of course they had access to high-speed Internet.

  He seemed surprised when she told him about the pictures of naked women that a resident named Carl kept taping to other residents’ doors before Allison removed his privileges. It hadn’t really bothered Paradise. After all a naked body was a naked body. But some of the residents were far too upset, like Andrea, or far too interested, like Cass. She didn’t quite get the way people reacted to nakedness, and Allison said this opinion was part of Paradise’s makeup, as was her general disregard for appearances in general.