Page 69 of The Chain

The sea lashes the dunes, and a freezing, bitter wind is coming at Rachel from the north.A slantwise rain is falling, and lightning stabs at the Dry Salvages off Cape Ann.

Rachel goes home and takes a Sam Adams out of the fridge. The beer isn’t cutting it. She pours herself half a glass of vodka and tops it up with tonic. She thinks about the first unknown caller. That voice on the phone. That thing they said about the living being only a species of the dead. It was the kind of thing she’d said to her friends when she was a freshman. A young person’s idea of depth. As if whoever was behind The Chain was pretending to be a wise fifty-year-old but was really about her own age or younger.

Rachel would have thought it would take someone a lifetime to get this evil, but no.And what about you yourself, Rachel? A kidnapper, a torturer of children, an incompetent mom. All of the above. And you know in your heart that you would have let Amelia die. The intent was there and that’s what counts in moral philosophy, in law, and in life.

Your fall has been vertiginous and swift. You’re in the cage plummeting to hell. And it’s going to get worse. It always gets worse. First comes the cancer, then the divorce, then your daughter gets kidnapped, then you become the monster.

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Sunday, 2:17 a.m.

Mike and Helen Dunleavy were everything Rachel hoped they would be. For all their procrastination and panic on Saturday morning, by Saturday afternoon they had really gotten their shit together.

They chose a kid from East Providence named Henry Hogg, a boy in a wheelchair whose father was a junior vice president of an oil company, so he could pay $150,000 without sneezing. On Saturday night, Henry’s father attended a Rotary Club dinner in Boston, and at nine o’clock, Henry’s stepmother picked Henry up from his friend’s house, three blocks away from theirs. She started wheeling him home alone through the streets of Providence.

The Dunleavys made sure he never got home.

Kylie doesn’t know about any of this, but a few hours after midnight on Sunday, the basement door opens and the woman—Heather—tells Kylie to get up.

Rachel doesn’t know about this until her phone rings at 2:17 on Sunday morning.

She’s at home, curled up on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep. She’s a mess. She’s stopped eating, stopped showering. She can’t sleep for more than a few minutes.

Her head throbs constantly. Her left breast hurts.

TheI Chingis open next to her at the hexagramhsieh—deliverance. Her fingers linger by the lineYou kill three foxes in the field and receive a yellow arrow.Will the yellow arrow be a sign that her daughter is safe?

The phone call startles her out of her torpor and she grabs the phone like it’s a life vest.

Unknown Caller.

“Hello?” Rachel says.

“Rachel, I’ve got some very good news for you,” the woman holding Kylie says.

“Yes?”

“Kylie will be released within the hour. She will be given a burner phone and she’ll call you.”

Rachel bursts into tears. “Oh God! Are you serious?”

“Yes. And she’s fine. She’s completely unharmed. But you have to remember that you and she are both still in grave danger. You have to keep your victim until you get the OK from The Chain. If you attempt to defect, they will kill you. Remember the Williams family. They might order me to kill you and Kylie, and I’ll do it to protect my boy. If I don’t do it, they’ll get the people above me on The Chain to kill me and you and our kids. They mean it. They’re truly evil.”

“I know,” Rachel replies.

“It was so tempting for me to let Kylie go when I got my boy home safe. I just wanted to be done with the whole business, but I knew if I did that, she and you and me and my son would all be in jeopardy.”

“I promise you, I won’t endanger us. Where’s my Kylie?”

“We’re going to blindfold her and drive her around for forty-five minutes and then drop her off near a rest stop. We’ll give her a phone and she’ll tell you where she is.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Rachel, for not screwing up. We were very unlucky, but it’s all over now. Please let it be over, please let the people you’re managing not screw up. Goodbye, Rachel.”

She hangs up.

Rachel calls Pete at the Appenzellers’ and tells him the news. Pete is ecstatic. “I can’t believe it. I hope it’s true.”