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I see you tomorrow, Dr. Zimmerman?” Emma asks.

Emma’s mom looks up. “See her for what, dear?”

Emma clears her throat. “Well, you all had this lovely surprise gathering for me. I have a little surprise for you, too.” She scoots her chair back and stands up. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, she takes three steps before plunking down on Mick’s lap.

Emma’s mom covers her face with her hands and bursts into happy tears.

Even Cynthia didn’t see this coming.

Dr. Zimmerman looks at the group and says, “When Mr. and Mrs. Benton shared the details of Emma’s Transverse myelitis with me, I started doing some tests of my own. Each day the sensation in her lower extremities gets stronger and more capable. Just as Transverse myelitis can develop in a matter of hours—Emma’s happened overnight—it can leave just as quickly. I’m not certain, but I think her recovery has something to do with the trauma she experienced. Not only in being shot, but in the surgery afterward.”

Niall starts to move to the big urn for coffee, then changes his mind. On impulse, he opens the refrigerator and pulls out two bottles of champagne. It isn’t every day a nightmare has a happy ending. “Mick, will you get some champagne flutes, please?” And with that, he sends the cork cannoning to the ceiling.

There are toasts all around.

Cynthia walks over to Mick and whispers. “When you need help with future cases, please call me.”

“What do you mean, ‘help with future cases?’”

Cynthia smiles and pats his arm. “You’ll see, dear. You’ll see.”

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Iconoclast: A Sean McPherson Novel, Book Two

PROLOGUE

“There is only one plot—things are not what they seem.”

—JIM THOMPSON

“Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin.”

A suppressor muffles the sound of six consecutive rounds fired below the screen through the thin wooden partition separating saint from sinner in the confession booth.

As Father Paddy’s body slumps to the floor, the iconoclast slips out a back door.

Rounding the corner, she does a tactical scan to ensure there’s no one around. All clear.

She looks up to make sure the black sock she put over the security camera is still there. In place.

She removes the oversized trench coat and pulls off a short gray wig, mustache, and beard. She rolls them, along with her gun and suppressor, into the coat, and tucks everything into the briefcase. Before getting into the car she borrowed from Vito, she places the briefcase on the floor behind the driver’s seat.

As she pulls away from the curb, she smiles. I entered St. Barnabas as an old man. I left as a woman. Now if that’s not a miracle, I don’t know what is.

Thirty minutes later, she drives down a gravel road to The Scrap Heap. On the surface, to innocent passersby, it’s a wrecking yard where vehicles are brought, and their usable parts are salvaged and sold, while the unusable metal parts are sold to recycling companies. In reality, it’s a place where people and things who’ve outlived their usefulness pass through.

The tips of Toni’s nails, polished in “dagger pink,” tap the steering wheel through thin, nitrile gloves. Usually, it’s a fifteen-minute drive, but she takes a route devoid of street cams.

Two snarling Dobermans greet her through an eight-foot chain-link fence topped with triple concertina wire. The result is an extremely effective barrier.

Tapping the fence, Toni muses. This is the second barrier I’ve dealt with today—first, the screen in the confessional, now the chain-link fence. If I had a shrink, they’d probably conclude that I enjoy keeping barricades between the men I don’t like and me. She smiles. And they’d be right. I can always see them from the outside, where I stay safe and maintain control. They’re defenseless and easily manipulated on the inside.

A huge bald man in oil-stained coveralls steps out of the doorway of a small shack by the gate. He smiles. “Hey, Toni.”

“Hey, Vito. Did you wait as I asked?”

“I did. Just a sec. Let me get these guys.”

After shutting the dogs behind the door of the shack, Vito opens the gate.

Toni drives through, opens the back passenger door, and retrieves the briefcase.

Before they head into the central part of the yard, Vito closes and locks the gate.

Toni follows him to a waiting pile of wrecked cars. She hands him the open briefcase, peels off the nitrile gloves, and tosses them in, then tucks her hands into her back pockets. Such a waste. That was a sweet Smith M&P22 compact and .22LR suppressor.

After closing the briefcase and giving it a speculative weight check, Vito shrugs his massive shoulders and tosses it through the air into the top car’s open trunk. Then he climbs up a ladder into a rig next to the pile of cars and starts the engine. When he pushes a black-knobbed lever, the car crusher begins its descent, closing the top car’s trunk as it does.

Toni notices two words spray-painted on the side of the machine. “Big Bang.”

She looks up at Vito. His face is red, and his head is glistening with sweat. He wipes the moisture from his forehead with the front of his hairy arm.

He looks down at her, gives her a thumbs up and smiles.

When it’s all over, he climbs down. “How about dinner sometime?”

“I’d like that.” She mentally applauds herself for not finishing the sentence with idiota—Italian for idiot.

Nodding toward the pile of crushed cars, Vito holds out a hand.

Toni looks at his waiting palm. If his fingers were laced together, his hand would look like a baseball mitt.

“That’ll be five hundred bucks,” Vito says. “But when we go out, it’s on me.” He smiles.

“It’s a deal,” she says.

After paying Vito in cash, he unlocks the gate and opens it.

Toni thanks him again, then gets in her own car and drives away. Looking in the rearview mirror, she sees Vito. I’d rather die.

Clutching her glasses in one hand and a crumpled tissue in

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