His hound thumped his tail in agreement.
Taking a final deep breath, Jack started up the airboat’s engine and shot down the waterways and channels. It was a maze through here, but he knew the way by heart. Skirting around an island, he reached a channel that ran straight toward a large log home, newly rebuilt after the fires.
He flew straight for the pier, then, at the last moment, angled the craft broadside and raked the bow to a perfect stop alongside the dock. A familiar round shape dressed in coveralls and an LSU ball cap rose from a chair and helped him tie off the airboat.
Burt bounded onto the dock and greeted him like an old friend.
“ ’Bout time you got here, Jack. Your little filly was growing restless. Thought I might have to tie her down.” With a final tug, he cinched the mooring rope to the pier’s stanchion.
“Thanks, Joe. Where is she?”
“Where do you think?” He waved beyond the log home, to the grounds of what was formerly known as Uncle Joe’s Alligator Farm. “She’s off with Stella and the kids.”
LORNA STARED IN amazement at the sight. She never grew tired of it. She stood on the observation deck above the spread of ponds and elevated walkways. A glass of lemonade sweated on the log rail. Below, children ran and played, bounded and jumped. Several hung from trees.
The ponds no longer held any alligators. They’d all been moved, including Elvis, who now was a star attraction at the Audubon Zoo in the city. To support his acquisition, a major marketing campaign was under way. Its slogan could be found emblazoned on billboards, buses, and streetcars all across New Orleans. It was only two words: Elvis Lives!
Stella climbed the steps with the youngest child in her arms. Only three months old, the girl was already walking on her own-though she plainly still liked to be carried.
“Eve is getting heavy,” Stella said, hiking the child higher in her arms.
“I can see that.”
“We’re weaning her off the bottle like you suggested, but she’s fighting it.”
“They always do.” Lorna smiled and nodded below. “I have to say, you’re doing a great job. They all look so happy.”
Stella matched her grin. “Oh, they have their usual scrapes and bruises like any kids, but I’ve never seen a more loving bunch. You should see how they dote on Igor, Bagheera, and the two little monkeys. They keep stuffing them with treats.”
Lorna laughed. She had never doubted the brood would find a good home here, but she was surprised how quickly they had adjusted to their new environment and circumstances.
Before leaving the Thibodeauxs’ boat, Lorna and the others had made a pact to keep the existence of the children secret-at least until they were strong enough and the world ready enough to handle such news. The Thibodeauxs had proved skilled at getting the children through the bayou in secret. No one appeared to be any the wiser, and when it came to keeping things hidden from sight, there was no better place.
Lorna had only confided in two others-Carlton and Zoë-knowing she’d need their help in establishing this secret sanctuary. It had been an easy sell. ACRES had been started to protect and nurture endangered species.
Lorna watched the children play.
Was there any species more endangered, more at risk?
To help matters, the project had the backing of an open checkbook from a silent partner.
After reaching U.S. shores, Bennett had turned himself over to the authorities. He did not hold back, exposing all the crimes done in his name, opening the balance sheets to Ironcreek-but as promised, he had remained silent about the children. He told authorities that the facility on Lost Eden Cay had been a viral lab undergoing human trials, that a weaponized organism had gotten loose, and that it became necessary to burn it all down.
Afterward, Bennett had been moved to a high-security facility while he assisted the Justice Department in rooting out other guilty parties both within the government and out in the private sector. His testimony continued to shake up Washington.
Hopefully for the better.
But Bennett’s largesse didn’t end there. Through the use of dummy corporations and financial channels that made Lorna’s head spin, he secretly financed both the rebuilding of ACRES and the establishment of this secret sanctuary.
Lorna understood the motive behind this generosity.
Bennett had started down a path to his own redemption.
If she ever doubted it, she only had to turn around. At Bennett’s personal request, a message had been carved into the lintel above the new home’s doorway.
MATTHEW 19:14
She had to look up that particular Bible verse. When she did so, it left her smiling. She found it entirely fitting.
Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.
Lorna stared across at the joyful play and youthful innocence. Her smile grew as she took it all in. While this might not be Heaven, it was definitely a little slice of Eden.
Footsteps sounded behind her.
She turned to find Jack crossing toward her, Burt trotting at his side. The shock must have been all over her face. She hadn’t known he was coming.
Stella retreated toward the house with Eve in her arms.
Jack took her place. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, his hair wet and combed back, like he’d just stepped out of the shower-though he still had a day’s worth of stubble over his chin and cheeks.
She was confused. “What are you doing here?”
He lifted his arms to encompass this new Eden. “Where better than here?”
She still didn’t understand. “For what?”
As answer, he dropped to one knee.
EPILOGUE
SPRING
BAGHDAD, IRAQ
Two young men hurried through the Al-Zawraa Gardens toward the main gates of the Baghdad Zoo. The smaller of the two sped ahead of his older brother. He called back impatiently.
“Yalla! Come on, Makeen!”
Makeen followed, but with less enthusiasm. He had no particular desire to ever set foot in the zoo again. The place still haunted his nightmares. But many years had passed. He had a girlfriend, a job at a video store, and hoped to save one day for his own car.
Yet, more than all that, today was his little brother Bari ’s sixteenth birthday, an auspicious day. A party was planned in the park later. His mother had spent the past week preparing this birthday picnic. The apartment still smelled of baking bread and cinnamon. With the promise of a full stomach, even nightmares lost their power.
Bari hurried through the gates. His younger brother showed no hesitation. Over the years, Bari often visited the new zoo, but whenever Makeen tried to talk to him about what had happened, his brother said he didn’t remember. And maybe he truly didn’t. Bari hadn’t seen the monster, not up close, that black beast of Shaitan.