Iris Johansen 1998 - The Face of Deception

Eve Duncan circle - book 1

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My deepest and warmest thanks to N. Eileen Bar-row, Research Associate and Forensic Sculptor with the FACES Laboratory at Louisiana State University. Her generosity with her time, help, and guidance was invaluable in writing this book. Also a very sincere thank-you to Mark Sto-lorow, Director of Operations of Cellmark Diag-nostics Inc., for his patience and kindness in helping me with the technical aspects of DNA profiling and the intricacies of chemiluminescence.

Prologue

DIAGNOSTIC CLASSIFICATION FACILITY

JACKSON, GEORGIA

JANUARY 27

11:55 p.m.

It was going to happen.

Oh, God, don't let it happen.

Lost. She'll be lost.

They'll all be lost.

Come away, Eve. You don't want to be here. It was Joe Quinn standing beside her. His square, boyish face was pale and drawn beneath the shadow of the black umbrella he was holding. There's nothing you can do. He's had two stays of execution already. The governor's not going to do it again. There was too much public outcry the last time.

He's got to do it. Her heart was pounding so hard, it hurt her. But then, at that moment every-thing in the world was hurting her. I want to talk to the warden.

Quinn shook his head. He won't see you.

He saw me before. He called the governor. Ive got to see him. He understood about

Let me take you to your car. Its freezing out here and youre getting soaked.

She shook her head, her gaze fixed desperately on the prison gate. You talk to him. Youre with the FBI. Maybe hell listen to you.

Its too late, Eve. He tried to draw her under his umbrella but she stepped away from him. Jesus, you shouldnt have come.

You came. She gestured to the horde of news-paper and media people gathered at the gate. They came. Who has a better right to be here than me? Sobs were choking her. I have to stop it. I have to make them see that they cant

You crazy bitch.

She was jerked around and found herself facing a man in his early forties. His features were twisted with pain, and tears were running down his cheeks. It took a minute for her to recognize him. Bill Verner. His son was one of the lost ones.

Stay out of it. Verners hands dug into her shoulders. He shook her. Let them kill him. Youve already caused us too much grief and now youre trying to get him off again. Damn you, let them burn the son of a bitch.

I cant do Cant you see? Theyre lost. I have to

You stay out of it, or so help me God Ill make you sorry that you

Leave her alone. Quinn stepped forward and knocked Verners hands away from Eve. Dont you see shes hurting more than you are?

The hell she is. He killed my boy. I wont let her try to get him off again.

Do you think I dont want him to die? she said fiercely. Hes a monster. I want to kill him myself, but I cant let him There was no time for this argument, she thought frantically. There was no time for anything. It must be almost midnight.

They were going to kill him.

And Bonnie would be lost forever.

She whirled away from Verner and ran toward the gate.

Eve!

She pounded on the gate with clenched fists. Let me in! Youve got to let me in. Please dont do this.

Flashbulbs.

The prison guards were coming toward her.

Quinn was trying to pull her away from the gate.

The gate was opening.

Maybe there was a chance.

God, please let there be a chance.

The warden was coming out.

Stop it, she screamed. Youve got to stop

Go home, Ms. Duncan. Its over. He walked past her toward the TV cameras.

Over. It couldnt be over.

The warden was looking soberly into the cameras and his words were brief and to the point. There was no stay of execution. Ralph Andrew Fraser was executed four minutes ago and pronounced dead at 12: A.M.

No.

The scream was full of agony and desolation, as broken and forsaken as the wail of a lost child.

Eve didnt realize the scream came from her.

Quinn caught her as her knees buckled and she slumped forward in a dead faint.

ONE

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

JUNE

EIGHT YEARS LATER

"You look like hell. Its nearly midnight. Dont you ever sleep?

Eve glanced up from the computer to see Joe Quinn leaning against the doorjamb across the room. Sure I do. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. One late night does not a workaholic make. Or something like that. I just had to check those mea-surements before

I know. I know. Joe came into the studio lab and dropped down in the chair beside the desk. Diane said you blew her off for lunch today.

She nodded guiltily. It was the third time that month she had canceled out on Joes wife. I explained that the Chicago P.D. needed the result. Bobby Starness parents were waiting.

Was it a match?

Close enough. I knew it was almost a certainty before I started the superimposition. There were a few teeth missing from the skull, but the dental check was very close.

Then why were you brought in?

His parents didnt want to believe it. I was their last hope.

Bummer.

Yes, but I know about hope. And when they see the way Bobbys features fit the skull, theyll know its over. Theyll accept the fact that their child is dead and it may bring closure. She glanced at the image on her computer screen. Chicago P.D. had given her a skull and a picture of seven-year-old Bobby. Working with visual equipment and her computer, she had su-perimposed Bobbys face on the skull. As she had said, the match was very close. Bobby had looked so alive and sweet in the picture it was enough to break your heart.

They were all heartbreakers, she thought wearily. Are you on your way home?

Yep.

And just dropped by to yell at me?

I feel its one of my primary duties in life.

Liar. Her gaze was on the black leather case in his hands. Is that for me?

We found a skeleton in the woods in North Gwinnett. The rain unearthed it. The animals got at it, so theres not much left, but the skull is intact. He snapped open the case. Its a little girl, Eve.

He always told her right away if it was a girl. She supposed he thought he was shielding her.

She carefully took the skull and studied it. Its not a little girl. Shes a preteen, maybe eleven or twelve. She indicated a lacy crack on the upper jaw. Shes been exposed to the cold of at least one winter. She gently touched the broad nasal cavity. And she was probably black.

That will help. He grimaced. But not much. Youll have to sculpt her. We dont have any idea who she is. No pictures for superimposition. Do you know how many girls run away from home in this town? If she was a slum kid, she might not have even been re-ported missing. The parents are usually more con-cerned with getting their crack than keeping track of their He shook his head. Sorry. I forgot. Open mouth, insert foot.

A habit with you, Joe.

Only around you. I tend to lower my guard.

Should I be honored? Her brow knit with con-centration as she studied the skull. You know Mom hasnt been on crack for years. And there are a lot of things Im ashamed of in my life, but growing up in the slums isnt one of them. I might not have sur-vived if I hadnt had it tough.

Youd have survived.

She wasnt so sure. She had been too close to going under to take either sanity or survival for granted. Want a cup of coffee? We slum kids make great java.

He flinched. Ouch. I said I was sorry.

She smiled. Just thought Id take a jab or two. You deserve it for generalizing. Coffee?

No, I have to get home to Diane. He stood up. Theres no hurry with this one if shes been buried that long. Like I said, we dont even know who were looking for.

I wont hurry. Ill work on her at night.

Yeah, you have so much time. He looked at the pile of textbooks on the table. Your mom said you were studying physical anthropology now.

Only by correspondence. I dont have time to go to classes yet.

For Gods sake, why anthropology? Dont you have enough on your plate?

I thought it might help. Ive tried to find out all I can from the anthropologists Ive worked with, but theres still too much I dont know.

Youre working too hard as it is. Your schedule is booked up for months.

Thats not my fault. She made a face. It was that damn mention your commissioner gave me on 60 Minutes. Why couldnt he keep his mouth shut? I was busy enough without getting all this out-of-town stuff.

Well, just remember who your friends are. Joe headed for the door. Dont go moving away to some highfalutin college.

Dont talk to me about highfalutin, when you went to Harvard.

That was a lifetime ago. Now Im a good ol southern boy. Follow my example and stay where you belong.

Im not going anywhere. She got up and set the skull on the shelf above her workbench. Except to lunch with Diane next Tuesday. If shell have me. Will you ask her?

You ask her. Im not running interference again. I have my own problems. Its not easy for her being a cops wife. He paused at the door. Go to bed, Eve. Theyre dead. Theyre all dead. Its not going to hurt them if you get a little sleep.

Dont be stupid. I know that. You act like Im neurotic or something. Its just not professional to ig-nore a job.

Yeah, sure. He hesitated. You ever been con-tacted by John Logan?

Who?

Logan. Logan Computers. Hes a billionaire racing on the heels of Bill Gates. Hes been all over the news lately because of the Republican fund-raisers hes been throwing out in Hollywood.

She shrugged. You know I barely keep up with the news. But she did recall seeing a picture of Logan, perhaps in the Sunday paper the previous week. He was in his late thirties or early forties with a California tan and close-cut dark hair with a dusting of gray at the temples. He had been smiling down at some blond movie star. Sharon Stone? She couldnt remember. Well, he hasnt been soliciting me for money. I wouldnt give it to him if he did. I vote Inde-pendent. She glanced at her computer. Thats a Logan. He makes a good computer, but thats the closest Ive ever come in contact with the great man. Why?

Hes been making inquiries about you.

What?

Not personally. Hes going through a high-powered West Coast lawyer, Ken Novak. When they told me down at the precinct, I did some checking and Im almost sure Logans behind it.

I dont think so. She smiled slyly as she punned, It doesnt compute.

Youve handled private inquiries before. He grinned. A man in his position has to have left a trail of bodies on his way to the top. Maybe he forgot where he buried one of them.

Very funny. She wearily rubbed the back of her neck. Did his lawyer get his report?

What the hell do you think? We know how to protect our own. Tell me if he gets hold of your pri-vate number and bothers you. See you. The door shut behind him.

Yes, Joe would protect her just as hed always done, and no one could do it better. He was different from when they had first met years before. Time had hammered every trace of boyishness out of him. Shortly after Frasers execution, he had resigned from his job as an agent in the FBI and joined the At-lanta ED. He was now a lieutenant detective. Hed never really told her why he had made the move. She had asked, but his answerthat hed wanted to jet-tison the pressure of the bureauhad never satisfied her. Joe could be a very private person, and she hadnt probed. All she knew was that he had always been there for her.

Even that night at the prison when she had felt more alone than ever.

She didnt want to think about that night. The despair and pain were still as raw as

So think about it anyway. She had learned the only way to survive the pain was to meet it head-on.

Fraser was dead.

Bonnie was lost.

She closed her eyes and let the agony wash over her. When it eased, she opened her eyes and moved toward the computer. Work always helped. Bonnie might be lost and never be found, but there were others

Youve got another one? Sandra Duncan stood in the doorway, dressed in pajamas and her favorite pink chenille robe. Her gaze was focused on the skull across the room. I thought I heard someone in the driveway. Youd think Joe would leave you alone.

I dont want to be left alone. Eve sat down at the desk. No problem. Its not a rush job. Go back to bed, Mom.

You go to bed. Sandra Duncan walked over to the skull. Is it a little girl?

Preadolescent.

She was silent a moment. Youre never going to find her, you know. Bonnies gone. Let it go, Eve.

I have let it go. I just do my job.

Bullshit.

Eve smiled. Go to bed.

Can I help? Make you a snack?

I have more respect for my digestive system than to let you sabotage it.

I do try. Sandra made a face. Some people werent meant to cook.

You have other talents.

Her mother nodded. Im a good court reporter and I nag damn well. Will you go to bed, or do I have to demonstrate?

Fifteen minutes more.

I guess Ill allow you that much slack. She moved toward the door. But Ill be listening to hear your bedroom door close. She paused and then said awkwardly, Im not coming home right away after work tomorrow night. Im going out to dinner.

Eve looked up in surprise. With whom?

Ron Fitzgerald. I told you about him. Hes a lawyer in the district attorneys office. I like him. Her tone was almost defiant. He makes me laugh.

Good. Id like to meet him.

Im not like you. Its been a long time since Ive been out with a man, and I need people. Im not a nun. For Gods sake, Im not even fifty. My life cant stop just because

Why are you acting so guilty? Have I ever said I wanted you to stay home? You have a right to do whatever you want to do.

Im acting guilty because I feel guilty. Sandra scowled. You could make it easier for me if you werent so hard on yourself. Youre the one whos a nun.

God, she wished her mother hadnt decided to go into this tonight. She was too tired to cope. Ive had a few relationships.

Until they got in the way of your work. Two weeks tops.

Mom.

Okay, okay. I just think its time for you to live a normal life again.

Whats normal for one person isnt always normal for another. She looked down at her com-puter screen. Now, scat. I want to finish this before I go to bed. Be sure you drop in tomorrow night and tell me all about your dinner.

So you can live vicariously? Sandra asked tartly. I may or may not.

You will.

Yeah, I will. Her mother sighed. Good night, Eve.

Good night, Mom.

Eve leaned back in her chair. She should have no-ticed her mother was becoming restless and unhappy. Emotional instability was always dangerous for a re-covering addict. But, dammit, Mom had been clean since Bonnies second birthday. Another gift that Bonnie had brought when she came into their lives.

She was probably exaggerating the problem. Growing up with an addict had made her deeply suspicious. Surely her mothers restlessness was both typical and healthy. The best thing that could happen to her was a solid, loving relationship.

So let Sandra run with it, but watch the situation closely.

She was staring blindly at the screen. She had done enough tonight. There could be little doubt the skull belonged to little Bobby Starnes.

She noticed the Logan insignia as she logged out and turned off the computer. Funny how you never paid any attention to things like that. Why the hell would Logan be asking questions about her? He probably wasnt. More than likely it was a mistake. Her life and Logans were at opposite ends of the spectrum.

She stood up and moved her shoulders to rid them of stiffness. Shed pack up Bobbys skull, take it and the report to the house, then ship them out the following morning. She never liked to have more than one skull in the lab at the same time. Joe laughed at her, but she felt she couldnt give her full attention to the job she was working on if she could see another skull silently waiting. So shed overnight Bobby Starnes and the re-port to Chicago and the day after tomorrow Bobbys parents would know that their son had come home, that he was no longer one of the lost ones.

Let it go, Eve.

Her mother didnt understand that the search for Bonnie had become woven into the fabric of her life and she could no longer tell which thread was Bonnie and which were the other lost ones. That probably made her a hell of a lot more unstable than her mother, she thought ruefully.

She walked across the room and stood before the shelf bearing the new skull.

What happened to you? she murmured as she removed the skulls ID tag and tossed it on the work-bench. An accident? Murder? She hoped it wasnt murder, but it usually was in these cases. It hurt her to think of the terror the child had suffered before death.

The death of a child.

Someone had held this girl as a baby, had watched her take her first steps. Eve prayed that someone had loved her and given her joy before she had ended up lost in that hole in the forest.

She gently touched the girls cheekbone. I dont know who you are. Do you mind if I call you Mandy? Ive always liked that name. Jesus, she talked to skeletons and she was worried about her mother going off the deep end? It might be weird, but shed always felt it was disrespectful to treat the skulls as if they had no identity. This girl had lived, laughed, and loved. She deserved more than to be treated impersonally.

Eve whispered, Just be patient, Mandy. To-morrow Ill measure and soon Ill start sculpting. Ill find you. Ill bring you home.

MONTEREY, CALIFORNIA

Youre sure shes the best choice? John Logans gaze was fastened on the television screen, where a video of the scene outside the prison facility was playing. She doesnt appear all that stable. Ive got enough problems without having to deal with a woman who doesnt have all her marbles.

My God, what a kind, caring human being you are, Ken Novak murmured. I think the woman might have cause to appear a little distracted. That was the night the murderer of her little girl was executed.

Then she should have been dancing with joy and offering to pull the switch. I would have been. In-stead, she pleaded with the governor for a stay.

Fraser was convicted for the killing of Teddy Simes. He was almost caught in the act and wasnt able to dispose of the boys body. But he confessed to murdering eleven other children including Bonnie Duncan. He gave details that left no doubt he was guilty, but he wouldnt tell where hed disposed of the bodies.

Why not?

I dont know. He was a crazy son of a bitch. A last act of malice? The bastard even refused to appeal the death sentence. It drove Eve Duncan frantic. She didnt want him executed until he told them where her daughter was. She was afraid shed never find her.

And has she?

No. Novak picked up the remote and froze a frame. Thats Joe Quinn. Rich parents, attended Har-vard. Everyone expected him to go into law, but he joined the FBI instead. He worked the Bonnie Duncan case with the Atlanta P.D., but hes now a de-tective with them. He and Eve Duncan have become friends.

Quinn appeared to be about twenty-six at the time. Square face, broad mouth, and intelligent, wide-set brown eyes. Only friends?

He nodded. If shes gone to bed with him, we havent found out about it. She was a witness at his wedding three years ago. Shes had one or two rela-tionships in the past eight years, but nothing serious. Shes a workaholic and that doesnt lend itself to en-riching personal relationships. He looked pointedly at Logan. Now, does it?

Ignoring the comment, Logan glanced down at the report on the desk. The mothers an addict?

Not any longer. She got off the stuff years ago.

What about Eve Duncan?

She was never on dope. Which was a wonder. Practically everyone else in her neighborhood was sniffing or shooting, including Mama. Her mother was illegitimate and had Eve when she was fifteen. They lived on welfare in one of the worst areas of the city. Eve had Bonnie when she was sixteen.

Who was the father?

She didnt list him on the birth certificate. Evi-dently he didnt claim the child. He pressed the button to start the tape again. Theres a picture coming up on the screen of the kid. CNN really wrung the story for all it was worth.

Bonnie Duncan. The little girl was dressed in a Bugs Bunny T-shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. Her red hair was wildly curly and there was a smattering of freckles on her nose. She was smiling at the camera and her face was alight with joy and mischief.

Logan felt sick. What kind of world was this in which a monster could kill a kid like that?

Novaks gaze was fixed on his face. Cute, huh?

Fast-forward.

Novak pressed the button and the scene was back outside the prison.

How old was Duncan when the kid was killed?

Twenty-three. The little girl was seven. Fraser was executed two years later.

And the woman went bonkers and became ob-sessed with bones.

Hell no, Novak said curtly. Why are you being so rough on her?

Logan turned to look at him. Why are you being so defensive?

Because shes not Shes got guts, dammit.

You admire her?

From her head right down to her toes, Novak said. She could have given up the kid for adoption or gotten an abortion. She kept her instead. She could have gone on welfare like her mother and repeated the pattern. She kept the baby in a United Fund nursery during the day while she worked and did cor-respondence courses at night. She was almost fin-ished with college when Bonnie disappeared. He looked at Eve Duncan on the screen. That should have killed her or sent her spiraling back where she came from, but it didnt. She returned to school and made something of her life. She has a degree in fine arts from Georgia State and is certified as a computer age progression specialist at the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children in Arlington, Vir-ginia. She also received advanced certification for clay facial reconstruction after training with two of the nations foremost reconstruction artists.

Tough lady, Logan murmured.

And smart. She does forensic sculpting and age progression as well as computer and video super-imposition. Not many people in her profession are experts in all those areas. You saw the clip from 60 Minutes on how she rebuilt the face of that kid who was found in the Florida swamps.

He nodded. It was incredible. His gaze re-turned to the video. Eve Duncans tall, thin body was clothed in jeans and a raincoat and appeared terribly fragile. Her shoulder-length red-brown hair was soaking wet and framed a pale, oval face that held agony and desperation. The brown eyes behind her wire-rimmed glasses reflected the same desolation and pain. He looked away from the screen. Can we find anyone else as good?

Novak shook his head. You asked for the best. Shes the best. But you may have trouble getting her. Shes pretty busy and she prefers to work on lost-children cases. I dont suppose this has anything to do with a child?

Logan didnt answer. Money is usually pretty persuasive.

But it may not mean that much to her. She could be making a lot more money if she took a university appointment instead of working freelance. She lives in a rented house in Morningside, an area close to downtown Atlanta, and she has a lab in a renovated garage in the back.

Maybe a university hasnt made her an offer she couldnt refuse.

Maybe. Theyre not in your league. He raised his brows. I dont suppose youd like to tell me what you need her to do?

No. Novak had a reputation for integrity and was probably trustworthy, but there was no way Logan could risk confiding in him. Youre sure shes the only one?

Shes the best. I told you that she Whats bothering you?

Nothing. It wasnt the truth. The whole damn prospect of having to choose Eve Duncan bothered him. She was a victim already. She didnt need to be put at risk again.

Why was he hesitating? No matter who got hurt, he had to go through with it. The decision was al-ready made. Hell, the woman herself had made it for him when shed become tops in her field. He had to have the best.

Even if it killed her.

Ken Novak tossed his briefcase on the passenger seat of his convertible and started the car. He waited until he was past the long driveway and out the front gates before he picked up the car phone and placed the call to the private number at the Treasury Department.

While he waited to be put through to Timwick, his gaze wandered to the Pacific. Someday he was going to have a house like Logans out on the Seven-teen Mile Drive. His house in Carmel was sleek and modern but nothing like the mansions here. The people who owned them were the elite, the kings of business and finance, the movers and shakers. That fu-ture wasnt out of Novaks grasp. Logan had started out with a tiny company and built it into a giant. All it had taken was hard work and the ruthlessness to forge ahead no matter what the odds. Now he had it all. Novak had worked for Logan for the past three years, and he admired him tremendously. Sometimes he even liked him. Logan could turn on the charm when he

Novak? Timwick was on the line.

Ive just come from Logans house. I think hes settled on Eve Duncan.

Think? Dont you know?

I asked if he wanted me to contact her. He said hed do it himself. Unless he changes his mind, shes a lock-in.

But he wont tell you why he needs her?

No way.

Not even if its a personal matter?

Novaks interest was piqued. It has to be per-sonal, doesnt it?

We dont know. According to your reports, the things he wanted investigated are a mixed bag. Some of them may have been red herrings to throw you off.

Possibly. But you thought enough of them to pay me a princely sum to find out more.

And youll be paid even more generously if you give us something we can use against him. Hes raised too much money for the Republican Party in the last six months and the election is only five months away.

At least you have a Democratic president. Ben Chadbournes popularity numbers are up again this month. You think Logan wants to make sure the Republicans take Congress again? They may do it anyway.

And they may not. We could take it all next time. We need Logan stopped in his tracks.

Sic the IRS on him. Thats always a good way to discredit.

Hes clean.

Novak had suspected he would be. Logan was too smart to fall in that trap. Then I guess you have to rely on me, dont you?

Not necessarily. We do have other sources.

But none as close to him as I am.

I said youd be well paid.

Ive been thinking about the money. I think Id rather trade in favors. Ive been considering running for lieutenant governor.

You know were backing Danford.

But hes not being as helpful to you as I am.

There was a silence. Bring me the information I need and Ill consider it.

Ill work on it. Novak hung up the phone. Nudging Timwick had been easier than hed thought. He must really be worried about the upcoming presi-dential election. Democrat or Republican, all those political insiders were the same. Once they got a taste of power, they became addicted, and the smart man used that addiction to move himself up the ladder to a place on the Seventeen Mile Drive.

He followed a curve in the road, and Logans Spanish palace on the hill was once again in view. Logan wasnt an insider; he was that rare commodity, a true patriot. He was a Republican, but Novak had even heard him praise the Democratic president on that negotiation with Jordan three years earlier.

But patriots were often unpredictable and could be dangerous.

Timwick wanted him brought down and, if he worked it right, Novak could parlay that need to the governors mansion. He had little doubt that what-ever task Logan wanted Eve Duncan to do, it was personal. He had been too secretive and on edge. Se-crets regarding skeletal remains were usually a pretty fair sign of guilt. Murder? Maybe. He had led a pretty rough life during the early days when he was trying to build his empire. It appeared that some-time in Logans checkered past, he had stubbed his toe big-time. He hadnt lied about his admiration for Eve Duncan. Hed always liked tough, take-charge women.

He hoped he wouldnt have to bring her down with Logan. Hell, maybe by bringing Logan down, he might be doing the woman a favor. Logan was plan-ning on aiming that characteristic ruthless intensity on her, and she could be trampled.

He chuckled as he realized how hed rationalized betrayal into gallantry. Damn, he was a good lawyer.

But lawyers served the royalty that lived along this drive, they werent royalty themselves. He had to move up from the station of adviser to the throne.

It would be nice to be king.

TWO

"You look beautiful, Eve said. Where are you going tonight?

Im meeting Ron at Anthonys. He likes the food there. Sandra leaned forward and checked her mas-cara in the hall mirror, then straightened the shoul-ders of her dress. Damn these shoulder pads. They keep shifting around.

Take them out.

We all dont have broad shoulders like you. I need them.

Do you like the food there?

No, its a little too fancy for me. Id rather go to the Cheesecake Factory.

Then tell him.

Next time. Maybe I should like it. Maybe its a learning type thing. She grinned at Eve in the mirror. Youre big on learning new things.

I like Anthonys, but I still like to pig out at Mc-Donalds when Im in the mood. She handed Sandra her jacket. And Id fight anyone who tried to tell me I shouldnt do it.

Ron doesnt tell me She shrugged. I like him. He comes from a nice family in Charlotte. I dont know if hed understand about the way we lived before I just dont know.

I want to meet him.

Next time. Youd give him that cool once-over and Id feel like a high school kid bringing home my first date.

Eve chuckled and gave her a hug. Youre crazy. I just want to make sure hes good enough for you.

See? Sandra headed for the door. Definitely first-date syndrome. Im late. Ill see you later.

Eve went to the window and watched her mother back out of the driveway. She hadnt seen her mother this excited and happy in years.

Not since Bonnie was alive.

Well, there was no use staring wistfully out the window. She was glad her mother had a new ro-mance, but she wouldnt trade places with her. She wouldnt know what to do with a man in her life. She wasnt good at one-night stands, and anything else re-quired a commitment she couldnt afford.

She went out the back door and down the kitchen steps. The honeysuckle was in bloom and the heady scent surrounded her as she walked down the path to the lab. The aroma always seemed stronger at twilight and early morning. Bonnie used to love the honeysuckle and was always picking it off the fence, where the bees constantly buzzed. Eve had been at her wits end trying to stop her before she got stung.

She smiled at the recollection. It had taken her a long time to be able to separate the good memories from the bad. At first she had tried to save herself from pain by closing out all thoughts of Bonnie. Then she had come to understand that that would be forgetting Bonnie and all the joy she had brought into her and Sandras lives. Bonnie deserved more than

Ms. Duncan.

She stiffened, then whirled around.

Im sorry, I didnt mean to frighten you. Im John Logan. I wonder if I could speak to you?

John Logan. If he hadnt introduced himself she would have recognized him from the photo. How could she miss that California tan? she thought sar-donically. And in that gray Armani suit and Gucci loafers, he looked as out of place in her small back-yard as a peacock. You didnt frighten me. You star-tled me.

I rang the doorbell. He smiled as he walked toward her. There was not an ounce of fat on his body, and he exuded confidence and charm. She had never liked charming men; charm could hide too much. I guess you didnt hear me.

No. She had the sudden desire to shake his con-fidence. Do you always trespass, Mr. Logan?

The sarcasm didnt faze him. Only when I really want to see someone. Could we go somewhere and talk? His gaze went to the door of her lab. Thats where you work, isnt it? Id like to see it.

How did you know its where I work?

Not from your friends at the Atlanta P.D. I understand they were very protective of your pri-vacy. He strolled forward and stood beside the door. He smiled. Please?

He was obviously accustomed to instant acquies-cence, and annoyance surged through her again. No.

His smile faded a little. I may have a proposition for you.

I know. Why else would you be here? But Im too busy to take on any more work. You should have phoned first.

I wanted to see you in person. He glanced at the lab. We should go in there and talk.

Why?

It will tell me a few things about you that I need to know.

She stared at him in disbelief. Im not applying for a position with one of your companies, Mr. Logan. I dont have to go through a personnel check. I think its time you left.

Give me ten minutes.

No, I have work to do. Good-bye, Mr. Logan.

John.

Good-bye, Mr. Logan.

He shook his head. Im staying.

She stiffened. The hell you are.

He leaned against the wall. Go on, get to work. Ill stay out here until youre ready to see me.

Dont be ridiculous. Ill probably be working until after midnight.

Then Ill see you after midnight. His manner no longer held even a hint of his previous charm. He was icy cool, tough, and totally determined.

She opened the door. Go away.

After you talk to me. It would be much easier for you to just let me have my way.

I dont like things easy. She closed the door and flicked on the light. She didnt like things easy and she didnt like being coerced by men who thought they owned the world. Okay, she was overreacting. She didnt usually let anyone disturb her composure, and he hadnt done anything but invade her space.

What the hell, her space was very important to her. Let the bastard stay out there all night.

She threw open the door at eleven thirty-five.

Come in, she said curtly. I dont want you out there when my mother comes home. You might scare her. Ten minutes.

Thank you, he said quietly. I appreciate your consideration.

No sarcasm or irony in his tone, but that didnt mean it wasnt there. Its necessity. I was hoping youd give up before this.

I dont give up if I need something. But Im surprised you didnt call your friends at the police department and have them throw me out.

Youre a powerful man. You probably have con-tacts. I didnt want to put them on the spot.

I never blame the messenger. His gaze traveled around the lab. You have a lot of room here. It looks smaller from outside.

It used to be a carriage house before it was a garage. This part of town is pretty old.

Its not what I expected. He took in the rust and beige striped couch, the green plants on the windowsill, and then the framed photos of her mother and Bonnie on the bookshelf across the room. It lookshellip; warm.

I hate cold, sterile labs. Theres no reason why I cant have comfort as well as efficiency. She sat down at her desk. Talk.

Whats that? He moved toward the corner. Two video cameras?

Its necessary for superimposition.

What is Interesting. His attention had been drawn to Mandys skull. This looks like something from a voodoo movie with all those little spears stuck in it.

Im charting it to indicate the different thick-nesses of skin.

Do you have to do that before you

Talk.

He came back and sat down beside the desk. Id like to hire you to identify a skull for me.

She shook her head. Im good, but the only sure ways of identification are dental records and DNA.

Both of those require subjects to match. I cant go that route until Im almost certain.

Why not?

It would cause difficulties.

Is this a child?

Its a man.

And you have no idea who he is?

I have an idea.

But youre not going to tell me?

He shook his head.

Are there any photos of him?

Yes, but I wont show them to you. I want you to start fresh and not construct the face you think is there.

Where were the bones found?

Marylandhellip; I think.

You dont know?

Not yet. He smiled. They havent actually been located yet.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Then what are you doing here?

I need you on the spot. I want you with me. Ill have to move fast when the skeleton is located.

And Im supposed to disrupt my work and go to Maryland on the chance that youll locate this skeleton?

Yes, he said calmly.

Bull.

Five hundred thousand dollars for two weeks work.

What?

As youve pointed out, your time is valuable. I understand you rent this house. You could buy it and still have a lot left over. All you have to do is give me two weeks.

How do you know I rent this house?

There are other people who arent as loyal as your friends at the police department. He studied her face. You dont like having dossiers gathered on you.

Youre damn right I dont.

I dont blame you. I wouldnt either.

But you still did it.

He repeated the word she had used with him. Necessity. I had to know who I was dealing with.

Then youve wasted your efforts. Because youre not dealing with me.

The money doesnt appeal to you?

Do you think Im nuts? Of course it appeals to me. I grew up poor as dirt. But my life doesnt revolve around money. I pick and choose my jobs these days, and I dont want yours.

Why not?

It doesnt interest me.

Because it doesnt concern a child?

Partly.

There are other victims besides children.

But none as helpless. She paused. Is your man a victim?

Possibly.

Murder?

He was silent a moment. Probably.

And youre sitting there asking me to go with you to a murder site? Whats to stop me from calling the police and telling them that John Logan is in-volved in a murder?

He smiled faintly. Because Id deny it. Id tell them I was thinking of having you examine the bones of that Nazi war criminal who was found buried in Bolivia. He let a couple of moments pass. And then Id pull every string I have to make your friends at the Atlanta P.D. look foolish or even criminal.

You said you wouldnt blame the messenger.

But that was before I realized how much it would bother you. Evidently the loyalty goes two ways. One uses whatever weapon ones given.

Yes, he would do that, she realized. Even while theyd been talking hed been watching her, weighing her every question and answer.

But Ive no desire to do that, he said. Im trying to be as honest as I can with you. I could have lied.

Omission can also be a lie, and youre telling me practically nothing. She stared directly into his eyes. I dont trust you, Mr. Logan. Do you think this is the first time someone like you has come and asked me to verify a skeleton? Last year a Mr. Damaro paid me a call. He offered me a lot of money to come to Florida and sculpt a face on a skull he just happened to have in his possession. He said a friend had sent it to him from New Guinea. It was supposed to be an anthropo-logical find. I called the Atlanta P.D. and it turned out that Mr. Damaro was really Juan Camez, a drug runner from Miami. His brother had disappeared two years ago and it was suspected hed been killed by a rival organization. The skull was sent to Camez as a warning.

Touching. I suppose drug runners have family feelings too.

I dont think thats funny. Tell that to the kids they hook on heroin.

Im not arguing. But I assure you that Ive no connection with organized crime. He grimaced. Well, Ive used a bookie now and then.

Is that supposed to disarm me?

Disarming you would obviously take a total global agreement. He stood up. My ten minutes are up and I wouldnt want to impose. Ill let you think about the offer and call you later.

Ive already thought about it. The answer is no.

Weve only just opened negotiations. If you wont think about it, I will. There has to be something I can offer you that will make the job worth your while. He stood looking at her with narrowed eyes. Something about me is rubbing you the wrong way. What is it?

Nothing. Other than the fact that you have a dead body you dont want anyone to know about.

Anyone but you. I very much want you to know about it. He shook his head. No, theres something else. Tell me what it is so I can clear it up.

Good night, Mr. Logan.

Well, if you cant call me John, at least drop the Mr. You dont want anyone to think youre properly respectful.

Good night, Logan.

Good night, Eve. He stopped at the pedestal and looked at the skull. You know, hes beginning to grow on me.

Shes a girl.

His smile faded. Sorry. It wasnt funny. I guess we all have our own way of dealing with what we be-come after death.

Yes, we do. But sometimes we have to face it be-fore we should. Mandy wasnt over twelve years old.

Mandy? You know who she was?

She hadnt meant to let that slip. What the hell, it didnt matter. No, but I usually give them names. Arent you glad now that I turned you down? You wouldnt want an eccentric like me working on your skull.

Oh, yes, I appreciate eccentrics. Half the men in my think tanks in San Jose are a little off center. He moved toward the door. By the way, that computer youre using is three years old. We have a newer ver-sion thats twice as fast. Ill send you one.

No, thank you. This one works fine.

Never refuse a bribe if you dont have to sign on the dotted line for return favors. He opened the door. And never leave your doors unlocked, as you did tonight. Theres no telling who could have been waiting in here for you.

I lock the lab up at night, but it would be incon-venient to keep it locked all the time. Everything in here has been insured, and I know how to protect my-self.

He smiled. I bet you do. Ill call you.

I told you that Im

She was talking to air; hed already closed the door behind him.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she had the slightest doubt she would hear from him again. She had never met a man more determined to get his own way. Even when his approach had been velvet soft, the steel had shown through. Well, she had dealt with powerhouse types before. All she had to do was stick to her guns and John Logan would eventually get discouraged and leave her alone.

She stood up and went over to the pedestal. He cant be so smart, Mandy. He didnt even know you were a girl. Not that many people would have.

The desk phone rang.

Mom? She had been having trouble with the ig-nition on her car lately.

Not her mother.

I remembered something just as I reached the car, Logan said. I thought Id throw it into the pot for you to consider with the original deal.

Im not considering the original deal.

Five hundred thousand for you. Five hundred thousand to go to the Adam Fund for Missing and Runaway Children. I understand you contribute a portion of your fees to that fund. His voice lowered persuasively. Do you realize how many children could be brought home to their parents with that amount of money?

She knew better than he did. He couldnt have offered a more tempting lure. My God, Machiavelli could have taken lessons from him.

All those children. Arent they worth two weeks of your time?

They were worth a decade of her time. Not if it means doing something criminal.

Criminal acts are often in the eyes of the beholder.

Bullshit.

Suppose I promise you that I had nothing to do with any foul play connected with the skull.

Why should I believe any promise you make?

Check me out. I dont have a reputation for lying.

Reputation doesnt mean anything. People lie when it means enough to them. Ive worked hard to establish my career. I wont see it go down the drain.

There was silence. I cant promise you that you wont come out of this without a few scars, but Ill try to protect you as much as I can.

I can protect myself. All I have to do is tell you no.

But youre tempted, arent you?

Christ, she was tempted.

Seven hundred thousand to the fund.

No.

Ill call you tomorrow. He hung up the phone.

Damn him.

She replaced the receiver. The bastard knew how to push the right buttons. All that money channeled to find the other lost ones, the ones who might still be alivehellip;

Wouldnt it be worth a risk to see even some of them brought home? Her gaze went to the pedestal. Mandy might have been a runaway. Maybe if shed had a chance to come home she wouldnthellip;

I shouldnt do it, Mandy, she whispered. It could be pretty bad. People dont fork out over a mil-lion dollars for something like this if theyre even slightly on the up-and-up. I have to tell him no.

But Mandy couldnt answer. None of the dead could answer.

But the living could, and Logan had counted on her listening to the call.

Damn him.

Logan leaned back in the drivers seat, his gaze on Eve Duncans small clapboard house.

Was it enough?

Possibly. She had definitely been tempted. She had a passionate commitment to finding lost children and he had played on it as skillfully as he could.

What kind of man did that make him? he thought wearily.

A man who needed to get the job done. If she didnt succumb to his offer, hed go higher tomorrow.

She was tougher than hed thought shed be. Tough and smart and perceptive. But she had an Achilles heel.

And there was no doubt on earth that he would exploit it.

He just drove off, Fiske said into his digital phone. Should I follow him?

No, we know where hes staying. He saw Eve Duncan?

She was home all evening and he stayed over four hours.

Timwick cursed. Shes going to go for it.

I could stop her, Fiske said.

Not yet. She has friends in the police depart-ment. We dont want to make waves.

The mother?

Maybe. It would certainly cause a delay at least. Let me think about it. Stay there. Ill call you back.

Scared rabbit, Fiske thought contemptuously. He could hear the nervousness in Timwicks voice. Timwick was always thinking, hesitating instead of taking the clean, simple way. You had to decide what result you needed and then just take the step that would bring that result. If he had Timwicks power and resources, there would be no limit to what he could do. Not that he wanted Timwicks job. He liked what he did. Not many people found their niche in life as he had.

He rested his head on the back of the seat, staring at the house.

It was after midnight. The mother should be re-turning soon. Hed already unscrewed the porch light. If Timwick called him right away, he might not have to go into the house.

If the prick could make up his mind to do the smart, simple thing and let Fiske kill her.

THREE

"You know youre going to do it, Mama, Bonnie said. I dont understand why youre worrying so much.

Eve sat up in bed and looked at the window seat. When she came, Bonnie was always in the window seat with her jean-clad legs crossed I dont know any such thing.

You wont be able to help yourself. Trust me.

Since youre only my dream, you cant know more than what I know.

Bonnie sighed. Im not your dream. Im a ghost, Mama. What do I have to do to convince you? Being a ghost shouldnt be this hard

You can tell me where you are.

I dont know where he buried me. I wasnt there anymore.

Convenient.

Mandy doesnt know either. But she likes you.

If shes there with you, then whats her real name.

Names dont matter anymore to us, Mama.

They matter to me.

Bonnie smiled. Because you probably need to put a name to love. Its really not necessary.

Very profound for a seven-year-old

Well, for goodness sake, its been ten years. Stop trying to trap me. Who says a ghost doesnt grow up? I couldnt stay seven forever.

You look the same.

Because Im what you want to see. She leaned back against the alcove wall. Youre working too hard, Mama. Ive been worrying about you. Maybe this job with Logan will be good for you.

Im not taking the job.

Bonnie smiled

Im not, Eve repeated.

Whatever. Bonnie was staring out the window. You were thinking about me and the honeysuckle tonight I like it when you feel good about me.

Youve told me that before.

So Im repeating it You were hurting too much in the beginning. I couldnt get near you.hellip;

Youre not near me now. Youre only a dream.

Am I? Bonnie looked back at her, and a loving smile lit her face. Then you wont mind if your dream stays around a little longer? Sometimes I get so lone-some for you, Mama.

Bonnie. Love. Here.

Oh, God, here.

It didnt matter that it was a dream.

Yes, stay, she whispered huskily. Please stay, baby.

The sun was streaming through the window when Eve opened her eyes the next morning. She glanced at the clock and immediately sat up in bed. It was al-most eight-thirty and she always got up at seven. She was surprised her mother hadnt come in to check on her.

She swung her feet to the floor and headed down the hall to the shower, rested and optimistic as she usually was after dreaming of Bonnie. A psychiatrist would have a field day with those dreams, but she didnt give a damn. She had started dreaming of Bonnie three years after her death. The dreams came frequently, but there was no telling when shed have them or what triggered them. Maybe when she had a problem and needed to work through it? At any rate, the effect was always positive. When she awoke she felt composed and capable, as she did today, confident that she could take on the world.

And John Logan.

She dressed quickly in jeans and a loose white shirt, her uniform when she was working, and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

Mom, I overslept. Why didnt you

No one was in the kitchen. No smell of bacon, no frying pans on the stovehellip; The room appeared the same as it had been at midnight when shed come in.

And Sandra hadnt been home when shed gone to bed. She glanced out the window, and relief rushed through her. Her mothers car was parked in its usual spot in the driveway.

Shed probably gotten in late and had overslept too. It was Saturday and she didnt have to work.

Eve would have to be careful not to mention shed been worried, she thought ruefully. Sandra had no-ticed Eves tendency toward overprotection and had a perfect right to resent it.

She poured a glass of orange juice from the re-frigerator, reached for the portable phone on the wall, and dialed Joe at the precinct.

Diane says you havent called her, he said. You should be phoning her, not me.

This afternoon, I promise. She sat down at the kitchen table. Tell me about John Logan.

There was silence at the other end of the line. Hes contacted you?

Last night.

A job?

Yes.

What kind of job?

I dont know. Hes not telling me much.

You must be thinking about it if youre calling me. What did he use as bait?

The Adam Fund.

Christ, has he got your number.

Hes smart. I want to know how smart. She took a sip of orange juice. And how honest.

Well, hes not in the same category as your Miami drug runner.

Thats not very comforting. Has he ever done anything criminal?

Not as far as I know. Not in this country.

Isnt he a U.S. citizen?

Yes, but when he was first establishing his com-pany he spent a number of years in Singapore and Tokyo trying to improve his products and studying marketing strategies.

It seems to have worked. Were you joking when you said he probably left a few bodies by the wayside?

Yes. We dont know much about those years he spent abroad. The people who came in contact with him are tough as hell and they respect him. Does that tell you anything?

That I should be careful.

Right. He has the reputation of being a straight shooter and he inspires loyalty in his employees. But you have to consider that all of that is on the surface.

Can you find out anything more for me?

Like what?

Anything. Whats he been doing lately thats un-usual? Will you dig a little deeper for me?

Youve got it. Ill start right away. He paused. But its not going to come cheap. You call Diane this afternoon and you come down to the lake house with us next weekend.

I dont have time to She sighed. Ill be there.

And without any bones rattling around in your suitcase.

Okay.

And you have to have a good time.

I always have a good time with you and Diane. But I dont know why you put up with me.

Its called friendship. Sound familiar?

Yeah, thanks, Joe.

For digging out the dirt on Logan?

No. For having been the only one holding back the madness that had clawed at her during all those nights of horror, and for all the years of work and companionship that had followed. She cleared her throat. Thanks for being my friend.

Well, as your friend, Id advise you to go very carefully with Mr. Logan.

Its a lot of money for the kids, Joe.

And he knew how to manipulate you.

He didnt manipulate me. I havent made any decision yet. She finished her orange juice. Ive got to get to work. Youll let me know?

That I will.

She hung up the phone and rinsed out her glass.

Coffee?

No, shed make a pot at the lab. On weekends Mom usually came down in the middle of the morning and had coffee with her. It was a nice break for both of them.

She took the lab key from the blue bowl on the counter, ran down the porch steps, and started for the lab.

Stop thinking about Logan. She had work to do. She had Mandys head to finish and she had to go over that packet the LAPD had sent her last week.

Logan would call her today or come to the house. She hadnt the slightest doubt. Well, he could talk all he pleased. He wouldnt get an answer from her. She had to find out more about

The lab door was ajar.

She froze on the path.

She knew she had locked it the previous night as she always did. The key had been in the blue bowl, where she always threw it.

Mom?

No, the door jamb was splintered as if the lock had been jimmied. It had to have been a thief.

She slowly pushed open the door.

Blood.

Sweet Jesus, blood everywherehellip;

Blood on the walls.

On the shelves.

On the desk.

Bookcases had been hurled to the floor and ap-peared to have been chopped to pieces. The couch was overturned, the glass on all the picture frames had been shattered.

And the bloodhellip;

Her heart leapt to her throat.

Mom? Had she come to the lab and surprised the thief?

She strode forward, panic making her heart race.

My God, its Tom-Tom.

Eve whirled to see her mother standing in the doorway. Relief turned her knees weak.

Her mother was staring at a corner of the room. Who would do that to a poor little cat?

Eves gaze followed hers and her stomach lurched. The Persian was covered with blood and barely recog-nizable. Tom-Tom belonged to their neighbor but spent a lot of time in their yard chasing the birds at-tracted by the honeysuckle.

Mrs. Dobbins is going to be heartbroken. Her mother stepped into the room. That old cat was the only thing she was close to in the world. Why would Her gaze had moved to the floor by the side of the desk. Oh, Eve, Im sorry. All your workhellip;

Her computer had been smashed, and beside it lay Mandys skull, shattered and destroyed with the same cruelty and efficiency that had been used on everything else in the room.

She fell to her knees beside the pieces of the skull. It would take a miracle to put it together again.

Mandyhellip; lost. Maybe forever.

Was anything taken? Sandra asked.

Not that I can tell. She closed her eyes. Mandyhellip; They just destroyed everything.

Vandals? But weve got such nice kids in the neighborhood. They wouldnt

No. She opened her eyes. Will you go call Joe, Mom? Ask him to come right away. She looked at the cat, and tears rose to her eyes. He was almost nineteen and deserved to have a kinder death. And get a little box and a sheet. While were waiting, well take Tom-Tom to Mrs. Dobbins and help her bury him. Well tell her he was run over by a car. Its kinder than telling her that some mindless savage did this.

Right. Sandra hurried outside.

Mindless savage.

The destruction was savage, but it was neither mindless nor random. Instead, it was thorough and systematic. Whoever had done this had wanted to shock and hurt her.

She gently stroked a piece of Mandys skull. Vio-lence had touched the girl even in death. It shouldnt have happened to her any more than brutality should have ended the life of that poor little cat. Both were wrong. So wrong.

She carefully gathered up the skull pieces, but there was no place to put them. The pedestal across the room was smashed like everything else. She laid the pieces on the blood-smeared desk.

But why was the skull on this side of the room? she wondered suddenly. The vandal had deliberately carried it over before smashing it. Why?

Then the thought flew out of her mind as she saw the blood dripping from the top drawer of the desk.

Oh, God, more?

She didnt want to open the drawer. She wouldnt open it.

She did.

She screamed and jumped back.

A river of blood inside and, in the middle of the sticky pool, a dead rat.

She slammed the drawer shut.

Ive got the box and sheet. Her mother had reappeared. Do you want me to do it?

Eve shook her head. Sandra looked as squeamish as Eve felt. Ill do it. Is Joe coming?

Right away.

Eve took the sheet, braced herself, and then moved toward the cat.

Its all right, Tom-Tom. Were taking you home.

Joe met her on the doorstep of the lab two hours later. He took one look and handed her his handkerchief. Theres a smudge on your cheek.

We just buried Tom-Tom. She wiped her tear-stained cheeks. Moms still with Mrs. Dobbins. She loved that cat. It was her child.

Id want to kill someone if they did anything to my retriever. He shook his head. We dusted but didnt come up with any prints. He probably wore gloves. We did find partial footprints in the blood. Big, probably belongs to a man, and only one set, so Id bet it was a single perpetrator. Is there anything missing?

Not that I can tell. Justhellip; destroyed.

I dont like it. Joe glanced back over his shoulder at the wreckage. Someone took a long time to do that thorough a job. It was pretty vicious and it doesnt look random to me.

I didnt think so either. Someone wanted to hurt me.

Any kids in the neighborhood?

None Id suspect. This was too cold.

Have you called the insurance company?

Not yet.

Better do it.

She nodded. Only the day before shed told Logan she wasnt worried about leaving the lab unlocked. She hadnt imagined anything like this could happen. I feel sick, Joe.

I know. He took her hand and squeezed it com-fortingly. Ill have a black and white keep an eye on the house. Or how about you and your mom coming to my place for a few days?

She shook her head.

Okay. He hesitated. I should get back to the precinct. I want to check records, see if theres been any similar crimes in the area lately. You going to be all right?

Ill be fine. Thanks for coming, Joe.

I wish I could do more. Well question your neighbors and see if we come up with anything.

She nodded. Except for Mrs. Dobbins. Dont send anyone to her house.

Right. If you need me, just call.

She watched him walk away and then turned back to the lab. She didnt want to go inside. She didnt want to see that violence and ugliness again.

She had to do it. She had to make sure nothing was missing and then call the insurance company. She braced herself and then walked in. Again, the blood struck her like a blow. God, she had been so frightened when she had thought that blood might be her mothers.

Dead cats and butchered rats and blood. So much blood.

No.

She ran out the door and sank down on the doorstep. Cold. She was so cold. She clasped her arms around her body in a futile attempt to banish the chill.

Theres a police car parked outside. Are you all right?

She looked up to see Logan standing a few feet away. She couldnt deal with him now. Go away.

Whats wrong?

Go away.

He looked behind her at the doorway. Some-thing happened?

Yes.

Ill be right back. He went past her into the lab. He was back beside her in a few minutes. Very nasty.

They killed my neighbors cat. They smashed Mandy.

I saw the shattered bones on the desk. He paused. Was that where you found them?

She shook her head. On the floor beside it.

But you and your mother werent hurt?

Lord, she wished she could stop shivering. Go away, I dont want to talk to you.

Wheres your mother?

At Mrs. Dobbinss. Her cat Go away.

Not until someones here to take care of you. He pulled her to her feet. Come on, were going to the house.

I dont need anyone to take care He was half tugging her down the path. Let me go. Dont touch me.

As soon as I get you to the house and get some-thing hot inside you.

She pulled her arm away from him. I dont have time to sit around having coffee. I have to call the in-surance company.

Ill do it. He nudged her gently up the steps and into the kitchen. Ill handle everything.

I dont want you to handle everything. I want you to go away.

Then be quiet and let me get you something to drink. He pushed her down into a chair at the table. Its the quickest way to get rid of me.

I dont want to sit She gave up. She was in no shape to do battle just then. Hurry up.

Yes, maam. He turned toward the cabinet. Wheres the coffee?

In the blue canister on the counter.

He ran water into the carafe. When did it happen?

Last night. Sometime after midnight.

You locked the lab?

Of course I did.

Easy. He measured coffee into the coffeemaker. You didnt hear anything?

No.

Im surprised, with all that damage.

Joe said he knew exactly what he was doing.

He turned on the coffeepot. Any idea who did it?

She shook her head. No fingerprints. Gloves maybe.

He took a cardigan from a hook on the laundry room door. Gloves. Then it wasnt done by amateurs.

I told you that.

He draped the sweater over her shoulders. So you did.

And this is my mothers sweater.

You need it. I dont think shed mind.

She did need it. She couldnt stop shivering.

He picked up the phone.

What are you doing?

Im calling my personal assistant, Margaret Wilson. Whats the name of your insurance company?

Security America, but you dont

Hello, Margaret. John, he said into the phone. I need you to Yes, I know its a Saturday. He listened patiently. Yes, Margaret. Its a terrible imposi-tion. Im duly grateful for your forbearance. Now, will you shut up and let me tell you what I need?

Eve stared at him in surprise. Whatever she had expected, it was not Logan browbeaten by one of his employees.

He grimaced at Eve, still listening. Now? he repeated into the phone.

Evidently this time the answer was an affirma-tive, because he said, Make a report to Security America for Eve Duncan. He spelled the last name. Break-in, vandalism, and possible theft. If you need details or verification, call Joe Quinn, Atlanta P.D. I want a claims investigator out here right away, and arrange for a cleaning crew. I want that lab spick-and-span by midnight. He sighed. No, I dont want you to fly out here and do it yourself, Margaret. Sarcasm isnt necessary. Just take care of it. I dont want Eve Duncan bothered with anything more than signing her name to a claim report. I also want a security force out here protecting the property and Eve and Sandra Duncan. Call me if you run into any trouble. No, Im not doubting your efficiency, I just He lis-tened a moment more and then said gently but firmly, Good-bye, Margaret. He hung up, then reached into the cabinet for a cup. Margaret will take care of it.

She doesnt want to.

She just wants to make sure I never take her for granted. If Id done it myself, she would have accused me of not trusting her to take care of it. He poured hot coffee into the cup. Cream or sugar?

Black. Has she been with you a long time?

Nine years. He set the coffee down in front of her. We need to go back out there and collect any-thing that you dont want the insurance investigator going through.

I dont think I need to hurry. She took a sip of coffee. Ive never seen an insurance company work that fast.

Trust Margaret. Someone will be here soon. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down op-posite her. Shell regard it as a challenge.

I dont know Margaret, so I cant trust her. Just as I cant trust you. She met his gaze. And I dont need any private security force out here. Joes going to have a police car keep an eye on us.

Good. But a few extra precautions never hurt anybody. They wont get in your way. He studied her as he took a swallow of his coffee. Your color is better. I thought you were going to flip out.

She did feel better. The shaking had eased a little. Dont be stupid. I wasnt going to faint. I deal with horror stories every day. I was just upset.

You had a right to be, and this particular horror story hit very close to home. That makes a difference.

Yes, her private life had been serene and free from violence since that night at the prison. She hadnt been ready to have this ugliness erupt. Its more than that. It makes me feel like a victim. I swore Id never beI hate it.

I can see that you do.

She finished her coffee and stood up. If you really think someone from the insurance company will be coming out right away, Id better go back and finish checking out the lab.

Take a little more time. Like you said, theres no hurry.

I want to get it over with. She moved toward the door. My mother will be coming home soon and I dont want her to feel that she has to do it with me.

Youre very protective of your mother. He fol-lowed her down the steps. Youre close?

Yes. We didnt used to be, but now were good friends.

Friends?

Well, shes only sixteen years older than I am. We sort of grew up together. She glanced over her shoulder. You dont have to go with me, you know.

I know. He opened the lab door for her. But Margaret would be very upset with me if I made her work and didnt do a thing myself.

FOUR

"Lots of blood, Logan said matter-of-factly. But the cleaning crew will take care of it. He nodded at the pile of articles on the floor by the smashed bookcase. Why dont you check for anything there that can be salvaged? I see a couple of photographs.

She nodded and knelt by the bookcase. Being here was easier with Logan, she realized in surprise. His matter-of-factness lightened the darkness. There was blood; it must be cleaned. There was destruction; probe to see what could be saved.

And the pictures of Bonnie and her mother could be saved, she saw with relief. Only one corner was ripped on each. Its okay.

Good. Then whoever did this isnt as clever as I thought. He didnt realize how tearing up the picture might hurt you. He was at the desk. Ill check the drawers and see if theres

Wait! Theres a It was too late. Logan had already opened the drawer containing the dead rat.

The rat was gone. The police must have taken it, but the drawer was still brimming with blood.

He grimaced. Im glad I opened this before the cleaning crew did. We might have had some trouble keeping them here. He pulled out the drawer and carried it over to the door. Ill get rid of it for you.

He hadnt even displayed a flicker of surprise. You seem to be taking all this in stride.

Remind me to tell you what happened to my of-fice after my first major takeover. At least no one defecated in here. Keep on looking. Ill be right back.

There wasnt much else to look through. The books were ripped, the hourglass her mother had bought for her at Six Flags was broken, the base of the pedestal was chopped into two pieces and

The pedestal. Mandy.

Why had Mandy been carried to the other side of the room before being shattered? The strangeness of it had occurred to her before, but she had been too dazed to have it sink home. Everything else about the destruction seemed coldly calculated. What had been the purpose of the skullhellip;

She got to her feet and moved quickly to the other side of the desk. The only object that had been smashed in that particular spot was the computer. And the skull had been brought from the pedestal to be destroyed with it.

She stared down at the computer and suddenly made the connection. My God.

I thought youd get the message once you thought about it. Logan was standing in the doorway, watching her.

You knew it.

He nodded. Once you told me where the skull had been found. He tried to make it clear, didnt he? The Logan computer. The skull. A warning.

Who?

I dont know. Evidently someone doesnt want me to use your services.

Her gaze traveled around the room. And thats what this is all about?

Yes.

She looked back at him. And you werent going to tell me?

Not if you didnt figure it out yourself, he said bluntly. I was afraid it would tip the scales against me. This was meant to frighten you, and it did.

Yes, she had been frightened. She had been scared and sick and saddened. Besides the destruction of property, Tom-Toms life had been taken and Mandys identity had been forever stolen.

And all of it had been done to manipulate her away from a certain path. Fury burned through her as she remembered Mrs. Dobbinss face that morning.

Damn him. Her voice was shaking with anger. Damn him to hell.

Ill vote for that. Logans gaze was narrowed on her face. I hope theres some significance to the fact that youre damning him and not me.

Vicious bastard. She strode out of the lab. She couldnt ever remember being so enraged except the day Fraser had been caught. She wanted to kill someone. He didnt care. People should care. How could he She knew how he could do it. He was probably a crazy freak like Fraser. Cruel and cold and without mercy. I want him to pay for it.

Then Ill find out who it is for you, Logan said.

She whirled on him. How can you do that? Did you lie when you said you didnt know who he is?

I dont know him but I know who probably hired him.

Who?

He shook his head. I cant tell you, but Ill find out who did this. He paused. If youll come with me.

Tell me who hired him.

Youll find out yourself if you come and do the job. Why not? It will take time to set up a new lab. Youll just be spinning your wheels now. Ill up the money for the Adam Fund another two hundred thousand and throw in the son of a bitch who did this to you.

A sudden thought occurred to her. Maybe you had this done to push me into going with you.

It would have been too chancy. You could just as well have jumped the other way. Besides, I dont kill helpless animals.

But youre willing to take advantage of whats happened.

You bet I am. Is it a deal?

She looked around the bloodstained room, and once again rage rushed through her. Ill think about it.

What if I raise the

Stop pushing me. I said Id think about it. She picked up a box from the floor that had once con-tained printer paper and began to put Mandys skull fragments inside. Her hands were still shaking with anger, she noticed. She had to be calm. Go away. Ill call you when Ive made up my mind.

I need to move fast on

Ill call you.

She could feel his gaze on her and expected him to continue to try to persuade her.

Im at the Ritz-Carlton Buckhead. He paused. I shouldnt tell you this. It compromises my bar-gaining position. But Im a desperate man, Eve. I have to have your help. There isnt anything I wouldnt do to get it. Call me and give me your price. Ill pay it.

When she looked up, he was gone.

What would make a man like Logan that des-perate? If there was any desperation in him before, hed kept it well hidden. Maybe the confession of vulnerability had been a ploy.

Well, she would consider that later. She needed to get back to the house so her mother wouldnt come looking for her here. She picked up the pictures and Mandys box and started for the door. She could try to put the skull back together. Even if she couldnt get a completely accurate structure, it might be enough for computer imaging

Another wave of helpless fury washed over her as she realized that couldnt happen. Joe had told her they had no idea who Mandy could be, so how would they find a photograph? Her only hope had been of building the face and using that face to lead to someone, anyone, who could identify her. That hope had been crushed by the bastard who had deliber-ately smashed the skull to warn her off.

Eve? It was her mother walking toward her down the path. That was the insurance company on the phone. Theyre sending a claims adjuster out right away.

Are they? Evidently Logans Margaret had pre-vailed. Hows Mrs. Dobbins?

Better. Do you think we should get her a little kitten?

Not for a few months. Let her get over the first hurt.

Sandras gaze went to the lab. Im sorry, Eve. All your files and equipment.

Theyll be replaced.

This is such a nice, quiet neighborhood. Things like this never happen here. It kind of makes you scared. She frowned. Do you suppose we should get some kind of security system?

Well talk about it. She opened the kitchen door. Theres coffee, would you like some?

No, I had a cup with Mrs. Dobbins. She paused. I called Ron. He suggested we go out for lunch to get my mind off it. I told him no, of course.

But it was obvious she wanted to go, Eve thought. Why shouldnt she? Shed had a hell of a morning and she wanted comfort. Theres no reason for you not to go. You cant do anything here.

Youre sure?

Im sure. Go call him back.

She still hesitated. He asked you to go along too. You said you wanted to meet him.

Not now. You said the insurance people were coming.

Ill come right back.

Eve set Mandys box down on the kitchen counter. Stay out as long as you like.

Sandra shook her head and said firmly, Two hours. No longer.

She waited until the door shut behind her mother before letting her fixed smile fade. It was stupid and selfish to feel this abandoned. Sandra had done every-thing she could to help. She just didnt realize how alone Eve was feeling.

Stop whining. You are alone. Youve learned to deal with it. Even Sandra was sometimes more of a responsibility than a companion, but that was okay. She wasnt going to start feeling sorry for herself just because some slimeball had tried to scare her.

Fraser.

Why did he keep invading her mind?

Because she felt as helpless and terrified as in those days after he had invaded her life. He had killed her daughter and she had been forced to plead with the authorities not to execute him. She had even gone to see him at the prison and begged him to tell her about Bonnie.

He had smiled that charming smile that had lured twelve children to their death, shook his head, and told her no. The bastard had even refused appeal so the books would be closed and the children would never be found. She had wanted to tear him apart, but she had been trapped, caught by the words he wouldnt say.

But she wasnt helpless now, or powerless. She didnt have to be a victim. She could take action. The knowledge sent a rush of fierce satisfaction through her. Logan could find who destroyed the lab for her.

If she paid his price.

Was she willing to pay it? She hadnt been sure before. She had been going to think rationally and unemotionally about the proposition before she gave him her answer.

Logan was probably banking on the fact that she didnt feel rational or unemotional now. He would take advantage of every weakness she showed him.

Then dont show him weakness. Take what you need and avoid the traps. She could do it. She was as smart as Logan and, as she had told him, she knew how to protect herself.

She was not a victim.

Ill do it, Eve said when Logan picked up the re-ceiver. But on my terms. Half my fee up front and the entire amount going to the Adam Fund deposited in their account before I leave this house.

Done. Ill do it by electronic transfer today.

I want proof that its been done. Ill call the fund headquarters in four hours and make sure theyve re-ceived it.

Fair enough.

And I want my mother and my home protected while Im gone.

Ive told you that youd have security.

You also promised me youd find out who de-stroyed my lab.

Ive already got someone on it.

And if I find out that what Im doing will make me an accomplice to any crime, Im bailing out.

Okay.

Youre being very agreeable.

I told you to name your price. She was going to do it. Hell, he would have promised her the world. Pack a suitcase. Ill be around to pick you up later this evening.

If I receive the confirmation from the Adam Fund.

Exception noted.

And I have to tell my mother where were going.

Tell her youll be moving around and youll call her every other evening.

Will I be moving around?

Probably. I should be there by ten tonight.

He hung up the phone. Yes. He had her. After hed met Eve and gauged her toughness, hed been afraid it would take much longer. He might still be arguing with her if the break-in hadnt made her so angry. Maybe he should thank that bastard Timwick. Authorizing that stupidity had been exactly the wrong thing for him to do. There had been enough violence to anger Eve, but not enough to completely scare her off.

And the incident had warned Logan that Timwick was suspicious and possibly had inside knowledge of his actions. Interesting.

Timwick was smart and didnt often make mis-takes. When he learned that Eve had not been scared off, he would correct the error and up the ante.

And next time he would make sure it wasnt a cat that died.

A block from Eves house Fiske smiled as he pulled the electronic listening piece out of his ear and laid it on the seat beside him. Hed always loved gadgets, and particularly admired this powerful X436 ampli-fier. The concept of hearing through walls was so in-triguing. Actually, in this case, it was through panes of glass, but the feeling of power and control was the same.

That Eve Duncan wanted his head as part of her price for going with Logan was flattering. It showed how well hed done his job. The dead cat had been a masterstroke. Death of pets always hit the nerve. Hed learned that when hed killed the dog that had belonged to his fifth-grade teacher. The bitch had come to school with swollen eyes for a week.

Hed done his job; it wasnt his fault that Timwicks orders had backfired. Fiske had told him he needed a deeper strike, but Timwick had said it was premature, that it might not be needed.

Chicken bastard.

Your front porch light is out, Logan said when Eve opened the door. Do you have a bulb? Ill change it.

I think theres one in the kitchen cabinet. She turned and started down the hall. Funny, I changed it just last week.

The porch light was on when she returned a few minutes later with the new bulb. You got it on.

It was just a little loose. Is your mother here?

Shes in the kitchen. She wrinkled her nose. She took my going away very well. Shes already planning on repainting the lab.

Could I meet her?

Of course. Ill go get

Mr. Logan? Sandra was coming toward them. Im Sandra Duncan. Im so glad youre taking Eve away during this stressful period. She needs a little vacation.

Im afraid it wont be a vacation, but it will defi-nitely be a change. Ill try not to work her too hard. Logan smiled. Shes lucky to have someone like you taking care of her.

Logan had turned on the charm and her mother was melting, Eve noticed.

We take care of each other, Sandra said.

Eve tells me youre going to paint her lab. That break-in was a terrible thing.

Sandra nodded. But the cleaning crew has scrubbed it almost spotless. When she gets back, shell never know anything bad happened there.

Well, I feel guilty taking her away before theyve caught whoever did it. Eve told you that Id arranged for security?

Yes, but Joe will take

Ill feel better adding my bit. If you dont mind, Ill have someone call and check in every night.

I dont mind, but its not necessary. She gave Eve a hug. Dont work too hard. Get some rest.

Youll be okay?

Ill be fine. Im glad to get rid of you. Now maybe Ill be able to invite Ron here for dinner without worrying about you giving him the third degree.

I wouldnt have She grinned. Well, maybe I would have asked him a few questions.

See?

Eve picked up her briefcase. Take care of your-self. Ill call as often as I can.

A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Duncan. Logan shook her hand, then picked up Eves suitcase. Ill take good care of her and bring her back as soon as I can.

That charisma again, flowing out and enveloping Sandra.

Im sure you will. Good-bye, Mr. Logan.

He smiled. John.

She smiled back. John.

She stood at the front door, watching them as they went down the stairs and the front walk. She gave a final wave and closed the door.

What was the purpose of that display? Eve asked.

He opened the car door for her. Display?

You sent so much honey flowing toward Mom that she couldnt move.

I was merely being polite.

You were being charming.

Ive found it greases a few wheels. You object?

Its all lies. I hate it.

Why do He paused. Fraser. I was told he was a Ted Bundy type. Dammit, Im no Fraser, Eve.

She knew he wasnt. No one was like Fraser ex-cept Lucifer himself. I cant help It just reminds me of It annoys me.

Since well be working together, thats the last thing we need. I promise Ill be as blunt and rude as I know how.

Good.

Not so good. Ive been known to be pretty ugly on occasion. He started the car. Ask Margaret.

From the way you describe her, I doubt if shed put up with it.

True. She can be much nastier than me. But I do try.

Where are we going?

Where did you tell your mother we were going?

I didnt tell her. I said youre based on the West Coast and she assumed thats where were headed. She and Joe Quinn have my digital number in case of an emergency. She repeated, Where are we going?

Now? The airport. Were taking my plane to my place in Virginia.

Ill need equipment. Most of my stuff was de-stroyed. He missed only a few instruments.

No problem. Ive already equipped a lab for you.

What?

I knew youd need a place to work.

What if Id turned you down?

I would have looked for second best. He smiled and added in a melodramatic growl, Or kidnapped you and locked you up in the lab until you did my bidding.

He was joking. Or was he? she wondered suddenly.

Im sorry. Too light? Just testing your sense of humor. By the way, you failed miserably. Is that rude enough for you?

Yes, I have a sense of humor.

I havent seen it. He drove down the exit ramp onto the freeway. But dont worry, its not required for the job.

I wasnt worried. I dont care what you think of me. I just want to get this job done. And Im tired of going at this blind. When are we

Well talk about it when we get to Virginia.

I want to talk about it now.

Later. He glanced at the rearview mirror. This is a rental car and not secured.

At first she didnt realize what he meant. You mean its bugged?

I dont know. I just dont want to take a chance.

She was silent a moment. Are your cars usuallyhellip; secured?

Yes, since I sometimes do business as I move from place to place. Leaks can be costly.

I imagine they can be. Particularly when you play around with something like a buried skeleton.

Im not playing. He glanced at the rearview mirror again. Believe me, Eve.

It was the second time in seconds he had checked the mirror, and the traffic wasnt that heavy. She glanced over her shoulder. Are we being followed?

Maybe. Not as far as I can tell.

Would you tell me if we were?

It depends on if I thought it would scare you off. He glanced at her. Would it?

No. I gave you my terms and Im committed. The only thing that would make me back away now would be if I thought you were lying to me. I wont stand for that, Logan.

Point taken.

I mean what I say. You hobnob with all those politicians who talk out of both sides of their mouths. Im not like that.

My, how sanctimonious you sound.

Think what you like. Im being up-front with you. I just dont want you to make any mistakes about me.

Point taken. I assure you, no one could mistake you for either a politician or a diplomat, he said dryly

I take that as a compliment.

And I take it you dont like politicians.

Does anyone? These days we all seem to have to choose the lesser evil.

There are some people out there who want to do a good job.

Are you trying to convert me? Forget it. I dont like Republicans any more than I do Democrats.

Who did you vote for in the last election?

Chadbourne. But not because he was a Demo-crat. He convinced me hed be a decent president.

And you think he has?

She shrugged. He got the aid to dependent children bill passed even though Congress had him gridlocked.

A gridlocks like a logjam. Sometimes you have to toss in something explosive to break it up.

Those fund-raisers youve been giving arent ex-actly explosive.

It depends on your viewpoint. I do what I can. Ive always believed a person has to take a stand. If you want to change things, you have to work with the system.

I dont have to work with it. I dont have to have anything to do with it except on election day.

No, you bury yourself in your lab with your bones.

Why not? She gave him a sly glance. Theyre better company than most politicians.

To her surprise, he didnt take the bait. My God, maybe you do have a sense of humor. He chuckled. Suppose we agree to disagree. My dad always told me never to argue religion or politics with a woman.

How sexist of him.

He was a great guy, but he lived in a different world. He wouldnt have known how to deal with women like you or Margaret.

Is he still alive?

No, he died when I was in college.

Am I going to meet Margaret?

He nodded. I called her this afternoon and told her to be at the house.

Wasnt that a little inconsiderate? She had to fly in from California, didnt she?

I needed her.

The bald statement said it all, she thought. He might pretend to be browbeaten by this Margaret, but he expected her to jump when he called.

I asked her nicely. Nary a whip in sight.

Sometimes they dont have to be in view to get the effect.

Well, I promise I wont use coercion on you, visible or otherwise.

She met his gaze with a cool one of her own. No, you wont. Dont even try, Logan.

Theyre boarding now, Fiske said. What do you want me to do? Find out his flight plan and follow him?

No, his secretary told her father she was going to the Virginia house. Hes got that place loaded with more security than Fort Knox. Weve got a surveil-lance team outside the gates, but we wont be able to touch him once hes inside.

Then I should move before he gets there.

I told you, hes too visible. We dont want to do anything to him unless its absolutely necessary.

Then Ill go back to the house. The mother is still

No, shes not going anywhere. You can pick up that string later if we decide we need a distraction. We have something more urgent for you to do. Come back here.

FIVE

The jet landed at a small private field near Arlington, Virginia. Their luggage was immediately transferred into a stretch limousine parked by the hangar.

All the ease that money could buy, Eve thought wryly. No doubt the chauffeur would display the ob-sequious formality of a Wodehouse character.

The red-haired driver got out. Hi, John. Good trip? He was freckled, good-looking, not over thirty, and dressed in jeans and a checked shirt that reflected the blue of his eyes.

Good enough. Gil Price, Eve Duncan.

Gil shook her hand. The bone lady. I saw your picture on 60 Minutes. Youre prettier in person. They should have concentrated on you instead of on that skull.

Thank you, but I had no desire to appear on national television. Ive had enough of cameras in my life.

John doesnt like cameras either. I had to break one last year in Paris. He grimaced. And then John had to settle out of court with the bastard who claimed Id broken his head instead of his camera. I hate paparazzi.

Well, the paparazzi dont usually trail me around, so you wont have that problem.

I will if you hang around with John. He opened the back door. Hop in and Ill get you to Bar-rett House PDQ.

Barrett House? It sounds very Dickens.

Nope, it used to be an inn during the Civil War. John bought it last year and had it completely remodeled.

Has Margaret arrived? Logan asked as he fol-lowed Eve into the car.

Two hours ago and crabby as hell. Im charging you hazard pay for that pickup. Gil jumped into the drivers seat. I cant understand it. How can she not love me? Everyone loves me.

It must be a flaw in her character, Logan said. It certainly couldnt be because theres anything wrong with you.

My thought exactly. Gil started the car and flicked on the CD player. The limo was immediately filled with the doleful strains of Feed Jake.

The window, Gil, Logan said.

Oh, right. He grinned over his shoulder at Eve. John used to have a Jeep, but he cant stand country music so he got this hearse so he could have a privacy window.

I like country, Logan said. I just cant stand those songs of woe you hug to your bosom. Blood-stained wedding gowns, dogs at grave siteshellip;

Thats because youre full of mush and you dont like to show it. Do you think I havent seen your eyes water? Now, take Feed Jake. Its a

You take it. The window.

Okay. The window glided up soundlessly and the music faded out.

I hope you dont mind, Logan said.

No, I have trouble with sad songs. But I cant imagine you crying in your beer over one.

He shrugged. Im human. Those country-song writers know exactly how to hit you.

Her gaze shifted to the back of Gils head. Hes nice. Not exactly what I expected in one of your employees.

Gils not what anyone expects, but hes a good driver.

And bodyguard?

That too. He used to be in the Air Force Military Police, but he doesnt respond well to discipline.

Do you?

No, but I usually try to work my way around it instead of punching people out. He gestured out the side window. Well be on my land in a few minutes. Its pretty country with lots of woods and meadows.

I suppose so. It was too dark to see more than shadowy trees. She was still absorbed with the com-parison Logan had made between himself and Price. And what do you do when you cant work around anyone who tries to discipline you?

Why, punch them out. He smiled. Thats why Gil and I get along. Were soul mates. They turned a curve in the road, and a twelve-foot-tall elaborate wrought iron fence loomed before them.

She watched Gil press a control on the dashboard, and the gates swung slowly open.

Is the fence electrified too? she asked.

He nodded. And I have a security man moni-toring the grounds by video camera from the carriage house.

She felt a sudden chill. Very high-tech. I want my own remote to open those gates.

He looked at her.

Gates that keep people out can also keep them in. I dont like the idea of being in a cage.

Im not trying to keep you prisoner, Eve.

No, not if you can get what you want any other way. But what if you cant?

I cant force you to work.

Couldnt you? Youre a very clever man, Logan. I want my own remote to open those gates.

Tomorrow. It will have to be programmed. He smiled sardonically. I think its safe to assume I wont try to bulldoze you in the next twenty-four hours.

Tomorrow. She leaned forward as the house came into view. The moon had come out from behind the clouds and lit the place. Barrett House was a sprawling two-story stone building that looked like the nineteenth-century inn Gil had said it had once been. There was nothing pretentious about it, and the ivy covering the walls softened the stone. As Gil stopped the car in front of the front door, she asked, Why buy an inn that you had to restore? Why not just build a new house?

Logan climbed out of the car and held out his hand to help her. It had a few unique features that appealed to me.

Dont tell me. It had its own graveyard.

He grinned. The Barrett family cemetery is just over the hill. But that wasnt why I bought the inn. He opened the tall mahogany front door. There arent any live-in servants. I have cleaning people come in from town twice a week. Well have to fend for ourselves in the kitchen.

It doesnt matter. Im not accustomed to ser-vants, and food isnt a high priority for me.

His gaze ran over her. I can tell. Youre lean as a greyhound.

I like greyhounds, Gil said as he carried the luggage into the hall. Graceful and those great, big wistful eyes. I had one once. Nearly killed me when he died. Where do you want her bags?

The first door at the head of the stairs, Logan said.

Right. Gil started up the steps. Pretty boring. My quarters are in the old carriage house, Eve. You should ask him to put you out there. More privacy.

This will be more convenient to the lab, Logan said.

And more convenient for Logan to keep tabs on me, Eve thought.

Margaret must have gone to bed. Youll meet her in the morning. I think youll find everything you need in your room.

I want to see my lab.

Now?

Yes. You may not have equipped it properly. I may have to supplement it.

Then by all means come with me. Its one of the added rooms in the back. I havent seen it myself. I had Margaret get you everything she thought youd need.

The efficient Margaret again.

Not only efficient. Exceptional.

She followed Logan across a huge living room with a fireplace large enough to walk into, plank floors covered by woven hemp carpets, and oversized leather furniture. It looked like a lodge, she decided.

He led her down a short hall and then opened a door. Here you are.

Coldness. Sterility. Gleaming stainless steel and glass.

Oops. Logan grimaced. This must be Mar-garets idea of scientific heaven. Ill try to warm it up for you.

It doesnt matter. I wont be here that long. She strode over to the pedestal. It was sturdy and ad-justable. The three video cameras on tripods next to it were top-notch, as were the computer, mixer, and VCR. She moved over to the workbench. The mea-suring instruments were high-grade, but she pre-ferred the ones she had brought with her. She took the wooden box from the shelf above the bench, and sixteen sets of eyes stared up at her. All variations of hazel, gray, green, blue, brown. Blue and brown would have been sufficient, she said. Brown is the most prevalent eye color.

I told her to get you everything you could pos-sibly need.

Well, she did that. She turned to look at him. When can I start to work?

In a day or two. Im waiting for word.

And Im supposed to sit here and twiddle my thumbs?

Would you like me to dig you up one of the Bar-retts to practice on?

No, I want to finish the job and go home.

You gave me two weeks. He turned away. Come on, youre tired. Ill show you to your room.

She was tired. She felt as if a thousand years had passed since she had walked to her lab that morning. She had a sudden pang of homesickness. What was she doing here? She didnt belong in this strange house with a man she didnt trust.

The Adam Fund. It didnt matter whether she be-longed here or not. She had a job and a purpose. She came toward him. I meant what I said. I wont do anything criminal.

I know you meant it.

Which didnt mean he accepted it. She flicked off the overhead light and moved past him into the hall. Are you going to tell me why you brought me here and why I should do what you want me to do?

He smiled. Why, its your patriotic duty.

Bull. Her gaze narrowed on his face. Politics?

Why do you assume that?

Youre known for your activities in public view and behind the scenes.

I suppose I should be relieved that you no longer think Im a mass murderer.

I didnt say that. Im exploring all options. Politics?

Possibly.

A sudden thought occurred to her. My God, are you trying to smear someone?

I dont believe in smear campaigns. Lets say things arent always what they seem, and I believe in bringing the truth to light.

If its to your advantage.

He nodded mockingly. Of course.

I dont want to be part of it.

Youre not part of ithellip; unless Im right. If Im wrong, you go home and we forget you were ever here. He was preceding her up the stairs. What could be more fair?

Maybe his reason didnt involve politics. Maybe it was entirely personal. Well see.

Yes, we will. He opened her door and stood aside. Goodnight,Eve.

Good night. She went inside and closed the door. The room was country comfortable with a canopy bed with a rust and cream quilt, simple pine furniture. The only thing in it that interested her was the telephone on the end table. She sat down on the bed and dialed Joe Quinns number.

Hello, he answered sleepily.

Joe, Eve.

His voice lost all trace of drowsiness. Is every-thing okay?

Fine. Im sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to tell you where I am and give you my phone number here. She rattled off the number printed on the ex-tension. Got it?

Got it. Where the hell are you?

Barrett House. Logans place in Virginia.

And this couldnt wait until morning?

Probably. But I wanted you to know. I feelhellip; disconnected.

You sound uneasy as the devil. You took the job?

Why else would I be here?

And whats scaring you?

Im not scared.

The hell youre not. You havent called me in the middle of the night since Bonnie

Im not afraid. I just wanted you to know. She had a thought. Logan has a driver, Gil Price. He used to be in the Air Force Military Police.

You want me to check him out?

Ihellip; think so.

No problem.

And youll watch out for my mother while Im gone?

Sure, you know I will. Ill ask Diane to go over and have coffee with her tomorrow afternoon.

Thanks, Joe. Go back to sleep.

Yeah, sure. He paused. I dont like this. Be careful, Eve.

Theres nothing to be careful about. Bye.

She hung up the phone and stood. Shed take a shower, wash her hair, and then get to bed. She really shouldnt have woken up Joe, but hearing a familiar voice made her feel better. Everything about this place was low-key and unthreatening, including lik-able Gil Price, but she was still on edge. She couldnt tell how much was authentic and how much had been layered on to disarm her, and she didnt like being so isolated.

But now she had a link to the outside world.

Joe would be her safety net while she was walking this tightrope.

Eve? Diane Quinn rolled over in bed and propped her head on her hand. Is everything all right?

Joe nodded. I think so. I dont know. She took a job that may not be Forget it. Probably nothing to worry about.

But Joe would worry, Diane thought. He always worried about Eve.

He lay back down and pulled up the covers. Go by and visit her mother tomorrow, will you?

Sure. She turned out the light and cuddled closer. Whatever you say. Now go back to sleep.

I will.

He wouldnt go back to sleep. Hed lie there in the darkness thinking and worrying about Eve. Smother the resentment. She had a good marriage. Joe had in-herited enough money from his parents to give them a comfortable lifestyle even without his salary. He was thoughtful, generous, and great in bed. Shed known when she married him that he and Eve were a package deal. It hadnt taken her long to realize the bond between Joe and Eve was too strong to break. They were so close, sometimes they finished each others sentences.

But that bond wasnt sexual. Not yet. Maybe never. That part of him was still hers.

So smother the envy and resentment. Be Eves friend, be Joes wife.

Because she was bitterly aware she couldnt be one without being the other.

She called Joe Quinn thirty minutes ago. Gil set a sheet of paper on the desk in front of Logan. Heres a transcript Mark made of the conversation.

Logan smiled faintly as he glanced through the text. I dont believe she trusts us, Gil.

Smart lady. Gil threw himself into the easy chair across the room and draped a leg over the arm. Now, Im not surprised she doesnt trust you. Youre pretty transparent, but it takes someone ultrapercep-tive to suspect me.

Its not your acting ability, its those damn freckles. He frowned. Ive been trying to contact Scott Maren in Jordan. Any calls?

No calls. Then he snapped his fingers. Except from your lawyer, Novak.

He can wait.

Do you want Mark to foul up the connection if she tries to call again?

He shook his head. Shed only use her digital. She still might if she knows the phone in her room is bugged.

Whatever you say. He paused. When do we go for it?

Soon.

He lifted a brow. You wouldnt be holding out on me, would you?

I have to make sure everythings right. Timwicks been too close on my tail.

You can trust me, John.

I said Im waiting.

All right, you closemouthed bastard. Gil stood up and strolled toward the door. But I dont like going in blind.

You wont.

Ill take that as a promise. Get some sleep.

I will.

When the door closed behind Gil, Logan glanced down at the transcript again and then tossed it to one side. Joe Quinn. He couldnt afford to underestimate the detective. Eve had inspired intense loyalty in Quinn. Loyalty and friendship and what else? he wondered. Quinn was married, but that didnt matter.

Hell, it wasnt any of his business if it didnt in-terfere with what he needed Eve to do. Besides, he had enough to worry about.

Scott Maren was wandering around Jordan and might be taken down at any minute.

Timwick might have seen through Logan and drawn conclusions. Those conclusions would frighten him enough to give the order to secure his position.

Logan couldnt wait to get hold of Maren.

He pulled out his personal phone book and flipped it open to the back page. There were only three names and telephone numbers on the page.

Dora Bentz.

James Cadro.

Scott Maren.

Bentzs and Cadros telephones might be bugged, but he should still call and verify they were all right. Then hed send someone to pick them up.

He reached for the telephone and dialed the first phone number.

Dora Bentz.

The phone was ringing.

Fiske finished tying the womans legs to the bedposts and pushed her nightgown up above her waist.

She was in her fifties, but she had damn nice legs. Too bad about that pouchy belly. She should have worked out, he thought. Situps would have taken care of that pouch. He did two hundred situps a day and his own belly was iron hard.

He got a broom out of the kitchen closet and came back to the bed.

The phone was still ringing. Persistent.

He shoved the broom up the woman. The killing had to look like a sex crime, but he wouldnt risk ejacu-lating inside her. Semen was evidence. Many serial killers had trouble ejaculating anyway, and the broom was a nice touch. It spelled out woman hatred and home desecration.

Anything else?

Six deep, savage wounds on her breasts, duct tape over her mouth, the open windowhellip;

No, it was a clean job.

Hed have liked to stay awhile and admire his handiwork, but the phone hadnt stopped ringing.

Whoever was on the other end might get worried and call the police.

One more check. He walked to the head of the bed and gazed down at her.

She stared back at him, her eyes as wide open, her expression as terrified as when hed plunged the knife into her heart.

He took out the envelope with the photographs and the typewritten list Timwick had given him at the airport. He liked lists; they kept the world in order.

Three photographs. Three names. Three addresses.

He crossed Dora Bentzs name off the list.

The phone was still ringing as he left her apart-ment.

No answer.

It was three-thirty in the morning. There should have been an answer.

Logan slowly replaced the receiver.

It didnt have to mean anything. Dora Bentz had married children who lived in Buffalo, New York. She could be visiting them. She could be on vacation anywhere.

Or she could be dead.

Timwick could be moving quickly to tie up all the loose ends.

Shit, Logan had thought he had time.

Maybe he was jumping to conclusions.

Hell, so what? Hed always trusted his instincts, and they were shouting at him now.

But sending Gil to check on Dora Bentz would be a tip-off. Timwick would know what he only sus-pected now. Logan could try to save Dora Bentz or he could remain safe for a few more days.

Shit

He picked up the phone and dialed Gils number in the carriage house.

Lights. Moving lights.

Eve stopped drying her hair, slowly got up, and went to the window.

The black limousine that had picked them up at the airport was gliding down the driveway toward the gates.

Logan?

Gil Price?

It was almost four oclock in the morning. Where would anyone be going at this hour?

She doubted if shed be told if she asked to-morrow morning.

But shed damn well do it anyway.

SIX

Eve didnt fall asleep until five, and then her slumber was restless. She woke at nine but forced herself to stay in bed until almost ten, when a thun-derous knock sounded on the door.

The door opened before she could answer, and a small, plump woman strode into the room. Hi, Im Margaret Wilson. Heres the gate control you wanted. She set the remote on the nightstand. Sorry if I woke you, but John says I screwed up on the lab. How the hell was I to know you wanted pretty? What do I need to get? Pillows? Rugs?

Nothing. Eve sat up in bed and gazed curiously at Margaret Wilson. The woman was probably in her early forties. The gray gabardine pantsuit she wore slimmed her plump figure and complemented her dark, sleek hair and hazel eyes. I told him that I wasnt going to be here long enough for it to matter.

It matters. John likes things right. So do I. Whats your favorite color?

Green, I guess.

I should have known. Redheads are pretty predictable.

Im not a redhead.

Well, almost. She looked around the room. This kind of thing okay?

Eve nodded as she threw back the covers and got out of bed.

Good, then Ill get on the phone and order some stuff. It should be Oh, my God, youre a giant.

What?

Margaret was glowering at her. How the hell tall are you?

Five nine.

A giant. Youll make me feel like a midget. I hate tall, skinny women. They do something to my psyche and I become over aggressive.

Youre not that small.

Youre patronizing me. She grimaced. And Im being defensive. Oh, well, Ill have to fight it. Ill just keep telling myself that Im much smarter than you. Get dressed and come on down to the kitchen. Well grab some cereal and then Ill take you for a walk around the grounds.

Thats not necessary.

Sure it is. John wants you kept happy and he says you dont have anything to do right away. If youre anything like me, youll go crazy. She headed for the door. But well take care of it. Fifteen minutes?

Fine. She wondered what the response would have been if she had said otherwise. Margarets tac-tics made a steamroller look subtle.

But it was hard not to like her. She hadnt smiled once, but she exuded a vibrant energy and cheerful-ness. She was blunt, bold, and like no one Eve had ever met. She was a breath of fresh air after the dark tension she sensed in Logan.

The Barrett family graveyard. Margaret waved a hand at the small iron-fenced cemetery. Theres no grave later than 1922. Do you want to go in?

Eve shook her head.

Thank God. Cemeteries depress me, but I thought you might be interested.

Why?

I dont know. All those bones and stuff you work with.

I dont hang around graveyards like some kind of ghoul, but they dont bother me. Particularly family cemeteries. No lost ones here, and it was ex-tremely well kept. All the graves were even covered with pallets of fresh carnations. Where did all the flowers come from? Are there Barretts still in the neighborhood?

No, the direct line died out about twenty years ago. She pointed at a gravestone. Randolph Barrett. The family scattered over the years and Randolph Barrett was the last to be buried here back in 1922. The graveyard was in pretty sad shape when John bought the property. He gave orders for it to be cleaned up and fresh flowers brought in every week.

Im surprised. I wouldnt think Logan would be that sentimental.

Well, you never know what John is going to do. But Im glad he brought in a landscaper for this job. Like I said, cemeteries depress me.

Eve turned and started down the hill. They dont depress me. Sadden me, maybe. Particularly the babies graves. Before modern medicine, so many children didnt live to grow up. Do you have any children?

Margaret shook her head. I was married once, but we both had careers and were too busy to think about kids.

Your job must be very demanding.

Yep.

And varied. She paused. Like this one. You cant say that skeleton hunting is in many peoples job description.

I dont hunt, I just do what Im told.

That could be dangerous.

John will keep me clear of trouble. He always has before.

Hes done this before?

Bones? No, but hes been known to walk some mighty thin lines.

But you trust him?

Hell, yes.

Even if you dont know what hes looking for? Or do you?

Margaret grinned. Stop pumping me. I dont know anything about anything and I wouldnt tell you if I did.

You wont even tell me if it was Logan who left in the middle of the night?

Sure. Johns still here. I saw him before he disap-peared into his study this morning. It was Gil who left.

Why?

Margaret shrugged. Ask John. She added bluntly, You came here because John made it worth your while. I handled the transfer to the Adam Fund. Hell tell you everything when he thinks its time. Trust him.

I dont have your faith in him. She glanced at the carriage house. Is that where the gates are monitored?

Margaret nodded. Its a pretty elaborate system with video cameras all over the place. Mark Slater does all the monitoring.

I havent met him yet.

He doesnt come up to the house much.

Does Logans house on the West Coast have se-curity like this?

Sure, there are lots of nuts out there. Men in Johns position are prime targets. Her pace quick-ened. I have some work to do. Will you be okay if I leave you alone this afternoon?

Yes. You dont have to baby-sit me, Margaret.

Actually, I enjoyed it. Youre not what I expected from a bone lady.

Bone lady. Thats what Gil had called her. The correct term is forensic sculptor.

Whatever. Like I said, I expected someone very cool and professional. Hence the mistake I made with the lab. Not that Id admit to John that I made a mis-take. I told him it was all his fault because he didnt let me know what I had to contend with. Its not good for him to know that Im not perfect. It would make him feel insecure.

Eve smiled. I cant imagine that.

Everyone has insecure moments, even me. She added gloomily, But only when I stand next to giants like you. It comes from growing up a shrimp with four six-foot brothers. Is your mother tall?

No, only medium height.

Okay, then youre a freak and Ill magnani-mously forgive you. I wont mention it again.

Thank you. I appreciate the

I was wondering where you were. Logan had come out of the house and was walking toward them. Did you have a good night? he asked Eve.

No.

I have those reports to finish, Margaret said quickly. See you later, Eve.

Eve nodded, her gaze on Logan. Dressed in black jeans and sweatshirt, he looked very different from the man she had met that first day. Not only because of the clothes, but because he seemed to have stripped off the sleek image and completely discarded it.

Strange bed?

Partly. Why did Gil Price leave right after we got here last night?

I had an errand for him to run.

At four in the morning?

He nodded. It was a rather urgent errand. He should be back tonight. He paused. I was hoping youd have a day or two to become acclimated to the situation, but we may have to pick up the pace.

Good, I dont need to become acclimated. Just bring me the bones and let me get to work.

We may have to go to them.

She stiffened. What?

You may have to do a cursory examination right after we excavate and determine if its worthwhile to bring the skeleton here. My source could have lied, and the skull might be damaged too badly for a face to be reconstructed.

You want me to be there when you dig it up?

Maybe.

Forget it. Im not a grave robber.

It may be necessary for you to be there. That could be the only

Forget it.

Well talk about it later. It may not be necessary. Did you enjoy the graveyard?

Why does everyone assume I enjoy grave Her gaze narrowed on his face. How did you know I was at the cemetery? She glanced at the carriage house. Of course, your video cameras. I dont like being spied on, Logan.

The cameras scan the grounds continuously. They just happened to catch you and Margaret at the cemetery.

It could be true, but she doubted if anything just happened in Logans life. I liked the fresh flowers.

Well, Im living in the Barretts house. I figured that was the least I could do.

Its your house now.

Is it? The Barretts built the inn, they lived and worked here for over a hundred and sixty years and saw a lot of history troop by. Did you know Abraham Lincoln stayed here right before the end of the Civil War?

Another Republican. No wonder you bought the place.

Some of the places Lincoln stayed in I wouldnt have touched on a bet. I value my comfort too much. He opened the front door for her. Have you called your mother?

No, Ill do that this evening when she gets home from work. She smiled. Providing shes not out on the town. Shes keeping company with a lawyer from the D.A.s office.

Hes lucky. She seemed very nice.

Yes, and shes smart too. After Bonnie was born, she finished high school and then went to technical school to learn court reporting.

She finished school after your daughter He stopped. Sorry, Im sure you dont want to talk about your daughter.

I dont mind talking about Bonnie. Why should I? Im very proud of her. She came into our lives and made everything different. She added simply, Love can do that, you know.

So Ive heard.

Its true. Id tried to get my mother off crack, but couldnt. Maybe I was too bitter and resentful. God knows, sometimes I thought I hated her. But Bonnie came and I changed. Somehow all the bitter-ness was gone. And my mother changed too. I dont know whether it was just the right time and point in her life or it was because she knew she had to get off the crack in order to help me raise Bonnie. My God, how she loved Bonnie. No one could help but love her.

I can understand that. I saw her picture.

Wasnt she beautiful? She smiled luminously. So happy. She was always so happy. She loved every waking hour that she She had to swallow to ease the tightness in her throat and then said brusquely, Im sorry, I have to stop talking now. I can go only so far, and then it starts to hurt. But Im getting better all the time.

Christ, stop apologizing, he said roughly. Im sorry I made you talk about her.

You didnt make me do anything. Its important that I keep her with me, that I never let myself forget her. She existed. She became a part of me, maybe the best part. She turned away from him. And now I think Ill go to my lab and see if I can do a little work on Mandy.

He looked at her in surprise. You brought those fragments with you?

Of course. Theres probably not much I can do with them, but I couldnt give up without trying.

He smiled. No, I can see you couldnt.

She felt his eyes on her as she walked away. She probably shouldnt have shown him how vulnerable she could be, but the conversation had seemed to flow from one subject to another. Logan had listened in-tently and sympathetically and made her feel as if he really cared. Maybe he did care. Maybe he wasnt the manipulator she suspected him of being.

And maybe he was. What the hell difference did it make? She wasnt ashamed of how she felt about Bonnie, and there was no way he could twist anything she had said and use it against her. The only advantage he might have gained was that she felt a little closer to him now; the very act of talking to him about Bonnie had caused the most tentative of bonds to be formed. But a connection that tentative was easy to break and wouldnt influence her in any way.

She opened the door of the lab and went directly to the briefcase she had left on the desk. She unlocked it and began taking the skull fragments out of the case. Putting them together would be like working on a jigsaw puzzle with some pieces the size of tiny splin-ters. What was she thinking? she wondered in despair. It was crazy, probably impossible.

The task would be impossible if she took that attitude, she thought impatiently. Reconstructing Mandy was her job, and shed find a way to do it. The connection with Mandy was one she could trust, a bond she could afford to hold on to.

Hello, Mandy. She sat down at the desk and picked up a nasal bone, the largest left intact. I guess well start here. Dont worry. It may take a long time, but well get there.

Dora Bentz is dead, Gil said baldly when Logan picked up the phone.

Shit. His hand tightened on the receiver.

Stabbed to death and apparently raped. She was found by her sister in her apartment about ten this morning. They were planning on going to an aerobics class together. The sister had a key and let herself in after she kept knocking and didnt get an answer. The window was open and the police think its a simple rape-murder.

Simple, hell.

If its not, it was done very well, Gil said. Ex-tremely well.

Like the vandalism of Eves lab in Atlanta. Were you followed?

No doubt about it. You knew I would be.

Can you find out from one of your old buddies who Timwick might be using?

Maybe. Ill put out some feelers. Do you want me to come back there?

No. Ive been trying to contact James Cadro all morning. According to his office, hes camping with his wife in the Adirondacks. He paused. Hurry. I wasnt the first one to inquire about him.

Do we know where in the Adirondacks?

Somewhere near Jonesburg.

Great. Thats what I like. Precise directions. Im on my way.

Logan replaced the phone. Dora Bentz dead. He could have saved her if hed acted yesterday. But, dammit, hed thought theyd all be safer if he didnt display any interest in them, if he seemed to ignore their existence.

He was wrong. Dora Bentz was dead.

It was too late for her but maybe not for the others. A distraction could possibly save lives and give him the witnesses he desperately needed.

But he couldnt move fast without Eve Duncan. She was the key. He had to be patient and let her begin to trust him.

Trust building would be a slow process with someone as wary as Eve. She was smart and some-where along the way she would find out that there was more danger to her and her family than an act of vandalism.

Scratch trust.

Then find a way to overcome her resistance and catapult her into his camp.

He leaned back in his chair and began to go over the possibilities.

Hi. Margaret stuck her head into the lab. The decorators in charge of warming up the lab are here. Can you vacate the place for an hour and let them do their thing?

Eve frowned. I told you it wasnt necessary.

The lab isnt perfect, therefore its necessary. I dont do my job halfway.

Only an hour?

I told them you didnt want to be bothered and theyd lose the sale if they took longer. And you do have to eat. She checked her watch. Its almost seven. How about having soup and a sandwich with me while we wait?

Just a minute. She carefully moved the board with Mandys bones to the bottom drawer of the desk. Tell them not to touch the desk or theyll lose more than a sale. Ill murder them.

Right. Margaret turned and disappeared.

Eve took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. A break would probably be good. She had made only a little progress in several hours and her frustration was growing. But a little progress was better than none. Shed tackle the work again after eating.

She encountered six men and two women in the hallway, bearing accent pillows, chairs, and carpets, and had to press back against the wall to avoid the stampede.

This way. Margaret took her arm, maneuvered her around two men carrying a rolled carpet, and led her toward the kitchen. Its not as massive an under-taking as it looks. One hour, I promise.

Im not timing you. A few minutes either way isnt going to matter.

Not going too well? Margaret asked sympa-thetically. Too bad. They entered the kitchen and Margaret gestured to the two places set at the kitchen table. I made tomato soup and cheese sandwiches. Is that okay?

Fine. Eve sat down, picked up her napkin, and spread it on her lap. Im not that hungry.

Im starved, but Im on a diet and trying to be good. She sat down opposite Eve and looked at her accusingly. Youve obviously never been on a diet in your life.

Eve smiled. Sorry.

You should be. She reached for the TV remote on the counter. Mind if I turn on the set? The Presi-dents having a press conference. John has me tape and listen to all of them and report to him if theres any-thing interesting.

I dont mind. She began to eat. If you dont mind my not paying any attention to it. Politics isnt my cup of tea.

Nor mine. But John is fairly obsessed with it.

I heard about the fund-raisers. Do you think he wants to go into politics himself ?

She shook her head. He couldnt stand the bull-shit. She watched the TV for a moment. Chadbournes damn good. Hes practically oozing warmth. Did you know theyre calling him the most charis-matic president since Reagan?

No. Its a big job and charisma doesnt get the work done.

But it can get you elected. She nodded at the TV. Look at him. Everyone says he might carry Con-gress this time.

Eve looked. Ben Chadbourne was a big man in his late forties with a handsome face and gray eyes that sparkled with life and humor. He answered one of the reporters questions with a good-natured jab. The room erupted into laughter.

Impressive, Margaret said. And Lisa Chadbournes not chopped liver. Did you see her suit? Valentino, I bet.

I wouldnt know.

Or care. Margaret grimaced. Well, I care. She always attends every press conference, and the only kick I get from watching them is seeing what she wears. Someday Im going to be skinny enough to wear suits like that.

Shes very attractive, Eve agreed. And shes doing wonderful work raising money for abused children.

Is she? Margarets tone was absent. That suits got to be Valentino.

Eve smiled with amusement. She would never have dreamed a dynamo like Margaret would be so interested in clothes.

The suit in question was precisely cut to enhance Lisa Chadbournes slim, athletic body. The soft beige color made her olive skin and sleek dark brown hair gleam in contrast. The Presidents wife was smiling at him from the sidelines, and she appeared both proud and loving. Very nice.

Do you think shes had a face-lift? Shes sup-posed to be forty-five but she doesnt look a day over thirty.

Maybe. Eve finished her soup. Or maybe shes just aging well.

I should be so lucky. I saw two new lines in my forehead this week. I stay out of the sun. I use mois-turizer. I do everything right and Im still going downhill. Margaret flicked off the television set. Looking at her depresses me. Chadbournes just saying the same old things. Lower taxes. More jobs. Aid to children.

Nothing wrong with that.

Tell that to John. Hell, Chadbourne says and does everything right and his wife smiles sweetly, has as many charities as Evita Peron, and bakes her own cookies. Its not going to be easy for Johns party to oust an administration that everyones calling the second Camelot.

Unless he could find a way to smear the other party. The more Eve thought about it, the more likely that explanation seemed, and she didnt like it one bit. Where is Logan?

Hes been in the study all afternoon making phone calls. Margaret stood up. Coffee?

No, I had some in the lab an hour ago.

Well, evidently I did something right by pro-viding the coffeemaker.

You did a great job. I have everything I need.

Lucky woman. She poured coffee into her own cup. Not many people can say that. Most of us arent as fortunate. We have to compromise and She looked up, stricken. God, Im sorry. I didnt mean that you

Forget it. She stood up. Now I believe I have about twenty minutes more until your decorators finish with my lab. I think Ill go to my room and make a few phone calls too.

Have I chased you off ?

Dont be ridiculous. Im not that sensitive.

Margarets gaze raked her face. I think you are. But you handle it damn well. She paused and then added awkwardly, I admire you. In your place, I dont think I could She shrugged. Anyway, I didnt mean to hurt you.

You didnt hurt me, Eve said gently. Truly. I do have phone calls to make.

Then go make them. Ill finish my coffee and then go nag those decorators and get them out of your way.

Thank you. Eve left the kitchen and strode quickly to her room. What she had told Margaret had been partly true. Time had formed scars on the wounds and, in many ways, she was lucky. She had a worthwhile profession, a parent she loved, and good friends.

And shed better check in with one of those friends, see if Joe had dug up anything more on Logan. She didnt like how the situation was shaping up, she thought grimly.

No, shed call Mom first.

It took six rings before Sandra picked up, but when she did she was laughing. Hello.

I guess I dont have to ask if youre okay, Eve said. Whats so funny?

Ron just spilled paint on his She broke off, giggling. Youd have to be here.

Youre painting?

I told you I wanted to paint your lab. Ron of-fered to help me.

What color? Eve asked warily.

Blue and white. Its going to look like sky and clouds. Were trying one of those new finishes that you do with garbage bags.

Garbage bags?

I saw it on TV. The receiver was suddenly cov-ered. Dont do that, Ron. Youre messing up the clouds. The corners have to be done differently. She came back on the line. How are you?

Fine. Ive been working on

Thats nice. She was laughing again. No cherubs, Ron. Eve would have a cow.

Cherubs?

I promise, just clouds.

Good God, cherubs, clouds. Youre busy. Ill call you again in a few days.

Im glad youre having a good time. Getting away is good for you.

And it was obviously not causing her mother any problem. No more trouble?

Trouble? Oh, you mean the break-in. Not a bit. Joe dropped by after work with Chinese food but left right after Ron got here. It turns out they know each other. I guess its not so strange, Ron being in the D.A.s office and JoeRon, you need more white in that blue paint. Eve, I have to go. Hes going to ruin my clouds.

We wouldnt want that. Good-bye, Mom. Take care of yourself.

You too.

Eve was smiling as she hung up. Sandra sounded younger than she had ever heard her, and everything was Ron and how everything and everyone related to Ron. Nothing wrong with being young. Kids grew up quick in the slums and maybe Sandra would be able to snatch some of that childhood magic now.

Why did that thought make Eve feel a thousand years old?

Because she was stupid and selfish and maybe a little envious.

Joe.

She reached for the telephone again and then stopped.

Logan had known she had gone to the cemetery.

She didnt like the idea of that electronic beehive in the carriage house.

She was being paranoid. Video cameras didnt necessarily equate to bugged telephones.

But they might. Ever since shed arrived there shed had the vague sensation of being caught in a web.

So she was paranoid.

She stood up, dug her digital out of her shoulder bag, and punched in Joes number.

I was just going to call you. How are things going?

Theyre not going. Im treading water. He wants to involve me more than Im comfortable with. I need to know what Im looking at. Did you dig up anything?

Maybe. But its pretty weird.

Whats not weird about all this?

It seems hes lately acquired an obsession about John F.Kennedy.

Kennedy, she repeated, startled.

Yeah. And Logans a Republican, so that by it-self is already weird. He paid a visit to the Kennedy Library. He ordered copies of the Warren Commis-sion Report on Kennedys assassination. He went to the book depository in Dallas and then to Bethesda. Joe paused. He even talked to Oliver Stone about the research he did for his movie JFK. All done very ca-sual and quiet. No urgency. Youd never even make the connection between his actions unless you were looking for a pattern, like I was.

Kennedy. It was bizarre. That cant have any-thing to do with why Im here. Is there anything else?

Not so far. You asked for out of the ordinary.

Well, you certainly gave it to me.

Ill keep looking. He changed the subject. I ran into your moms current flame tonight. Rons a nice guy.

She thinks so. Thanks for keeping an eye on her for me.

I dont think Im going to have to do much more of it. Ron seemed pretty protective himself.

I havent met him yet. Moms afraid Ill scare him off.

You might.

What do you mean? You know I want whatevers best for Mom.

Yep, and youll kick ass until you get it for her.

Am I that bad?

Joes voice softened. No, youre that good. Look, Ive got to go. Diane wants to catch a nine oclock movie. Ill call you when I know anything more.

Thanks, Joe.

Forget it. I probably didnt help you much.

He probably hadnt, Eve thought as she hung up. Logans interest in JFK might be just coincidence. What possible connection could there be between the ex-president and her present situation?

Coincidence? She doubted if anything Logan did was coincidental. He was too sharp, too much in con-trol. His search for information about Kennedy was too recent not to be suspicious, and if hed tried to keep his interest in Kennedy under wraps, it was for a reason.

What reason? It couldnt be of

She stiffened with shock.

Oh, my God.

SEVEN

The library was unoccupied when she entered a few minutes later.

She slammed the door closed, flicked on the light, and strode toward the desk. She opened the right-hand drawer. Just papers and telephone books. She slammed it shut and opened the left-hand drawer.

Books. She pulled them out and set them on the desk.

The Warren Commission Report was on top. Be-neath it was the Crenshaw book on the Kennedy au-topsy and then a well-thumbed book titled The Kennedy Conspiracy: Questions and Answers.

May I help you? Logan stood in the doorway.

Are you crazy, Logan? She glared at him. Ken-nedy? Youve got to be out of your mind.

He crossed the room and sat down at the desk. You appear to be a little upset.

Why should I be upset? Just because youve brought me here on the wildest goose chase ever con-ceived by man. Kennedy? she repeated. What the hell kind of crackpot are you?

Why dont you sit down and take a deep breath. He smiled. You scare me when you loom over me like that.

Bullshit. This isnt funny, Logan.

His smile vanished. No, its not funny. I was hoping it wouldnt come to this. I tried to be so careful. I take it you didnt just decide to ransack my office out of curiosity. Joe Quinn?

Yes.

I heard he was very smart. He shook his head. But youre the one who sicced him on me. Why couldnt you have just left it alone?

You expected me to wander around in the dark?

He was silent a moment. No, I guess I didnt expect it. But I hoped. I wanted you to go into this unprejudiced.

Id be unprejudiced no matter what I suspected. You have to be when you do my kind of work. But I cant believe you want me to help you dig up Kennedy.

No manual labor is required. I just need you to verify

And get shot in the process. For Gods sake, Kennedy is buried at Arlington Cemetery.

Is he?

She went still. What the devil are you saying?

Sit down.

I dont want to sit down. I want you to talk to me.

Okay. He paused. What if it isnt Kennedy buried at Arlington?

Heaven help me, not another conspiracy theory?

Conspiracy? Yes, I guess that about covers it. But with a slight twist. What if it were one of Kennedys doubles who was shot in Dallas? What if Kennedy died before the Dallas trip?

She stared at him in disbelief. Kennedys doubles?

Most public figures have doubles to protect both their lives and their privacy. Its estimated Saddam Hussein has at least six.

Hes a dictator of a third-world country. No one could get away with that here.

Not without help.

Whose help? she asked sarcastically. Little John-John? Maybe brother Bobby? Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Youre nuts. Its the most outrageous thing Ive ever heard. Who the hell are you accusing?

Im not accusing anyone. Im just looking at possibilities. Ive no idea how the man died. He had all kinds of health problems that werent public knowledge. His death could have been by natural causes.

Could? My God, are you suggesting the cause might not have been natural?

Youre not listening. Dammit, I dont know. The only thing I do know is that a deception that exten-sive would have involved more than one person.

A White House conspiracy. A cover-up. She smiled mockingly. And isnt it convenient for you that Kennedy was a Democrat? You can paint the op-position as a bunch of unscrupulous connivers not worthy of winning the election this year. What a co-incidence that a massive smear like this might trans-late to a victory for your party.

It might.

You bastard. I dont like smear campaigns. And I dont like being used, Logan.

Understandable. Now, if youre through venting your displeasure, will you listen to me for a moment? He leaned forward in his chair. Eight months ago I got a call from a man named Bernard Donnelli, a mortician who owns a small funeral home outside Baltimore. He asked me to meet him. He told me just enough to intrigue me, so I flew to Baltimore the next day. He was scared and met me in a parking garage at five in the morning. He shrugged. No imagination. He must have thought he was Deep Throat or something. Anyway, he was more greedy than he was scared and offered to sell me information. He paused. And an object that he thought I might find valuable. A skull.

Only a skull?

The rest of the body was cremated by Donnellis father. It seems that the Donnelli Funeral Home has been used for decades by the Mafia and Cosa Nostra to dispose of bodies. The Donnellis be-came known to the mob as being very discreet and reliable. However, one particular disposal made Donnelli Senior very uneasy. Two men appeared one night at Donnellis home with a mans body and, though the money they paid him was extraor-dinary, he was uneasy. They werent his regular cus-tomers and couldnt be counted on to play by the rules. They tried to keep him from seeing the corpses face, but he caught one glimpse and it was enough to scare him shitless. He was afraid theyd come back and cut his throat to eliminate him as a witness. So he rescued the skull and hid it away to use as a weapon and an insurance policy.

Rescued it?

Not many people know that it takes a tempera-ture of twenty-five hundred degrees and a burning time of at least eighteen hours to completely destroy a skeleton. Donnelli managed to position the body so that the skull would partially avoid the flames. When the two men left after forty-five minutes, Donnelli retrieved the skull and burned the rest. Donnelli used the skull as a tool for blackmail, and before he died he told his son, Bernard, where hed buried the skull. A rather macabre legacy but profitable, very profitable.

Donnelli died?

Oh, he wasnt murdered. He was an old man and had a bad heart.

And who was he blackmailing?

Logan shrugged. I dont know. Donnelli Junior wouldnt tell me. The deal was for the skull.

And youre saying you didnt press him?

Why would I tell you that? Of course, I tried to get it out of him. All hed tell me was what Ive told you. He wasnt as gutsy as his father and he didnt like living on the edge. He offered me the location of the skull and the story in exchange for enough money to set him up in Italy with a new face and identity papers.

And you took the deal?

I took it. Ive paid more for prospects with less potential.

And now you want me to bring that potential to fruition.

If what Donnelli told me was the truth.

It isnt. The entire story is crazy.

Then why not go along with me? Whats the harm? If its not true, then youll come out with your pocket full of my money and Ill come out with egg on my face. He smiled. Both prospects should bring you extreme pleasure.

Its a waste of my time.

Youre being well paid to waste it.

And if theres any truth at all to the story, its not smart for me to go around digging up

But you said there wasnt any truth to it.

Its too wild to think its Kennedy, but it could be Jimmy Hoffa or some Mafia goon.

Providing I havent paid through the nose for a fairy tale.

Which youve probably done.

Then come with me and well find out. He paused. Unless you think you couldnt do the job with an unprejudiced mind. Theres no way I want you putting Jimmy Hoffas face on this skull.

You know damn well Im too good to do that. Dont try to manipulate me, Logan.

Why not? Im good at it. We all do what were good at. Arent you even a little bit curious to find out if Donnellis telling the truth?

No, its just another wild-goose chase.

Not so wild if they tried to scare you off. Or per-haps youd rather forgive and forget what happened to your lab?

Manipulation again. Strike where it hurts. She turned away. Im not forgetting anything, but Im not sure I believe

Ill double the contribution to the Adam Fund.

She slowly turned back to him. Dammit, youre paying too much for too little. Even if its true, it all happened a long time ago. What if nobody cares that the Democrats did a massive cover-up?

What if they do? The climate is right. The public is sick to death of being manipulated by politicians.

Just what are you up to, Logan?

I thought you had me figured out. Im just your run-of-the-mill low-life tycoon trying to stack the deck.

She wasnt close to figuring him out and there was no way she would accept one word he had spoken as truth.

Will you think about it?

No.

Yes, you will. You cant help yourself. Give me your decision in the morning.

And what if I say no?

Why do you think I bought a property with a cemetery?

She stiffened.

Just joking. He smiled. Ill send you home, of course.

She started for the door.

And I wont ask for the Adam Fund money back. Even if you dont complete your part of the bargain. Which makes me appear a good deal more honorable than you, doesnt it?

I told you I wouldnt do anything illegal.

Im not trying to involve you in anything really illegal. No raid on Arlington or digging up a grave-yard. Just a brief visit to a cornfield in Maryland.

Which is probably still illegal.

But if Im right, our little transgression will come out smelling like the proverbial rose. He shrugged. Think. Sleep on it. Youre a reasonable woman and I think youll agree that Im not asking you to do anything that would betray your code of ethics.

If youre telling me the truth.

He nodded. If Im telling you the truth. Ive no intention of trying to convince you that I am. I know it wouldnt do any good. Youll have to make up your own mind. He opened the top desk drawer and pulled out a leather address book. Good night. Let me know your decision as soon as you make it.

She was dismissed, she realized. No persuasion. No protestations. The ball was in her court.

Or was it?

Good night. She left the library and swiftly climbed up the stairs to her bedroom.

Kennedy.

Impossible. Kennedy was lying at Arlington, not in some hole in a Maryland cornfield. Logan had been suckered into paying for nothing.

But Logan was anything but a sucker. If he thought there was any truth to Donnellis story, that might be enough reason for her to look deeper into it.

And to give credence to any plan Logan might have for a smear campaign. He could be lying, dig-ging desperately for a way to get what he wanted.

She had made a deal with him and he had kept his end of it.

Oh, what the hell. She was too tired to make a de-cision now. She would go to bed and hope she would see things more clearly in the morning. It would be the sensible thing to

The window.

She stiffened and inhaled sharply. Imagination. She wouldnt let herself be tricked by her own mind. She was tired and discouraged and prey to her own imagination. She wouldnt let herself be

The window.

She moved slowly across the room to the window and stood looking out into the darkness.

Darkness. Mosquitoes. Bugs. Snakes.

His Italian designer loafers were being ruined by the damp, rotting foliage on the trail, Fiske real-ized with annoyance.

He had never liked the woods. He remembered one time when he was a kid, hed been sent to some fucking camp in Maine and been forced to stay there for two weeks. His parents were always sending him somewhere to get rid of him.

Bastards.

But hed fixed them. Hed made sure the camp would never accept him back after that summer. They hadnt been able to prove anything, but the counselor had known. Oh, yes, he had known. It had shown in the pricks scared face, the way his eyes slid away from him.

That summer had taught him a few lessons hed been able to apply to his chosen vocation. Camping nuts almost always needed reservations for a camping site at a national park, and each reservation was tidily documented by the forest rangers.

There was a glimmer of fire up ahead.

Target.

Approach directly or wait until they were asleep?

Adrenaline was starting to pump through him.

Direct approach. Let them see him, feel it coming.

He ruffled his hair and smeared a streak of dirt on his cheek.

The gray-haired old man was sitting staring into the fire. His wife came out of their tent, and she laughed and said something to him. There was an air of intimacy and affection between them that Fiske found vaguely annoying. But then, he found every-thing about this kill annoying. He didnt like being forced into practicing his skills in the middle of the wilds, and he would make sure the old man and woman realized it.

He paused, drew a deep breath, then burst into the clearing. Thank God. Can you help me? My wife is hurt. We were setting up camp down the road and she fell and broke

I know where theyre camped, Gil said. Im on my way. But Im two hours behind. The ranger said there was another inquiry earlier this evening.

Logans hand tightened on the receiver. Be careful.

Am I stupid? Of course Ill be careful. Particu-larly if its Fiske.

Fiske?

I called my contact in the Treasury Department and the word is that Timwicks been known to use Al-bert Fiske on occasion. Fiske was a hit man for the CIA and a damn good one. He always wanted the toughest jobs, the most prestigious hits. He takes in-ordinate pride in his efficiency and ability to do jobs no one else can do. In the last five years hes severed his ties with the Company and struck out on his own, and hes done very well. He moves fast, knows the system well enough to make it work for him. He paused. And he likes it, Logan. He really likes it.

Shit.

Ill call you back when I find them.

Logan slowly replaced the receiver.

He moves fast.

How fast?

And in what direction?

The house phone on the desk buzzed.

Ms. Duncan left the house three minutes ago, Mark said.

Is she heading for the front gate?

No, shes going up the hill.

Ill be right there.

Logan came into the carriage house a few min-utes later.

Shes at the graveyard, Mark said.

Logan walked over to the bank of monitors. Whats she doing?

Its dark and shes in the shadow of that tree. Shes not doing anything as far as I can tell. Just standing there.

Standing just outside a graveyard in the middle of the night.

Zero in closer.

Mark made an adjustment on the control board and Eves face was suddenly on the screen before him.

It told him nothing. She was looking at the flower-covered graves, her face totally without ex-pression. What had he expected? Strain? Torment?

Pretty weird, huh? Mark asked. What a nutcase.

Damn you, shes not a nut He broke off, as surprised as Mark at the sudden burst of fury. Sorry, but shes not crazy. Shes just carrying around a lot of baggage.

Okay, okay, Mark said. I just thought it was all kind of weird. I wouldnt be trekking up to a grave-yard at night. I guess she He suddenly started to laugh. Shit. Youre right, shes normal as hell.

Eve was looking up into the trees, and the middle finger of her right hand was lifted in an obscene gesture.

Shes giving us the bird. Mark was still chuck-ling. I think I like her, John.

Logan found himself smiling. He liked her too, dammit. He liked her strength and intelligence and resilience. Even her stubbornness and unpre-dictability intrigued him. In other circumstances he would have liked having her for a friendhellip; or even a lover.

Lover. He hadnt realized he was regarding her in a sexual light until that moment. She was attractive, but hed been more aware of her mind and person-ality than her tall, graceful body.

Yeah, sure. Who was he kidding? Hell, sex was al-ways important and, if he was honest with himself, Eves very breakability aroused him.

Which made him pretty much of a scumbag.

So forget it. Concentrate on what was important, the reason hed brought her there.

And why the hell she was still in that damn graveyard.

The warm wind stirred the carnations on the graves and carried the faintest scent to where Eve was standing outside the fence.

She had told Margaret she wasnt a ghoul who hung around graveyards, so why was she there? Why hadnt she gone to bed as shed intended instead of obeying the crazy impulse that had brought her there?

And it was impulse.

To believe something had called her there was insane, and she was not insane. She had fought that fight after Fraser had been executed and she had to be very careful not to let herself go down the path toward madness. It would be so easy. Dreaming of Bonnie at night was permissible, but she mustnt imagine Bonnie was there when she was wide awake.

Besides, Bonnie couldnt be here. She had never been in this place.

Logan had talked of death and graves and her mind had done the rest. No one had called her.

It was only an impulse.

She wasnt surprised to see Logan waiting for her when she entered the house an hour later.

Im tired. I dont want to talk, Logan. She walked past him and started up the stairs.

He smiled. I gathered that from your extremely rude gesture.

You shouldnt have been watching me. I dont like being spied on.

A graveyard isnt the most pleasant place for a stroll. Why there?

What does it matter?

Im curious.

Her hand tightened on the banister. Stop trying to read some significance into everything I say or do. I went there because it was night and I knew the way. I didnt want to get lost.

Thats all?

What did you expect? I was up there having a seance?

Dont bite my head off. I was just curious. I was actually hoping the walk had cleared your head and youd come to a decision about the

It didnt. She started up the stairs again. Ill talk to you in the morning.

Ill be working most of the night, if you come to any

Back off, Logan.

Whatever you say. He added, Since you obvi-ously know Im keeping an eye on you, I thought it only fair to keep you informed about my own whereabouts.

Sure you did. She slammed her bedroom door behind her and headed for the bathroom. A hot shower would get rid of this tension. Then maybe shed go back down to the lab and work on Mandy. She knew she wasnt going to sleep well tonight, and she might as well be productive.

It wasnt as if she were afraid of going to sleep and dreaming of Bonnie. Bonnie was never a threat. How could a loving dream be a danger?

And it had been pure impulse, not Bonnie calling her, that had led her to the graveyard that night.

The two bodies were lying in one sleeping bag, their arms draped around each other in a final embrace. They were naked and their eyes were wide open, staring into each others face with terror.

A long tent stake was driven through both their bodies.

Son of a bitch. Killing them was bad enough, but Gil felt there was something obscene about the way the old couple had been posed. It robbed their death of all dignity.

He looked around the campsite. No footprints. No visible evidence. Fiske had taken time to clean up.

Gil flipped open his phone and called Logan. Too late.

Both of them?

Yeah, nasty. More than nasty. Twisted. What do you want me to do?

Come back. I havent been able to contact Maren. Hes in the desert somewhere. But that may be good. If we cant reach him, I doubt Fiske will be able to. We may have a reprieve.

Dont count on it. He glanced at the two bodies. Fiske isnt going to be twiddling his thumbs.

Im not counting on anything, but theres no way I want you heading for Jordan. I may need you.

Gil went still. The skull?

I cant wait any longer. Everythings moving too fast. Come back.

Im on my way.

Very satisfactory.

Everything neat and hed even been able to add a little whimsy.

Fiske was humming softly to himself as he un-locked his car and got in. He quickly dialed Timwick. Cadros done. Im heading for Jordan on the next plane. Anything else?

Forget Maren for the moment. Go join the sur-veillance team at Barrett House.

Fiske frowned. I dont like surveillance.

Youll do this one. If Logan and the Duncan woman sneeze, I want to know about it and I want you on the spot.

I dont like jumping all over the place until I finish the job. I still have Maren to

We followed Gil Price when he left Barrett House yesterday morning. He went directly to Dora Bentzs apartment.

So? I left it clean.

You dont get the point. He knew about Dora Bentz and that means Logan knows. We cant Timwick drew a deep breath. We need Logan, Price, and the Duncan woman dead.

You said it was too risky.

That was before we were sure Logan was on the right track. Theres no question we can leave them alive now.

At last Timwick was showing some balls. When?

Ill let you know.

Fiske pressed the end button of the phone. Things were definitely looking up. Both the chal-lenge and monetary opportunities were escalating. He started humming again as he opened the glove compartment and took out Timwicks list. He drew a neat line through the second name and below Marens name carefully wrote in block letters John Logan, Gil Price, and Eve Duncan.

Might as well keep things orderly.

He started the car, then grinned as he suddenly realized the song he was still humming.

Making a list, checking it twice.

Gonna find out whos naughty or nice hellip;

EIGHT

"Wake up, Margaret said. For Gods sake, do you even have to sleep with those bones, Eve?

Eve groggily lifted her head. What? She shook her head to clear it of sleep. What time is it?

Margaret was standing in front of the desk. Its almost nine in the morning. John told me you werent going to work anymore last night.

I changed my mind. She looked down at Mandy on the desk in front of her. I fit a few more pieces to the puzzle.

And fell asleep working on it.

I was going to close my eyes for just a minute. Her mouth felt nasty. I guess I was tired. She pushed back her chair. I need to go brush my teeth and shower.

Not until you tell me what a good job I did on this lab.

She smiled. Sorry, its wonderful.

Your enthusiasm is truly astonishing. Margaret sighed. I knew I should have told them to do it in sackcloth and ashes.

I told you it didnt matter. She stood up and moved toward the door. But I appreciate your effort.

John wants to see you. He sent me to find you.

Ill see him after I shower and change.

Could you hurry? Hes been pretty edgy since Gil got back.

Eve turned at the door. Hes back?

Margaret nodded. About an hour and a half ago. Theyre waiting for you in the office.

Waiting for her decision. Waiting to see if shed go along on Logans wild-goose chase.

Kennedy.

My God, in the clear light of day the idea was even more bizarre than it had been the previous night.

And John authorized me to shift that other pay-ment you agreed on to the Adam Fund, Margaret said. I called the bank and you should be able to verify the transfer within another hour.

She hadnt agreed to that other payment. Logan was applying pressure, bribing her without insisting on a return favor. Well, let him give the money. It wouldnt influence her decision and the kids would benefit. I trust you.

Verify, Margaret said. John insists.

Logan could insist until he was blue in the face. Shed do exactly what she wanted to do. Working on Mandy last night had been good for her. She felt much more in control of the situation that morning. Ill see you later, Margaret.

You took enough time. Logan scowled at her as she walked into the study. Weve been waiting.

I had to wash and blow-dry my hair.

And very nice it looks, Gil said from the corner of the room. Worth every minute of the delay.

She smiled at him. I dont believe Logan thinks so.

I dont, Logan said. Its rude to keep people waiting.

It depends on whether you have an appoint-ment or a summons.

Gil chuckled. You shouldnt have sent Margaret, Logan.

Dammit, I didnt want to appear pushy.

Her brow lifted. Oh, yes?

Well, not obviously pushy. Logan gestured to the chair. Sit down, Eve.

She shook her head. This wont take long.

Logan tensed. Look, I dont want you to

Shut up, Logan. Ill do it. Ill go to your damn cornfield to get this skull. Well bring it back here and Ill do the work you want me to do. She gazed di-rectly into his eyes. But we do it right away. I want this over with.

Tonight.

Fine. She started to leave.

Why? Logan asked suddenly. Why are you doing it?

Because youre wrong and the only way I can prove youre wrong is to do the work. I want to be done with it and get back to whats important to me. She added coolly, And, yes, I do want to see you with egg on your face. I want it so much that I might even volunteer to work on Chadbournes reelection campaign.

And thats all?

She carefully kept her face without expression. Dont let him see anything. Dont let him know the panic shed had to overcome last night. Dont give him a weapon to use against her. Thats all. When do we leave?

After midnight. He smiled crookedly. As is proper for such a nefarious enterprise. Well take the limo. Its only about an hours drive from here.

She glanced at Gil. Are you coming too?

I wouldnt miss it. I cant remember the last time I dug up a skull. Particularly one that promises to be this interesting. He winked. Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him, Horatio.

She headed for the door. Actually, that quote is closer to the mark than anything Logans told me. That skull has a hell of a lot better chance of be-longing to Shakespeares Yorick than to Kennedy.

Theyre on the move, Timwick, Fiske said into the phone. Price, Logan, and the Duncan woman. They just drove out the gates.

Be careful. Youll blow everything if they realize youre following them.

No problem. We dont have to get close until theres need. Kenner planted a signal device in the limo when Price was at the Bentz apartment. Well wait until theyre on a deserted road and then over-take them and

No, youll let them get where theyre going be-fore you act.

That may not be the ideal situation. I should

Screw the ideal situation. Youll let them get where theyre going. Do you hear me, Fiske? You let Kenner handle it. Ive given him exact instructions and youll do what he says.

Fiske hung up the phone. Son of a bitch. It was bad enough having to give in to Timwick without knuckling under to Kenner. Hed had a bellyful of the prick in the past twenty-four hours.

I told you I was in charge, Kenner said from the drivers seat. Youre just along for the ride until I give the word. He jerked his head at the two men in the backseat. Just like them.

Fiske gazed straight ahead at the limos taillights in the distance. He drew a deep breath and tried to relax. It would be all right. He would manage to do his job in spite of Kenners interference. Hed kill the three in the limo up ahead and cross their names off the list.

And then hed start his own list with Kenners name at the very top.

The cornfield should have reminded Eve of some-thing as all-American as a state fair but all she could think about was a horror movie shed seen about a group of ghoulish children living in a cornfield.

No children here.

Only death.

And a skull buried beneath the rich brown earth.

Waiting.

She slowly got out of the car. Its there?

Logan nodded.

The field looks well tended. Wheres the farm-house?

About five miles to the north.

Its a big field. I hope Donnelli gave you good directions.

He did. I have them memorized. He got out of the car. I know exactly where its located.

Those directions had better be good. Gil had opened the trunk and was taking out two shovels and a large lantern flashlight. Diggings not my favorite pastime. I spent a summer on a road crew when I was working my way through college, and I swore Id never do it again.

Serves you right. Logan took the lantern and one of the shovels. Never say never. He strode into the cornfield.

Coming? Gil asked Eve as he started after Logan.

She didnt move.

She could smell the earth where death waited.

She could hear the breeze as it rustled through the rows of tall corn.

She felt her chest tighten at the thought of sinking, drowning into that swaying sea of corn.

Eve? Gil was standing at the edge of the field, waiting. John wants you with us.

She moistened her lips. Why?

He shrugged. Ask him.

Its stupid for me even to be here. Im not going to be able to tell anything until I get back to the lab.

Sorry, he wants you there when he digs it up.

Stop arguing. Do it. Get it over with. Get out of this place.

She followed Gil into the cornfield.

Darkness.

She could hear the rustling sound Gil was making ahead of her, but she couldnt see him. She could see nothing but the tall stalks all around her. It was like being buried. Even with a map and directions, how could Logan manage to find anything?

I see a light ahead. Gils voice drifted back to her.

It was more than she could see, but her pace increased.

Get it over with. Get out of here.

She could see the light now. Logan had set the flashlight on the ground and was already digging, his shovel spiking into the earth and tearing at the roots of the cornstalks.

Here? Gil asked.

Logan glanced up at them and nodded. Quick. Its buried pretty deep so the farmer wouldnt dig it up when he was planting. You dont have to be careful. Its supposed to be in a lead-lined box.

Gil started digging.

She wished theyd given her a shovel, she thought after five minutes. Being busy would have been better than standing there, watching. Her tension was growing with every second.

This was stupid. There was probably nothing buried there and they were all behaving like people out of a Stephen King novel.

Ive hit something, Gil said.

Logan glanced at Gil. Hallelujah. He began digging faster.

Eve moved closer to the hole and saw rusted metal through the loosened dirt. Jesushellip;

Why was she feeling so shaken? Just because Donnelli hadnt lied about the location didnt mean the rest of the story was true. There might not even be a skull in the box and the chances of it being Kennedy were out of sight.

Logan was prying open the lock on the box.

Only it wasnt a box, she suddenly realized. It was a coffin.

A babys coffin.

Stop it.

Logan looked at her. What the hell?

Its a coffin. A babyhellip;

I know that. Donnelli was an undertaker. How else do you think he got a lead-lined box?

What if its not a skull?

Logans face hardened. Its the skull. Were wasting time. He broke the lock on the coffin.

She hoped he was right. The idea of a little baby buried out here alone and lost was too heartbreaking to bear.

Logan was throwing open the coffin.

No baby.

Even through the heavy plastic wrapping she could make out the skull.

Jackpot, Logan murmured. He brought the lantern closer. I knew it was

I hear something. Gil had raised his head.

Eve heard it too.

The wind?

Not the wind.

More purposeful. The same sound they had made as they had moved through the cornfield.

And the rustling was heading toward them.

Shit, Logan muttered. He slammed shut the coffin, grabbed it, and jumped to his feet. Lets get out of here.

Eve looked over her shoulder. Nothing. Just that menacing rustling. It could be the farmer, couldnt it?

Its not the farmer. Theres more than one. Logan was already running. Dont lose her, Gil. Well circle back through the field and come out on the road where we parked the car.

Gil grabbed her arm. Hurry.

They shouldnt be talking. Someone would hear them. But that was crazy. What difference did it make? They were making as much noise crashing through the corn as whoever was pursuing them.

Logan was zigzagging through the field and they were following.

Running.

Suffocating darkness.

Rustling.

Her lungs were hurting.

Were they closer?

She couldnt tell. They were making too much noise themselves for her to figure it out.

To the left, someone shouted behind them.

Logan tore through the corn at a right angle.

I think I see something. A different voice.

Oh, God, it sounded as if the man were in the row next to them.

Logan was turning, heading back the way they came.

Gil and Eve were on his heels.

Faster.

Eve was completely disoriented. How could Logan tell where he was going?

Maybe he couldnt. They might run into whoever was pursuing them at any minute. Maybe they should

Logan was turning again. To the left.

And they were out of the field and running toward the road.

The limo.

But over fifty yards away.

And a Mercedes was parked beside it. She couldnt see if there was anyone in it.

She glanced over her shoulder toward the field.

No one.

They were almost at the limo.

And the Mercedes door swung open.

Gil dropped her arm. Get the coffin inside the limo, John. He turned, pulled out his gun, and darted toward the man who was getting out of the Mercedes.

Too late.

A shot.

She watched in horror as Gil fell forward. He struggled to his knees and tried to raise his gun.

Oh, God, the man was pointing his gun at Gil again.

She didnt even realize she was moving until her hand grasped the gun and jerked it aside. The man turned toward her and her hand chopped down on the carotid artery in his neck. He grunted. His eyes glazed over. He was falling.

Ill drive. Get in the backseat with Gil. Logan was dragging Gil the few feet toward the limo. Try to stop the bleeding. Weve got to get out of here. Theyve got to have heard the shot.

Eve held the door for Logan and then dove into the seat beside Gil.

Jesus, he was pale. She tore open his shirt. Some blood, high up on the shoulder. What if he

Theyre coming! Logan shouted as the limo jumped forward.

She glanced out the window and saw three men pouring out of the cornfield.

Gravel flew as the limo tore down the road.

Logan glanced in the rearview mirror. How is he?

Its a shoulder wound. Not much bleeding. Hes conscious again. She glanced out the window once more. Theyve reached the road. Can you go any faster?

Im trying, he said through his teeth. Its like driving a damned yacht.

He had reached the paved road leading to the freeway, but the Mercedes was too fast. Its headlights were only yards behind them.

Then the Mercedes hit the side of the limo.

It was trying to force them off the road into the ditch.

It struck them again.

This time Logan barely managed to keep the car on the road.

Pull ahead, she said. Well be dead in the water if we end up in that ditch.

What do you think Im trying to do?

Thank God, the freeway was just up ahead.

The Mercedes hit the limo again and it spun toward the ditch.

Logan turned the wheel frantically and managed to keep the car from plunging down the incline.

That last hit caused them to skid to the other side of the road. Thats our chance, Eve said. Hit it!

He stomped on the accelerator.

Theyre too close. Logan was looking in the rearview mirror. Theyll catch us before we reach the freeway.

Thehellip; coffin, Gil murmured. Give them

No! Logan said.

Eve looked down at the coffin at her feet.

Give them the

Eve reached for the door handle.

What are you doing? Logan asked.

Shut up, Eve said fiercely. Gils right. They want this damn coffin. Theyre going to get it. Its not worth our lives.

What if they dont stop? Youve given it up for nothing.

I dont give a damn. Gils already been shot over this skull. No one else is going to be hurt. Slow down and keep the car in this lane. No matter what happens.

The car slowed, but it was still a struggle for her to open the door against the force of the wind.

Theyre gaining.

Just keep the car in this lane. She dragged and pushed the coffin toward the door. And as far ahead as you can.

I dont think I

Try. The wind had flung the door open and she shoved the coffin out. It bounced twice and skidded into the other lane.

Now, well see. Eves gaze was fixed on the on-coming Mercedes. Weve just got to hope they Yes.

The Mercedes had gone past the coffin. At first it seemed as if they were going to ignore it and con-tinue the pursuit. But then it slowed, suddenly made a U-turn, and started back.

The freeways just ahead, Logan said. The limo flew down the road and up the ramp to the freeway.

Cars. Trucks. People.

Relief flooded Eve as Logan merged with the traffic. Are we safe now?

No. Logan pulled over to the side of the free-way. Close that door. He turned to Gil. How are you doing?

Just a scratch. Not even bleeding anymore.

Im not sure its safe to stop. Ill call Margaret and have her get you some medical help. Youre sure youre not bleeding? Can you hold on until we get back to Bar-rett House?

Sure. Gils voice was weak. If I survived your driving, I can survive anything.

Thank God, he was well enough to joke, Eve thought with relief.

You couldnt have done any better, Logan said. And for that nasty remark I should dump you out and let you walk.

Ill shut up. He closed his eyes. And since thats so difficult for me, Ill think Ill take a little nap.

Bad idea, Logan said as he pulled back into the traffic. Stay awake. I have to know if you lose con-sciousness.

Sure. Anything to oblige. Ill just rest my eyes.

Logan met Eves gaze in the rearview mirror.

She nodded and his foot pressed harder on the accelerator.

What the hell are you doing? Fiske screeched. Youre losing them.

Shut up, Kenner said. I know what Im doing. The box is more important.

You idiot. Nothings more important. We went to all this trouble and now youre letting them get

Timwick said that if it came to a choice between retrieving what they went after or getting them, we should go for the retrieval.

We can go back for it later. Theyre just trying to divert us.

Do you think that didnt occur to me? I cant take the chance. Its in the middle of the road. It could be damaged or found.

In the middle of the night?

Timwick wants whats in that box.

Fury jolted through Fiske. There was no way they could catch up with Logan now. All because of Timwicks obsession with that damn box.

And Kenner was just like Timwick, so concerned with the small stuff that he couldnt see what was really important. You took one objective at a time and never let yourself be distracted.

Certainly not by a fucking box.

Two men in white uniforms streamed out of Barrett House as soon as Logan stopped the limo. Gil was transferred to a stretcher and whisked inside.

Eve got out of the car. Her knees were so weak, she had to lean against the fender.

You okay? Logan asked.

She nodded.

Ill tell Margaret to get you a cup of coffee, he said over his shoulder as he headed toward the house. I have to make sure Gil is going to be all right.

Dazed, she watched him disappear. Too much had happened in too short a time for her to compre-hend that it was really over. Or even that it had actu-ally happened.

But the crushed side of the limo was mute testimony to that terrifying chase.

And Gil Prices wound was not a figment of her imagination. He could have been killed. They all could have been killed if she hadnt tossed the coffin out of the limo.

Coffee. Margaret was thrusting a mug into her hand. Come into the house and sit down.

In a minute. My legs dont seem to be working right now. She took a sip of the coffee. Hows Gil?

Conscious and flippant as hell. The doctors ready to muzzle him.

The coffee was strong and the caffeine was begin-ning to kick in. How did you get a doctor out here at this time of night?

Money moves mountains. Margaret leaned against the limo. You scared?

Hell, yes. Shouldnt I be? Maybe youre used to people shooting each other, but Im not.

Im scared too. I never thought She drew a shaky breath. I never expected this. I thought I dont know what I thought.

But you still trust Logan enough to keep working for him?

Sure. She straightened. But Im damn well going to ask him for a raise and hazard pay. You ready to go inside now?

Eve nodded.

Hazard pay. Logans generosity was making sense to her now. This wasnt about dead cats and vicious vandalism. This was about murder. They had tried to murder Gil. They might have killed all of them if the limo had ended up in that ditch.

Better? Logan had come down the stairs. You have more color.

Do I? She took another sip of coffee. Hows Gil?

Flesh wound. Braden says hell be okay. He turned to Margaret. We dont want the police report filed yet. Talk Braden into a delay.

Yeah, sure, and let them accuse me of suppressing She sighed and headed for the stairs. Ill take care of it.

Margaret had reached the top before Logan turned back to Eve. We need to talk.

Id say thats an understatement. She moved toward the kitchen. But, right now, I have an empty cup and I need more coffee.

He followed her and dropped down into a chair at the table. Im sorry you were frightened.

Is that supposed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy? Her hand was shaking as she poured the coffee. It doesnt. Right now Im scared, but when I get over it, Im going to be mad as hell.

I know. I cant expect anything else. He paused. You were pretty amazing tonight. You probably saved Gils life. Where did you learn karate?

Joe. After Bonnie was I told you Id never be a victim again. Joe taught me how to take care of myself.

He smiled. And everyone else too, evidently.

Somebody had to help him. You obviously thought more of that damn coffin than of your friend. My God, youre obsessed. Im surprised you agreed to slow down so I could toss that thing out.

His smile faded. Gils been trained to take care of himself too. He had his job. I had mine.

And I have mine. She stared into his eyes. But I never bargained for anyone shooting at me.

I told you theyd try to stop us.

You didnt tell me theyd try to murder us.

No, I guess I didnt.

You know damn well you didnt. Her voice rose with anger. The whole thing was a disaster. You risked your life on a wild-goose chase and dragged me along with you. You almost got me killed, you son of a bitch.

Yes.

And there was no reason for it. I didnt have to be there.

Yes, you did.

What was I supposed to do? Work on the skull in the damn cornfield?

No.

Then, why did

Dr. Bradens leaving. Margaret was at the entryway. I believe things will go smoother if you clap him on the shoulder and see him on his way, John.

Right. Logan stood up. Will you come with me, Eve? Were not finished.

You bet were not. She followed him into the foyer and watched him with the doctor. Smooth as honey. Persuasive as Lucifer. It took only a few min-utes for him to send the man happily on his way.

She stood in the doorway as he escorted the doctor to his car.

Hes good, huh? Margaret murmured.

Too good. Suddenly the rage was gone, re-placed by weariness. What the hell difference did it make? Let him weave all his little webs and plots. None of it concerned her any longer.

Logan waved at the doctor, and then turned back to face her. His gaze narrowed warily. Youre not angry anymore. That could be bad or good.

Or neither. Why should I get upset? Its all water under the bridge. Im going upstairs to pack. Its over and Im out of here.

Its not over.

She stiffened. The hell its not.

Margaret hurriedly said, I think Ill go check on Gil, and left them.

Logans gaze never left Eves face. He repeated, Its not over, Eve.

I agreed to one job and one job only. Even if I werent ready to cut your throat for putting me in the spot you did tonight, that job ended when I tossed that skull out of the limo. If you think Im going to hang around here while you try to retrieve it, youre crazy.

I dont have to try to retrieve it.

Her eyes widened. What the hell do you mean?

Come with me.

What?

You heard me.

He turned and walked away from her.

NINE

The cemetery.

He was already past the wrought iron gate when she caught up with him. He moved purposefully down the row of graves.

She didnt follow. What are you doing?

Retrieving the skull. He stopped before Ran-dolph Barretts grave, lifted the pallet of carnations, and moved it aside. He picked up the shovel that had been hidden beneath it and began to dig. The earth was soft, recently turned, and the task went quickly. Since you called my hand, I have to supply you with a skull.

She stared at him in disbelief. Are you com-pletely crazy? Digging up any old corpse to She inhaled sharply as a sudden thought occurred to her. Good God.

He glanced up at her and answered her unspoken question. Yes, I retrieved the skull from that corn-field two months ago.

And you buried it again here. Thats why you covered all these graves with flowers. You wanted to erase any sign the grave had been disturbed.

He nodded as he kept on digging. Theres an old saying that the best place to hide anything is in plain sight, but I admit Im too anal to just leave it at that. I had Mark install an alarm that would go off if the box is touched, and I had him turn it off when I was in the house just now.

And you must have substituted another skull in that coffin in the cornfield. She glanced at the name on the tombstone. Was it Randolph Barretts?

No, Barretts only temporarily sharing his quar-ters. He died when he was sixty-four. I wanted a younger skull, so I bought one from a medical school in Germany.

Her head was whirling. Wait a minute. Why? Why have you gone to all this trouble?

I knew theyd tumble to what I was doing even-tually and that I might need a diversion. I hoped I wouldnt have to use it. I tried every way I could not to tip my hand, but something must have gone wrong. You hadnt even started the project. Things were moving too fast and I had to throw them off the track.

What do you mean, moving too fast? I dont know what the hell youre talking about.

You dont have to know. Its safer for you if you dont. He threw down his shovel, bent, and picked up the square lead box hed uncovered. All you have to do is the job I paid you for.

I dont have to know? Shock reverberated through her as all the implications of his deception hit home. Why, you son of a bitch.

Maybe. He set the box aside and began shovel-ing the dirt back into the grave. But it doesnt change anything.

It changes everything. Her voice was shaking with anger. You took me out there to that damn cornfield, knowing it was for nothing.

It wasnt for nothing. They knew you were on the job and I needed you there for window dressing to make the trip more convincing.

And almost got me killed.

Sorry. I cut it a little close.

Sorry? Is that all youve got to say? What about Gil Price? He was shot. He was trying to save that skull for you and it wasnt even the right one.

I hate to disappoint you. I know you want to pile all the guilt you can on my shoulders, but Gil knew exactly what he was doing. He arranged for the pur-chase of the skull for me.

He knew? Im the only one who was left in the dark?

Yes. He put the shovel down and drew the pallet of carnations over it and the grave. I wouldnt have let him walk into something like that without warning him.

But you let me walk into it.

You were supposed to be a bystander. Gil was going to participate. I didnt know youd be forced to

Bystander. She was growing more furious by the second. You set me up. I wondered why you wanted me there, but I didnt think it was to use me as bait.

The skull was the bait. As I said, you were there to make it all credible. I needed to make sure that theyd think our trip had enough significance for them to follow us.

You wanted them to chase us. You wanted them to get close enough so there would be a valid excuse for shoving that coffin out the limo.

He nodded. They had to believe that only des-peration would force me to give up the skull. I was planning on being the one to toss out the coffin, but then Gil was hurt and I had to drive.

And Gil told me to do it. Christ, you even ar-gued with me.

I figured it was the quickest way to get you to do it. You were angry enough with me to do anything I didnt want you to do.

And you would have risked letting Gil and me die to fool them.

I was in that car too.

If you want to commit suicide, thats your busi-ness. You had no right to endanger anyone else.

I thought it was the only solution.

Solution? My God, youre so obsessed with your damn politics, you were willing to stage a charade that could have killed all of us.

I needed to buy you some time.

Well, then, you did it for nothing. Her eyes blazed at him. If you think Id touch this job now, youre crazy. Id like to strangle you and bury you here beside Randolph Barrett. She whirled away from him. No, Id like to bury you somewhere no one would ever find you. You deserve it, you callous bastard.

Eve.

She ignored him as she started down the hill.

You have a perfect right to be angry with me, but there are things for you to consider. Will you let me clarify the situation so that you

She continued to ignore him and speeded up her pace. Manipulative son of a bitch. Crazy, conniving bastard.

She met Margaret on the stairs as she headed for her room. Gils asleep. I think

Arrange a car and a flight for me, she said curtly. Im out of here.

Oops. I gather John wasnt very persuasive. She grimaced. Cant say I blame you, but you really can trust John to

Forget it. Make that flight the next one out.

Ill have to check with John.

Get me out of here or Ill walk to Atlanta. She slammed the door of her room, flipped on the light, and moved toward the closet. She dragged her suit-case out, tossed it on the bed, and headed for the bureau.

You do have to listen to me, Logan said quietly from the doorway. I know its difficult to see things clearly when youre this upset, but I cant let you leave until you know what youre facing.

Im not interested in anything you have to say. She threw an armful of underthings into the suitcase. Why should I? Theyd probably be lies. Your credi-bility with me is the pits. You deceived me and you nearly got me killed.

But you werent killed. Getting you killed is the last thing I want.

She went back to the bureau and opened another drawer.

Okay, lets explore the situation. You didnt think what I wanted you to do was dangerous enough to cause anyone serious problems. It seems you were wrong. They wanted the skull enough to kill for it. Therefore, they think its as important as I do.

She dumped the contents of the second drawer into the suitcase. Its not Kennedy.

Then prove it to them. Prove it to both of us.

Screw you. I dont have to prove anything to anyone.

Im afraid you do.

She whirled to face him. The hell I do.

You do if you want to keep alive. He paused. And keep your mother alive.

She stiffened. Are you threatening me?

Me? No way. Im just telling you how it is. The situations escalated to the point where you have only two options. Prove Im right and let me go after the bastards with evidence. Prove me wrong and you can go to the media and get everyone off your back. He looked directly into her eyes. Because the alternative is to have them go after you and put you down. They wont care if Donnellis story is true or not. They wont want to take the chance.

I can get police protection.

That might help for a while. But its not a per-manent solution.

I can have Joe drag your ass in for questioning. I can tell them everything.

And Ill find a way to walk out, smelling like a rose. Thats what lawyers are for. He added soberly, I dont want to fight you, Eve. I want to keep you alive.

Bull. You want exactly what youve wanted from the beginning.

Yes, but one doesnt rule out the other. What happened at your lab was a warning, but what hap-pened tonight showed theyve pulled the gloves off.

Maybe.

Listen, think about it. He studied her face and then shook his head. Im not getting through to you, am I? Okay, I didnt want to tell you, but other wit-nesses are already being eliminated. Three people have been killed in the last few days.

Witnesses?

My God, the case has been riddled with unex-plained deaths since the assassination. You must have read about it. He paused. And now its started again. Thats why I wanted to cause a diversion tonight. I hoped the killing would stop if they had another focus.

Why should I believe you?

I can give you the names and addresses of the victims. You can check with the local police. As God is my witness, Im telling you the truth.

She believed him. She wished she didnt because his words shook her. Theres no reason for anyone to hurt my mother.

Not if they can get at you. If they cant, they might decide to use her as a threat or an example like that cat in your lab.

Blood. Her terror and horror at the first sight of the wreckage surged back. He had probably meant the reminder to do just that, but it wasnt necessary. The memory was vivid and knife-sharp and couldnt be pushed away. You keep saying they. Im tired of walking around in the dark. Who were those men fol-lowing us tonight? Whos doing this?

He didnt answer for a moment. The man whos calling the shots right now is James Timwick. Do you recognize the name?

She shook her head.

Hes very high in the Treasury Department.

And he was there tonight?

No, Im not sure who those men were. They probably dont have any official status. Timwick wouldnt want any direct connection to him. In a con-spiracy like this the fewer people who know, the safer hed be. It would be much easier for him if he could use the full force of the government. But Id bet theyre hired guns.

Hired guns. It sounded like something out of a bad western. And who did that to my lab?

Gil says it could be Albert Fiske. Hes worked for Timwick before.

Fiske. That blood and horror now had a name. I want Joe to know. He can track the bastard down.

Do you really want to involve Quinn before you have proof? Timwick is a heavyweight. With one phone call he could make your friends life very diffi-cult. His voice lowered persuasively, Go for that proof, Eve. Do your job. Youll make things easier for Quinn and safer for yourself.

And do what you want.

Theres a downside to everything. But dont cut off your nose to spite your face hellip; or me. You think Im wrong. Wouldnt proving it punish me for all the problems Ive forced on you?

Attempted murder can hardly be called a problem.

Ive leveled with you. And Ive warned you. Its your decision now.

It always has been.

Then make the right one. He turned to leave. It will take a little time to arrange security to take you home. Ill tell Margaret to make reservations for you on the afternoon flight out of Reagan National.

What if I want to leave now?

He shook his head. Ive made you a target and Im going to protect you as best I can. Ill also double the security surrounding your mother and the house in Atlanta. He looked back at her. Change your mind, Eve. Forget how angry you are at me and do whats best for you and your mother.

The door closed behind him before she could an-swer. Hit and run. Manipulative bastard.

Keep your mother alive.

She tried to smother the panic rising inside her. He had cleverly chosen the words that would strike deepest. She should ignore everything hed said and get the hell out of there. Shed never have come if shed known it could lead to this. Hed deliberately deceived her and embroiled her in a situation that

Slow down. Forget the fact that she wanted to wring Logans neck. The situation existed. Now what could she do about it?

Prove me wrong.

Tempting bait. If she worked hard, in a couple days she could have the proof.

And give in to Logan after all the hell hed put her through?

No way. Not if there was any other path she could take.

Do whats best for you and your mother.

She slowly moved to the window. It was begin-ning to get light. By afternoon she could be on her way home. God, how she wanted to be back where everything was safe and familiar.

But it might no longer be safe there. Just the deci-sion to take Logans job might have destroyed the peace and safety shed so carefully cultivated through the years since Frasers execution. She was being drawn back into that nightmarish quagmire in which shed almost drowned after Bonnie died.

She would not drown. If she survived Bonnies death, she could survive anything.

BARRETT HOUSE

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

Logan was standing in the foyer when she came down the stairs just after one oclock.

A slow smile lit his face. You dont have your suitcase.

Its still packed. Im going to get out of here the minute Im finished. But I decided that doing the job is the best way to cut all ties to this mess. She moved down the hall toward the lab. Wheres the skull?

Youre heading right toward it. The box is on your desk. He followed her. But dont you think youd better get some sleep first?

Ive already slept. I took a shower and a nap after I made my decision to get on with it.

You could have sent me word and relieved my mind.

I have no desire to relieve your mind.

I can see your point. But youre doing the intelli-gent thing.

If I didnt think that, Id be heading for the front door instead of the lab. She gave him a cool glance. And lets be clear. The minute I prove that skull doesnt belong to Kennedy, Im going to call the newspapers and let them know what an ass you are.

Fair enough.

And I wont be held incommunicado. Im calling Mom and Joe every day Im here.

Have I ever tried to stop you? Youre no prisoner. I hope we can work together.

Not likely. She threw open the door of the lab. The lead box occupied the center of the desk, and she moved brusquely toward it. I work alone.

May I ask how long its going to take you?

It depends on the condition of the skull. If its not a jigsaw puzzle, two, maybe three days.

It looked pretty intact to me. He paused. Try to make it two, Eve.

Dont push me, Logan.

I have to push you. I dont know how much time I bought. Timwick wont assume the skull he has is the right one. Hell have it examined by one of your forensic counterparts. Hes bound to find out hes got the wrong one.

According to you, he wouldnt want to take the chance of having the skull identified.

Hed have to. He wouldnt risk tapping DNA or dental records, but hed do this. There are always ways to dispose of people who know too much. So if the sculptors goodhellip; two days?

It depends if he works on a cast of the skull or the skull itself. And if hes willing to push himself.

He wont have to push himself, Timwick will be doing it for him. Whos good enough?

There are only four or five top forensic sculptors in the country.

So I found out when I was searching for one. My attorney had an easy job gathering the shortlist.

She opened the lead box. I wish to hell youd picked someone else.

But youre the best. I had to have the best. Whos second best?

Simon Doprel. He has the touch.

Touch?

She shrugged. You do the measuring and the judgment calls, but when you get down to the final stages of the sculpting, its pretty much instinct. Its as if you feel whats right and wrong. Some of us have it, some dont.

Interesting. He grimaced. And maybe a little eerie.

Dont be stupid, she said coldly. Its a talent, not some kind of paranormal idiocy.

And Doprel has it too?

Yes. She carefully lifted the scorched skull out of the box. Caucasian. Male. Facial bones almost en-tirely intact. A good portion of the back of the skull was missing.

Not very pretty, is he? Logan said.

You wouldnt be pretty either if youd gone through what he did. Donnelli was lucky. The brain could have blown forward instead of backward and then there wouldnt have been any blackmailhellip; or any reconstruction.

The fire caused the brain to explode?

She nodded. It happens almost all the time with fire victims.

He went back to the previous conversation. So Doprel would be a reasonable first choice?

If Timwick could get him. Most of his work is done for the NYPD.

Timwick can get him. He looked at the skull. Two days, Eve. Please.

It will get done when it gets done. Dont worry, Im not going to waste time. I want this over. She moved over to the pedestal and placed the skull in the center. Now, get out of here. Ive got measuring to do and I have to concentrate.

Yes, maam. A few moments later the door closed.

She hadnt taken her eyes away from the skull. Shut Logan out. Dont let anything get in the way. Every measurement had to be exact.

But not yet. First she had to establish a link, just as she usually did. It was probably going to be harder since this was an adult and not a child. She had to re-member that he was also a lost one. She measured dif-ferent parts of the cranium and wrote the numbers down on her pad. Youre not who he says you are, but that doesnt matter. Youre important in your own right, Jimmy.

Jimmy? Where had that come from?

It could be Jimmy Hoffa or some Mafia goon.

Grinning, she remembered the reasons she had told Logan she shouldnt take the job.

But here she was doing it.

And Jimmy was as good a name as any.

Im going to do all kinds of undignified things to you, but its all for a good cause, Jimmy, she mur-mured. Just hang in there with me, okay?

CHEVY CHASE, MARYLAND

TUESDAY EVENING

Ive no time for this, Timwick, Simon Doprel said. Youve pulled me away from an important case thats going to trial next month. Find someone else.

Its only a few days. You agreed to do it.

I didnt agree to leave New York and come down here to the country. Your men practically kidnapped me. Why couldnt you bring the skull to me?

It had to be kept confidential. Dont back out now. Finding out if this is the terrorist weve been looking for is more important than a murder case.

Whats the Treasury Department doing chasing terrorists? Simon asked sourly.

We always get involved if the threat concerns the White House. If you need anything, just ask Fiske. Hell be closer than your shadow until you finish the job. Timwick smiled. We want to make you as comfortable as we can while youre with us. He walked out of the room and closed the door.

It was just as well Doprel was so reluctant to do the job, he thought grimly. He would work at top speed, and speed was what they needed.

When Timwick had been told how the skull had been tossed from the limo, hed been immediately suspicious. The retrieval might have been a little too easy. Fear for their lives could have made Logan sacri-fice the skull, but it might also have been a diversion. Why not take out the skull before throwing out the coffin? Panic?

Logan wasnt a man to panic, but hed been driving. Kenner had said it was the woman who had thrown out the coffin. At any rate, they would know soon.

And the surveillance would go on at Barrett House until they did.

Youre awake. Logan came into the room and dropped down in the chair beside Gils bed. How are you feeling?

A hell of a lot better if that doctor hadnt doped me up, Gil growled. My shoulders fine, but Ive got a jumbo headache.

You needed the rest.

Not twelve hours. He struggled to sit up. Whats happening?

Logan leaned forward and adjusted the pillows against the headboard. Eves working on the skull now.

Im surprised. I thought your decision to take her along was a mistake. You could have scared her off.

Or made her mad enough to dig in her heels. It could have gone either way. But I didnt have a choice. I needed to make them think that what we were doing was important. I wasnt expecting them to get that close.

You mean you were hoping they wouldnt. He smiled sardonically. Dont bullshit me. You would have done it anyway.

Probably. He added soberly, That doesnt stop me from being sorry about letting you take the heat.

Thats why I was there. We agreed that Id run interference while you took care of the red herring. Gil made a face. But I was clumsy. I would have been toast if it hadnt been for our bone lady. She was damn good.

Yes, very good. It seems Quinn thought she should know how to protect herself from the Frasers of the world.

Quinn again?

Logan nodded. He always seems to be in the background, doesnt he? He stood up. Im going to go down and take Eve a sandwich. She hasnt left the lab yet.

Im sure shell be grateful youre going to allow her to eat.

Drop the sarcasm.

I wasnt being sarcastic. I meant it. Now that youve got her on the job, I imagine youll crack the whip until you get what you want.

She wouldnt let me. Anything I can get you?

My CD player and discs. He grinned. How thick are these walls? I was thinking about tor-menting you with Loretta Lynns Coal Miners Daughter.

If you do, Ill ask Margaret to come in and play Florence Nightingale.

You wouldnt dare, Im a sick man. His smile disappeared. How much time do you think we have?

Three days maximum. Once they find out theyve got the wrong skull, theyll launch an all-out war. Weve got to be out of here by that time. He headed for the door. So get well and on your feet.

Tomorrow. Ill be up and functioning and back at the carriage house. Im tempted to loll in bed with Loretta and Garth Brooks, but its not worth the chance of Margaret nursing me.

Logan closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later he was knocking on the lab door, a ham sandwich and bowl of vegetable soup on a tray in his hand.

No answer.

May I come in?

Go away. Im busy.

I have food. Youve got to stop and eat sometime.

Put it down and Ill get to it later.

Logan hesitated and then set the tray on the table beside the door. Try to make it soon. The soup will get cold.

Christ, he sounded like a nagging wife. How far the mighty had fallen. Its a good thing Margaret wasnt nearby to hear that curt rejection. It would have amused the hell out of her.

TEN

"You didnt eat your dinner. You cant work if you dont eat, Mama.

Eve slowly raised her head from the desk.

Bonnie was sitting on the floor by the door, her arms linked around her knees. And its dumb to fall asleep at your desk when you have a bed to go to.

I was going to close my eyes for only a minute, she said defensively. I have work to do.

I know. Bonnie looked at the skull on the pedestal. Good work.

Good?

I think so. Bonnies forehead was creased in a puzzled frown. Im not sure. I think its important. Thats why I called you up to the cemetery.

You didnt call me. It was an impulse.

Bonnie smiled Was it?

Or maybe all those flowers on the graves stirred some kind of subliminal message. I knew Logan was devious and maybe I suspected he was Stop smiling.

Im sorry. Im actually very proud of you. Its nice to have a mom whos so smart. Wrong, but still very smart. She looked back at the skull. Youre get-ting along pretty well with Jimmy, arent you?

Fair. There are some problems.

Youll solve them. Ill help you.

What?

I always try to help you in whatever you do.

Oh, now youre my guardian angel? And I sup-pose you were looking out for me when I was in that limo the other night.

No, I couldnt do anything. It scared me. I want to be with you but not yet. Its not your time and it would upset the balance.

Bull. If there was any sense or balance in the uni-verse, you would never have been taken from me.

I dont know how it works. Sometimes things go terribly wrong. But I dont want it to go wrong for you too, Mama. Thats why you have to be very careful now.

Im being careful and trying my darnedest to get out of this mess. Thats why Im working on Jimmy.

Yes, Jimmy is important Bonnie sighed I wish he werent. It would be easier. She leaned back against the wall. I can see youre going to push yourself to exhaustion in the next few days. If you wont go to bed, lay your head back down on the desk and go to sleep.

I am asleep.

Of course you are. Sometimes I forget Im only a dream. Well, will you do me a favor and lay your head back down on the desk? Its a little weird sleeping sit-ting upright in that chair.

Youre the one whos weird. She laid her head on her arms on the desk. After a moment she asked in a low voice, Are you leaving now?

Not yet. Ill stay awhile. I like to watch you when youre sleeping. All the kinks and worries kind of flow away. Its nice to see you that way.

Eve could feel the tears burn her eyes even as her lids closed Weird kidhellip;

BARRETT HOUSE

WEDNESDAY MORNING

You didnt eat anything last night. Logan opened the door and strode into the lab carrying a breakfast tray. I hate to have my labor wasted. Im going to stay and watch you polish off this meal.

Eve looked up from the skull. Your concern is touching. She went to the sink and washed her hands. Except I know you just dont want me to keel over and waste time.

Exactly. He settled himself in the visitors chair. So humor me.

The hell I will. She sat down at the desk and took the napkin off the tray. Ill eat because Im hungry and its sensible. Period.

Thats putting me in my place. I dont care as long as you eat. He was studying her face. You look surprisingly rested but your bed hasnt been slept in.

I took a nap here. She drank the glass of orange juice. And stay out of my bedroom, Logan. Youve invaded too many parts of my life as it is.

I feel a sense of responsibility. I want to help.

To speed up the work?

Only partly. Im not a complete bastard.

She took a bite of omelette.

He chuckled. That was a weighted silence. Well, at least youre not openly attacking me. That nap was good for you. I sense a slight mellowing.

Then you sense wrong. I just dont have time to try to analyze your good and bad points. Im busy.

Even thats a concession. His gaze went to the pedestal. I see youve gotten to the voodoo doll stage. Did you name him too?

Jimmy.

Why did He chuckled again as he under-stood. Its not Hoffa, Eve.

Well see. To her surprise, she found herself smiling. After the tension of the hours of work it was good to relax for a few momentshellip; even with Logan. Though I dont think youd be this involved with a labor leader.

Well, lets just say I wouldnt regard resur-recting him of paramount importance. His gaze returned to the pedestal. Interesting. It seems im-possible you can rebuild a face with that little to go on. How do you do it?

What do you care? As long as it gets done.

Im cursed with an inquiring mind. Is that so odd?

She shrugged. I guess not.

What are those little sticks called?

Tissue-depth markers. Theyre usually made of ordinary pencil erasers, the kind you use in a me-chanical pencil. I cut each marker to the proper mea-surement and glue it onto its specific point on the face. There are more than twenty points of the skull for which there are known tissue depths. Facial tissue depth has been found to be fairly consistent in people the same age, race, sex, and weight. There are anthro-pological charts that give a specific measurement for each point. For instance, in a Caucasian male of average weight, the tissue-depth thickness at the mid-philtrum point is

What?

Sorry. I mean the space between the nose and top lip is ten millimeters. The architecture of the bone beneath the tissue determines whether someone has a jutting chin or bulging eyes or what-ever.

And what do you do next?

I take strips of plasticine and apply them between the markers, then build up to all of the tissue-depth points.

It sounds like a connect the dots game.

Sort of, only in three-dimension and its a hell of a lot more difficult. I have to concentrate on the scien-tific elements of building the face, like keeping true to the tissue-depth measurements as I fill in between the plasticine strips and considering where the facial muscles are located and how they affect the contours of the face.

But what about the size of the nose? Old Jimmy doesnt have one.

Thats a toughie. The width and length is determined again by measurements. For a Caucasian like Jimmy, I measure the nasal opening at the widest point and add five millimeters on each side for the nostrils. That gives me the width. The length, or pro-jection, depends on the measurement of the little bone at the base of the nasal opening, called the nasal spine. Its very simple. I multiply the spine measure-ment by three and add the mid-philtrum tissue-depth measurement.

Ah, the dreaded mid-philtrum again.

Do you want to know this or not?

Yes, I always joke when Im faced with some-thing a little out of my depth. He made a face. Honest, I didnt mean it. Go on.

The nasal spine also determines the angle of the nose. It will show me if the nose is turned up, angled down, or very straight. Once youve got the nose, the ears are easier. Theyre usually as long as the nose.

It sounds very precise.

She shrugged. I wish it were. Even with all the formulas and measurements and scientific data about what makes up a nose, theres no way I can be sure Im reconstructing the original nose. Ive just got to do my best and hope I come close.

And the mouth?

Measurements again. The height of the lips is determined by measuring the distance between the top and bottom gum line. The width is generally the distance between the canine teeth, which usually co-incides with the distance between the centers of the eyes. Thickness of the lips comes from the anthropo-logical charts for tissue depth. Like the nose, I have no clues about the unique shape, so I have to use instinct and judgment to She pushed the tray away and stood up. I dont have time to talk anymore. I have to get back to work.

Then I assume Im dismissed again. He rose to his feet and picked up the tray. Would it be all right if I come in and watch you sometime, or would that be invading your space?

Why? Do you think Im really going to make him look like Jimmy Hoffa?

No. But could it happen?

She shook her head. Havent you been listening? The bone structure tells the tale.

What about the smoothing and filling-in process and the judgment calls on the nose and mouth and

Okay, if you have a preconceived idea of iden-tity, it might influence what you do. Thats why I never look at photos until Im finished. During this period I dont allow myself any creativity. Pure sci-ence has to guide the basic foundation for the face. When the technical development is complete, then I can consider the face as a whole and give artistic judg-ment full rein until its finished. If I didnt do it that way, the product would just be a sculpture and not a facial reconstruction. Her lips tightened. You can bet I wouldnt let that happen. Jimmys not going to look like Hoffa unless hes Hoffa. So you dont have to keep an eye on me, Logan.

That wasnt my intention. He grimaced. If I admit Im tense and maybe a little worried, would you please let me come?

Doubts? I thought you were so sure it was Kennedy.

I want to see that skull come to life, Eve, he said simply. I know that I dont deserve any consid-eration, but will you let me?

She hesitated. She was still annoyed and re-sentful. After all he had done, she should tell him to go jump in the lake. On the other hand, a truce might be necessary for getting out of this predicament safely. She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. I dont care if you dont talk to me. I probably wouldnt know youre in the room. If you open your mouth, youre out.

Not a word. He headed for the door. You wont even know Im here. Ill bring you food and coffee and then curl up in the corner like a docile pussycat.

I dont know any cats that are docile. She moved toward the pedestal and was already closing him out. Just be quiethellip;

CHEVY CHASE

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

You dont seem to be progressing very fast, Doprel, Fiske said. And youre not even working on the skull.

I never work on the skull, Doprel said. Im making a cast and Ill do the work on that.

Does everyone? It seems like a waste of time.

No, but I prefer to do it that way, Doprel said with irritation. Its safer. I dont have to be so careful of the skull.

Timwick wants the work done quickly. This cast is

I work the way I work, Doprel said coldly. I find it goes even faster when I dont have to be cautious.

Timwick doesnt care if the skull is damaged. We dont have time for the cast. He paused. Id think youd want to get this done fast so you can go home.

Its not the way I He hesitated. Screw it. What the hell do I care if the damn thing gets broken? Ill work on the skull. Now leave me alone, Fiske. Youre supposed to bring me meals and get me what I need, not criticize my methods.

Arrogant prick. He was treating Fiske like a lousy servant. Fiske had seen those scientific types before. They thought they were better and smarter than everyone else. Doprel with all his training and brains couldnt do what Fiske did in a million years. He wouldnt have either the cunning or the guts.

But maybe Doprel would learn his mistake be-fore this was over. Timwick said it depended on the results. Fiske smiled. I didnt mean to offend. He started to leave. Let me go make a pot of coffee for you.

BARRETT HOUSE

WEDNESDAY

10:50 P.M.

Done.

Eve stepped back, took off her glasses, and wiped her stinging eyes with the back of her hands. The meticulous work of laying the clay strips was fin-ished, and her eyes were strained badly. She didnt dare do anything else right now; she couldnt risk making a mistake. Shed sit down, rest for an hour or so, and then begin again.

She crossed to the desk, dropped down in the chair, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

Are you okay? Logan asked.

She jumped, and her gaze flew to the far corner of the lab. Jesus, she had forgotten he was in the room. In the past twenty-four hours, he had moved in and out of the lab like a ghost, and she couldnt remember him even speaking to her.

Maybe he had. She had been so absorbed with Jimmy that she didnt remember much of those hours. She vaguely recalled she had called her mother once but had no idea what she had said.

Okay? Logan repeated.

Of course Im okay. I was just resting. I dont have the best vision in the world and my eyes are strained.

With good reason. Ive never seen anyone work with that much intensity. Michelangelo probably was less tense when he was sculpting David.

He had more time.

Hows it coming?

I dont know. I never know until its done. Im through with the donkey work. Now comes the hard part.

A little rest might help. He was sitting with apparent ease, but she was suddenly aware of the ten-sion in him.

I was trying to rest, she said dryly.

Sorry. And I was trying to help. He smiled crookedly. Ive been expecting you to collapse any minute.

But you didnt stop me.

I cant. The clocks ticking. He paused. How long?

Twelve hours. Maybe a little longer. She wearily leaned back in the chair again. I dont know. As long as it takes. Dont nag me, dammit.

Right. He rose jerkily to his feet. Ill leave you alone to rest. Why dont you lie down on the couch? When do you want me to wake you?

I dont want to sleep. I just have to rest my eyes.

Then Ill come back later. He added as he moved toward the door, If you dont mind.

It doesnt matter. She closed her eyes again. Tell me, Logan, doesnt all this subservience and courtesy stick in your throat?

A little. But I can live with it. I learned a long time ago that if youre not the most important chip in a computer, you grease the wheels and dont get in the way.

I believe thats the worst mix of metaphors Ive heard.

How would you know? Your minds probably too blurry for you to think straight.

I dont have to think. From now on its pure in-stinct. I just have to be able to see.

I can feed you, but I cant help you there.

At this point, no one can help me.

The door closed behind him.

No one, she murmured. Its just between you and me, isnt it, Jimmy?

CHEVY CHASE

WEDNESDAY EVENING

11:45 P.M.

Hes nearly finished, Timwick, Fiske said. He said the job was easier than he thought. Maybe another twelve hours.

Have you seen the skull?

I cant make anything of it. It doesnt even have a nose or eyes yet. I think youre wasting your time.

Ill be the judge of that. Call me when hes done and Ill come right down.

Fiske replaced the receiver. Twelve more hours and hed know if Doprel or Logan and Duncan were the targets. He almost hoped it was Doprel. Logan and Duncan were more of a challenge, but Doprel was beginning to annoy him beyond belief.

BARRETT HOUSE

THURSDAY

6:45 A.M.

Smooth the clay.

Delicacy.

Sensitivity.

Let the tips of your fingers move of their own volition.

Dont think.

Help me, Jimmy.

The clay was cool, but her fingertips felt warm, almost hot, as they molded and smoothed.

Generic ears. She had no idea whether theyd stuck out or had longer lobes.

A longer, thinner nose.

Mouth?

Generic again. She knew the width but not the shape. She made the lips closed, without expression.

Eyes.

So important. So difficult. No measurements and very few scientific indicators. Okay, dont be in a rush. Study the shape and angle of the orbits. The size of eyeballs were all pretty much the same and grew only a little from infancy to adulthood. Should she make Jimmys eyes protruding, deep-set, or somewhere in between? The angle of the orbits and the bony ridge above would help her decide.

But not yet. Eyes were always a clincher. Most forensic sculptors worked from top to bottom and the eyes went in close to the beginning. She had never been able to do that. Shed found that she had an even greater tendency to hurry if the eyes were looking at her.

Bring me home.

More smoothing along the cheekbone. Not too deep.

Dont look at the face as a whole. Take each sec-tion and feature separately.

Smooth.

Fill in.

Slow down. You cant let go yet. Dont let your mind totally guide your hands. Dont visualize. Build. Measurements are still critical. Check them again.

Nose width, 32 mm. Okay.

Nose projection, 19 mm. Okay.

Lip height, 14 mm. No, it should be 12. Bring the top lip down, its usually thinner than the bottom lip.

Build up more around the mouth, theres a major muscle under there.

More shaping to the nostrils.

A little creasing on each side of the nose. How deep?

Whats the difference? Nobody ever identified anyone by a skin crease.

Deepen the area around the lower lip.

Why? It didnt matter. Do it.

Smooth.

Mold.

Fill in.

Sun lines around the eye cavities. Lines around the mouth.

She was working feverishly now. Her hands flew over Jimmys face.

Almost finished.

Who are you, Jimmy? Help me. Were almost done. Well take a photo and circulate it and someone will take you home.

Smooth.

Mold.

Stop. Dont gild the lily.

She stepped back and drew a deep breath. Shed done all she could do.

Except the eyes.

What color? Logan would probably prefer she use blue. Kennedys blue eyes were as famous as his smile. Screw Logan. This couldnt be Kennedy and why should she indulge Logan. She took another step back and allowed herself to look at the full face for the first time. She would use the brown she usually

Oh, my God.

She stood frozen, staring at the face shed created. She felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach.

No.

It was a lie.

She moved slowly, heavily, over to the table, where the small eye case lay open. The eyeballs glit-tered up at herblue, brown, gray, hazel, green.

She took the case and carried it to the pedestal.

She was exhausted; her mind could be playing tricks on her. The eyes would make a difference. Brown. Put in brown eyes.

Her hand was shaking as she took out the first brown eyeball and inserted it in the left cavity. Then she took the second eyeball and fitted it to the right.

Youve put in the wrong eyes, Logan said from the corner. You know it, Eve.

She stared straight into the brown eyes before her, her back rigid. I dont know it.

Put in the right eyes.

Its a mistake. I made a mistake somewhere along the way.

You dont allow yourself to make mistakes. Put in the eyes that you know belong with the face.

She took out the brown eyes and put them back in the case. She stood staring blindly down at the eyes in the case.

You know which ones to use, Eve.

All right. She reached down, picked up the eye-balls, and jammed them in the sockets.

Now step back and look at him.

She moved back from the pedestal. Incredible. God in heaven, it couldnt be true.

But there couldnt be any doubt.

You bastard. Her voice was shaking as she stared into the gray eyes. She was shaking. She felt as if the entire globe was trembling on its axis. Its Ben Chadbourne. Its the President.

CHEVY CHASE

Well? Doprel asked sourly. Is it your terrorist?

Timwick gazed at the skull. Youre sure this is a correct representation?

Im sure. May I go home now?

Yes, thank you for your hard work. Ill have you driven back to New York immediately. Naturally, youll keep this quiet. We wouldnt want a security leak.

Ive no desire to talk about this job. It hasnt been a highlight of my career. Ill go pack. Doprel strode out of the room.

Shall I take him back? Fiske asked from where he stood behind Timwick.

No. Timwick turned away from the bust. The skulls a ringer. Doprels not important anymore. Ill send him home with someone else. I have other work for you and well have to move fast. He moved toward the phone. Leave me alone. I have some phone calls to make.

He waited until Fiske was out the door before he punched in the secure line at the White House.

Its not him. Same age. Same general facial struc-ture. But its not him.

BARRETT HOUSE

You lied to me, Eve whispered. She whirled on Logan. You lied.

Yes. Its the last lie Ill tell you, Eve.

You expect me to believe that? Every way I turn I find out youve lied to me again. You never thought it was Kennedy. My God, you even put all those books and reports about him in your desk just to make me believe what you wanted me to believe. It was all some kind of wild red herring.

There wasnt anything wild about it. I worked very hard to make that lie plausible. I had to have a cover to hide the fact that I was having Donnellis claim investigated. Thats why I laid the false trail to Kennedy. So they couldnt be sure if I suspected something or I was just a crackpot. I had also begun a discreet search for a forensic sculptor, the one person who could reveal if theres any truth to Donnellis story.

Me.

Yes, you were the key player I needed.

Her gaze went back to Jimmys skull. No, not Jimmy anymore. Ben Chadbourne, President of the United States. She shook her head. Its all crazy. When you told me what had happened at Donnellis funeral home, I assumed it had taken place decades ago. Thats what you meant me to think.

Yes. It was only two years ago.

Lies.

You had to be entirely uninfluenced, with no preconceived ideas. That was the only way to guar-antee that you would reconstruct the face that be-longed on that skull. His gaze followed hers to Chadbournes face. It was something of a miracle watching you work, bringing him to life. I was almost sure it was him, but every touch seemed to

How did he die? Murder?

Probably. It would make sense.

And that man in the White House is one of his doubles?

He nodded.

She shook her head. Its too bizarre. It couldnt be pulled off with Chadbourne anymore than with Kennedy. The office is too public.

But they did it.

Timwick?

Hes the front man.

Fronting for who?

Chadbournes wife. She has to be the one pulling the strings. Shes the only one who has the power to protect any double and coach him.

Lisa Chadbourne. Eve remembered her at the press conference; she had stood on the sidelines, her gaze fixed lovingly on her husband. And shes sup-posed to be a murderer?

Maybe. We cant be sure until we find out what happened to Ben Chadbourne.

What motive could she possibly have?

I dont know. Ambition, possibly. Shes smart and savvy and knows how to manipulate a situation. She worked her way through law school and became a partner in a prestigious law firm. After she married Chadbourne she pushed him until he made it to the White House. Once there, she did everything right. He smiled sardonically. Shes the perfect first lady.

I dont believe it could be her.

I didnt think you would. I had a few problems believing it myself. Id met her a few times and I liked her. That combination of charm and intelligence can be very disarming.

Eve shook her head.

Im throwing too much at you. I wish I could let you have longer to absorb it all, but I cant. Were almost out of time. He stood up. All right, dont believe its Lisa Chadbourne. Believe someone else is behind it. But youll grant that she has to be in on any conspiracy for it to work?

Thatshellip; reasonable. She glanced back at the skull. But what if this isnt Chadbourne? What if this is the double?

Its Chadbourne.

Because you want it to be?

Because it is. Its the only thing that makes sense. He paused. Because it was James Timwick who delivered that body to Donnelli.

How can you be sure? Donnellis father could have lied.

Im sure he could have. He appears to have been pretty much of a scumball. But he wasnt a dumb scumball. He dealt with some pretty lethal characters and he had to protect himself. Hed equipped his crematorium with an audiotaping setup. He got Timwick on audiotape. He smiled crookedly. It was part of his legacy to his son and the bait that hooked me. Because of that tape, I had Gil check into the story.

If you had a tape that incriminating, you wouldnt need any more proof. You could take it to the authorities or the media and let them

He was shaking his head. It wasnt incrimi-nating enough. No detail. No Hey, Im James Timwick and Im burning up the President of the United States. It was just general conversation while they were in the crematorium. Timwick ordered one of his men to help him with the body. Once, he asked Donnelli for a chair so he could sit down. Evidently the poor man had a taxing evening and he was tired. Comments like that.

Then how do you know it was Timwick?

Id met him before. Hes director of the Secret Service and attended a good many of Chadbournes functions and he

Secret Service. You said he was high up in the Treasury Department. Her lips tightened. Oh, yes, the Secret Service is part of the Treasury Depart-ment. Just another little evasion.

Sorry. He continued. Timwick had a very dis-tinguished career and was a key player in getting Chadbourne elected. His voice is very distinctive. Hes from Massachusetts and the accent is pretty un-mistakable. I had a hunch it was him, and when Don-nelli Junior sent me the cassette, I ran some of the videotapes I made of Chadbourne on the campaign trail and did a comparison. It wasnt difficult. Timwick isnt a man who likes to stay in the background. I think he was disappointed Chadbourne didnt give him a cabinet post.

I cant believe they let Donnelli live to black-mail them. Why didnt they just force him to give up the tape and the skull?

He told them he put a copy of the tape and an explanation in the hands of a lawyer, who would send it immediately to the media if he disappeared or died of unnatural causes.

Then he died of a heart attack, and his son did disappear.

But they werent responsible, so they had to assume Donnelli Junior had made a better deal. I imagine the hunt for him was pretty intense. I was careful, but there might have been something that led them to believe Donnelli might have made con-tact with me. He shrugged. Maybe not. It could be they were looking for anything or anyone suspi-cious and I set off the alarm bell.

Its incredible. Why would they do away with Chadbourne?

I have no idea. I can only guess. He shrugged. Lisa Chadbournes a unique woman. Some people say that she would have made a better president than her husband. But the consensus is that the country isnt ready to accept a woman president yet, so she has to work behind the scenes. It must have grated on her to always stay in the background. And Ben Chad-bourne was a strong man himself. Maybe she wanted more control over him. More control of the country.

Thats a lot of maybes.

Theyre all I have to give you. All I can tell you is that I believe it happened. Will you do me a favor? Go to the library and pop in the videotapes in the top desk drawer. There are three of them with recent Chadbourne speeches and press conferences. Ive edited them for comparison. Id appreciate it if youd try to watch with an open mind.

And what do you expect me to see?

Just watch them.

Its crazy. Like some kind of

What can it hurt?

She was silent and then jerkily nodded her head. Okay. She headed for the door. Ill watch them.

As soon as she left, Logan crossed to the desk and dialed Gil at the carriage house. Shes finished. The skull is Chadbourne.

Gil cursed softly. I dont know why it comes as a shock. We knew it probably would be.

Hell, I watched her doing it and I felt the same way when I saw it.

How is she taking it?

Multiply your reaction by about a million and youd come close. Shes not sure she believes me. Cant blame her. I wouldnt after all the deceptions Ive laid on her. At least she agreed to look at the tapes. After she finishes, Ill have another go at her.

Do we have time?

God knows. But the ID on the skull is just the first crack in the door. We still need her and we need her to believe hes Chadbourne. After that, every-thing will fall in line. Are you ready to go?

Yep.

Tell Mark and Margaret to pack up everything. Get them out of here as soon as possible.

Done.

Logan replaced the receiver and moved to stand before Chadbournes skull. Poor bastard. He didnt deserve this fate. Logan had never agreed with his politics, but he had liked the man. No one could help but like Ben Chadbourne. He had dreamed dreams and tried to turn them into reality. He lacked practi-cality and probably would have increased the na-tional debt astronomically, but there werent many men who dreamed at all these days.

And those who did usually ended like this man staring back at him with bright glass eyes.

ELEVEN

It couldnt be true.

Chadbournehellip;

Eves gaze was fastened on the TV screen. The last tape was almost over. The face was the same, the mannerisms the same, even the voice and intonations seemed identical.

Lisa Chadbourne was present at almost every public function starting after November two years before, and Eve had begun to focus on her during the last tape.

Always charming, never losing her loving smile, her gaze always fastened on Chadbourne. Chad-bourne glancing frequently at her with affection and respect even in the midst

Eve suddenly sat upright in her chair.

She watched the tape for a few more minutes, jumped to her feet, and hurried across the room to rerun the tape from the beginning.

Shes signaling him, Eve said flatly when she walked back into the lab ten minutes later. A whole set of signals. When she smooths the front of her skirt, he cracks a joke. When she folds her hands on her lap, he gives a negative response. When she straightens the collar of her suit, its a yes. I dont know what the rest means, but those are pretty obvious. Whenever hes uncertain, she gives him the answer.

Yes.

You knew it. Why didnt you tell me to watch out for it?

I hoped youd find out for yourself.

Shes controlling him like a puppet, she said slowly.

Logans gaze narrowed on her face. And do you really believe the Ben Chadbourne who was elected to the presidency would let anyone else pull the strings?

She was silent a moment. No.

Then is it reasonable that man is not Ben Chadbourne?

Its not reasonable, its crazy. She paused. But it could be the truth.

Thank God. His sigh of relief came from deep in his chest. He moved toward the door. Pack up the skull. Theres a leather carrying case in the closet. Weve got to get out of here.

Not until we talk. You havent told me every-thing, have you?

No, well talk later. I dont know how much time we have right now. The only reason I risked staying this long is that I had to have your cooperation.

We do have time. For Gods sake, do you expect someone to break through those electric gates?

Maybe. His lips tightened grimly. It could happen. Anything could happen. Think about the power of the presidency. There isnt much that couldnt be covered up if you have enough clout. As long as they think they have Chadbournes skull, theyll go slowly, eliminate us one by one at their leisure. But as soon as they find out they have the wrong skull, theyre going to assume we have the right one. The gloves will come off. And theyll do anything to get the skull back and erase every witness.

A bolt of panic jolted through Eve. If she be-lieved that skull on the pedestal was Ben Chadbourne, then she had to believe the threat was as deadly as Logan said.

After all the lies he had told her, there was no way she could trust him, but she had created Chadbournes face with her own hands and mind. If she trusted her own skill and integrity, then she had to believe the skull was Ben Chadbourne.

She strode quickly across the room toward the pedestal. Get moving. Ill pack up the skull.

CHEVY CHASE

Kenner and six of his men will be here in ten min-utes in a chopper, Timwick told Fiske as he strode out of the lab. Youre going to Barrett House.

Fiske stiffened. I wont knuckle under to that prick Kenner again.

You wont have to knuckle to anyone. Its your game now. Kenners only instructions are to assist and clean up after you.

It was about time. Logan and Duncan?

And everyone else in the place. Margaret Wilson and the electronics man went to the airport earlier today. Well have to track them down later. Theyre relatively unimportant, or Logan wouldnt have per-mitted them to leave. But Price, Duncan, and Logan are still at Barrett House. Theyre your targets. Handle it any way you have to. We cant have anyone left alive who knows what they were doing there.

This was more like it. Clean and neat. Whoever Timwick had phoned clearly had more intelligence than he did. No witnesses?

No witnesses.

What the hell are you doing? Logan asked as he strode back into the lab carrying a duffel bag. That skull was supposed to be packed.

Eve repositioned the cameras. Taking some more shots of the head. I may need them.

Get them later.

Are you going to guarantee well be somewhere with technical equipment?

He hesitated. No.

Then, shut up. She took two more shots. Im hurrying as fast as I can.

We have to get out of here, Eve.

She took three shots of the left profile. That should be enough. Where are those photographs you said you had of Ben Chadbourne?

He reached into his duffel and brought out a brown envelope.

Are they current?

None taken more than four years ago. May we go now?

She stuffed the envelope in her purse, placed the skull in the leather box beside the pedestal, and fas-tened the latches. She pointed to the small metal box beside the cameras. Stuff that in your duffel. I may need it.

What is it?

Its the mixer. I can probably jerry-rig cameras, VCRs, and monitors, but a mixer is sometimes spe-cialized and more difficult. I may not

Never mind. Forget I asked. He picked up the mixer and put it in his duffel. Anything else?

She shook her head. Just grab Bens case. Ill get Mandy.

Mandy?

You have your priorities. I have mine. Mandys just as important to me as Ben Chadbourne.

Take whatever you like. Just get out of here.

Gil met them at the front entrance. Sorry, Ive got only one bag for you, Eve. With this shoulder, I cant manage anything else.

It doesnt matter. She started for the front door. Lets go.

Wait. Theres another Shit.

She heard it too. A low throbbing, becoming louder by the second. Helicopter rotors.

Logan went to the window. Theyll be landing in a few minutes. He ran toward the kitchen.

Eve followed him. Wheres Margaret? Weve got to

She and Mark left over an hour ago, Gil said. They should be at the airport by now. In three hours theyll be at a safe house in Sanibel, Florida.

Where are we going? Shouldnt we try to get to the limo?

No time. And theres bound to be someone watching outside the gate. Logan was opening the door of the walk-in pantry. Come on. He reached under one of the bottom shelves, lifted up a trapdoor, and tossed his duffel bag into the darkness. Dont ask questions. Just climb down the ladder.

She scrambled down the ladder and found herself in some kind of cellar with an earthen floor. Logan followed. Close the pantry door, Gil.

Done. Theyre in the house, John. I heard them at the front door.

Then get the hell down here and close the trap-door, John ordered.

Stand aside. Im tossing down the suitcase. A moment later the light was blocked as Gil closed the trapdoor and bolted it.

Running footsteps on the wood floor above them.

Shouts.

Where are we? she whispered. A cellar?

Yes, with a tunnel. Logans voice was almost inaudible as he set off down the passageway. You asked why I bought this particular house. It was used by the Underground Railroad to smuggle slaves out of the South before the Civil War. I had the beams rein-forced. The tunnel leads a half mile north and under-neath the fence to the woods. Stay close. I cant risk a flashlight until we get around the next curve.

He was walking so rapidly, she and Gil were al-most running to keep up with him.

They must be away from the house. She could no longer hear steps above them, she realized with relief.

Logans penlight suddenly illuminated the dark-ness in front of them. Run. Theyll be searching the house, and it wont be long before they find the trapdoor.

She was running, dammit.

Her breath was coming in labored pants.

She heard Gil cursing softly behind her.

He was wounded. How much longer could he keep up this pace?

Up ahead Logan was opening a door. Thank God.

Up the ladder.

Daylight.

A thick screen of shrubs hid the door, but light filtered through them.

Fresh air.

Outside.

Quick, Logan said. Just a little fartherhellip;

They followed Logan around the shrubs and deeper into the woods. Behind another screen of bushes, a car, an older model Ford with the blue paint beginning to chip.

Get in back. Logan placed Chadbournes case on the floor of the passenger seat and climbed in the drivers seat.

Eve sank into the backseat beside Gil and set Mandys case on the floor at her feet. She barely had the door shut, when Logan started the car and it began moving over the bumpy terrain. Jesus, what if they got a flat tire? Where are we going?

Theres a back road three miles away. Once we reach it, well circle the woods and head for the freeway. The car hit another bump. That should buy us a little time. Theyll probably use the heli-copter to try to spot us, but even if they do, the license plates on this car couldnt be traced to me.

If they even reached the road, Eve thought as they plowed over one more shrub.

Its okay. Gils gaze was fixed on her face. I had heavy-duty tires and a new engine put on this baby. Its not as decrepit as it looks.

Hows your shoulder? she asked.

Okay. He smiled slyly. But my spirits would be a hell of a lot better if it wasnt John doing the driving again.

No one in the tunnel. Kenner was climbing back up the ladder into the pantry. It leads to the woods. Ive sent two men to reconnoiter.

If Logan arranged a bolt hole, he would have ar-ranged transport. Fiske moved out of the pantry. Ill scout the area from above in the helicopter. Stay here and burn the place to the ground. Nothings cleaner than fire.

Kenner shrugged. Okay. Then Ill set an explosion.

Idiot. It was a good thing Fiske was in charge now. No explosion. Thats not clean. Set a fire. No gasoline. Make it look like bad wiring.

That will take time.

Taking time is worth it to keep a job clean. He headed toward the helicopter. See to it.

He had been in the air ten minutes when he flipped open his cell phone and dialed Timwick. No one was at the house. Were scouting the area, but no progress so far.

Son of a bitch.

We may still find him. If we dont, Im going to need a list of locations Logan might go to.

Youll get them.

And Ive ordered the place burned to the ground to destroy any evidence.

Good. Actually, I was going to tell you to do that anyway. It was part of the contingency plan I was given. Timwick paused. One more thing. I need a body in those ruins.

What?

A mans body burned beyond recognition.

Who?

Anyone. As long as the height is close to Logans. Get back to me when its done.

Fiske pressed the end button and put his cellular away. It was the first time Timwick had indicated he was actually taking orders and not just consulting with his cohorts. Interesting that they wanted Logan to appear dead. He wondered just what

He suddenly grinned, then turned to the pilot. Get back to the house right away.

The adrenaline and pleasure were pumping through him as he thought of Timwicks words.

Anyone. As long as the height is close to Logans.

Kenner.

Were going south, Eve said. Is it too much to hope youre taking me home to Atlanta?

Yes. Were going to North Carolina, to a house on the shore there. Logan glanced over his shoulder from the drivers seat. If you think this through, youll realize you dont want to bring trouble down on your mother by going home.

No, she didnt want to do that, she thought wearily. She was caught in a whirlpool of deceit and death and Mom had to be kept clear. And just what are we going to do in North Carolina?

We have to have a base, Gil said. The house in North Carolina is right by the beach, in a prime tourist area. Our neighbors will be people on vaca-tion, and they wont care about newcomers.

You have it all planned out. Eve smiled crookedly. You were that sure it was Chadbourne?

Pretty sure. You can see I had to make plans based on the assumption.

I cant see much of anything right now except that youve used me without a scrap of conscience. You deliberately caught me in a trap so that I would have no choice but to try to expose Chadbournes death.

Yes. Logan met her gaze in the rearview mirror. Deliberately. "

She looked out the window at the flowing traffic. Bastard.

Right.

Could you dial one of my country stations on the radio, John? Gil asked plaintively. I need soothing. Im a sick man and all this tension isnt good for me.

In your dreams, Logan said.

Eve turned to Gil. And youre not a good ol country boy turned chauffeur, are you?

Sure I am. He shrugged. But I also did a stint with the Secret Service under the last admin-istration and another six months with the Chadbourne administration. I was pretty sick of dealing with Timwicks little regime and wanted to get as far away as I could from Washington. I thought a nice, peaceful job on the Seventeen Mile Drive was just the ticket. He grimaced. It didnt work out as Id planned, but you might say that my few contacts in convenient places have increased my value to John.

And Margaret?

Gil made a face. Shes just what she appears to be. A top sergeant of the business world.

She doesnt know about Chadbourne?

Logan shook his head. I tried to keep her as clear as I could. She doesnt even know about the beach house. I made the arrangements myself.

How kind.

Im not a complete son of a bitch, he said roughly. I dont want anyone risked unnecessarily.

But I was a necessary risk. Who made you God, Logan?

I did what I had to do.

For your damn politics.

No, more than that. The man in the White House may be acting like Ben Chadbourne, but he doesnt have either his ethical standard or his training. I dont want that man able to press a button that could start World War III.

So now youre not a political opportunist, youre a patriot?

Patriot, hell. I just want to protect my ass.

Now, that I can believe.

Its not necessary that you believe me. Its neces-sary that you know were on the same side.

Oh, yes, were on the same side. Youve seen to that. Youve tossed me right into the middle of this mess. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. And do you know who that man in the White House is?

We believe hes Kevin Detwil. Hes one of three doubles who were used during Chadbournes first year in office, Gil said. Detwil was used only twice at brief public appearances and then resigned. He said he had to go home to Indiana on personal business, but he actually went to South America and had more plastic surgery done.

More plastic surgery?

He had some done in Washington before he got the job. When he was drawn into the plot, he had to look exactly like Chadbourne, including scars on the lower back. He also had to be coached in depth about gestures, voice intonations, and so on. And he had to be briefed on policy, politics, the day-to-day living at the White House. Lisa Chadbourne would have been able to help him, but he couldnt just be thrown into the role.

This is all supposition, I assume.

Gil shrugged. The other two doubles are alive and well and doing occasional appearances. Detwil never showed up in Indiana. However, I managed to track him to a private clinic near Brasilia and a Dr. Hernandez, who had the reputation of supplying new faces to embezzlers, murderers, and terrorists. Detwil entered the clinic under the name Herbert Schwartz. A short time after Mr. Schwartz was dis-charged, the unfortunate Dr. Hernandez fell off the terrace of his penthouse.

Kevin Detwil, Eve repeated slowly. He has to be unbalanced to do something like this. Yet the gov-ernment must have had a profile on him. A security check?

Of course, but there arent that many men in the world who could pass as the President, so the choice is limited. The security check in these cases is mainly to determine if the subject is discreet enough to keep his silence and wouldnt shoot anybody and embarrass the administration. Gil added, Detwils background shows a stable, ordinary child of mod-erate intelligence, who became a rather dull, ordi-nary man. Hes unmarried, was raised by his mother, and lived with her until her death five years ago.

What about his father?

Split when Detwil was a kid. Evidently he was pretty well under his mothers thumb.

Which set him up beautifully for Lisa Chadbourne, Logan said. A man with that background would allow himself to be molded by another domi-nant woman.

But would he take a chance like this? You said he was dull and ordinary.

But you saw the tapes. He loves it. He sparkles, Logan said. Suppose you had a lifetime of being a wallflower. Then suddenly you become the most powerful man in the world. Everyone defers, everyone listens. Hes a male Cinderella and Lisa Chadbourne has handed him the glass slipper.

With strings, Eve pointed out.

He probably wouldnt have it any other way. Hes used to strings and they can make some men feel secure.

Then I gather hes not a weak link for her.

He might be nervous at times but not when shes anywhere near him, and shes not about to let him out of her sight. Shes probably made herself the most important thing in his life.

Important enough to kill Chadbourne for her?

Logan shrugged. She probably wouldnt risk in-volving him in the actual crime. He wouldnt have the backbone.

If she did kill him. You have no proof he was murdered.

I was hoping you might help us there.

She had known that was his intention, but she wasnt about to commit to any more right now. She needed time to digest everything she had been told and decide if it could be the truth. I bet you are.

You have little choice.

Bullshit.

Well, not any other decent ones.

Dont talk to me about decency.

I believe its time to turn on the radio, Logan murmured. Why dont you try to nap for a while? Ill wake you when we get to North Carolina.

He switched on the radio, and strains of Griegs Peer Gynt Suite filled the car.

Oh, my God. Gil huddled in the corner. Eve, tell him to turn it off and save me. I think Im having a relapse.

Save yourself. The music was soothing her raw nerves. I havent noticed you being particularly so-licitous regarding my needs. Not if they got in the way of what Logan wanted.

Ouch. Gil grimaced. Forget I asked. I can get used to classical. In fact, by the time we get to the beach house, Ill probably like old Grieg better than Reba Mclntyre.

TWELVE

"Youre sure its been done, James? Lisa Chadbourne asked Timwick. For Gods sake, it took you long enough. I cant have any more mistakes.

Barrett House is in flames right now. The delay was only because it took a while to make sure the cause looked like faulty wiring.

And you have a team on the way to retrieve the body? I dont want the fire department paramedics to get there first.

Im not a fool, Lisa. Theyll whisk it away and take it to Bethesda.

He sounded pissed. She had obviously been too authoritative. Everyone else was easy, but it was al-ways more difficult to strike a good balance with Timwick. In public he was properly respectful and subservient, but in private he never let her forget they were partners. She softened her voice. Im sorry, I know youre doing everything you can. Im just frightened. I feel a little helpless.

As a king cobra.

She felt a ripple of shock. It was the first time Timwick had ever used sarcasm with her. Not a good sign. Shed been noticing how nervous and on edge hed been lately, and now he was taking it out on her. Do I deserve that, James? We agreed it had to be done, and Ive always been honest with you.

A silence. I didnt expect this to happen. You told me everything would go smoothly.

Dont get angry. Look at the big picture. She needed Timwick. He had his job just as she had hers. She kept the irritation from her voice. Im doing my best. She reminded him gently, It was you who didnt wait long enough at the funeral home. There wouldnt have been a problem if youd made sure Donnelli had done his job.

I sat there and watched him burn. I thought it was safe to leave. How was I to know it took so damn long to burn a body?

She would have known. She would have re-searched and found out all she needed to know. She had been a fool to trust Timwick to do the same. I know. Its not your fault. But now we have to cope with ithellip; and Logan. You found no trace of the skull?

There were signs that the Duncan woman had been working, but no skull. If shes as good as re-ported, we have to assume shes completed the work.

Lisa felt the muscles of her stomach tighten. It will be fine. Her work alone proves nothing. We just have to make sure theyre discredited in the media before they get more proof. We took the first step today. Your job is to find them and make sure that no other damage is done.

I know my job. You just keep Detwil in line. He was a little too boisterous at the last press conference.

She was handling Kevin perfectly. Timwick had deliberately added that dig to get back at her for criti-cizing his handling of Donnelli. You think so? Ill watch it, James. You know how I rely on your judgment. She paused. What about the Duncan woman? So far weve aimed most of our efforts against Logan. She may prove as difficult.

Im keeping my eye on her, but Logan is the power player. Hes calling the shots.

Whatever you say. But could you give me a more complete report on Duncan?

It is complete. What else could you want to know?

More about her professional background. Theyll try for a DNA match and shes bound to have contacts.

After tomorrow theyll know how dangerous it is to surface. With any luck well catch them before they can get anything else done.

Wed be foolish to rely on luck, wouldnt we?

For Gods sake, how much DNA could be left after its been through a fire?

Ive no idea, but we cant take the chance.

And, like I said, Logan will be calling the shots. They cant just walk into a DNA lab with that skull. We know where theyll be going for help. Ive already got Ralph Crawford at Duke staked out. If we dont get them right away, theyll walk right into our

Please, James, she said gently.

Okay. She could hear the impatience in his voice. Ill get it.

Good. And let me know as soon as the body ar-rives at Bethesda. She hung up the phone, got up, and strode toward the bedroom.

Logan will be calling the shots.

She wasnt so sure. Her file on Eve Duncan re-ported a strong, intelligent woman who wouldnt walk behind any man. Who should know better than Lisa how a strong woman could shape situations to suit herself ? Timwick, as usual, was underestimating the opposition. She would have to be the one to keep an eye on Eve Duncan.

Lisa?

Kevin was standing in the bathroom doorway wearing Bens red paisley robe. It was one of the few garments of Bens that Kevin liked. He had a fond-ness for bright colors that shed had to curb. Ben rarely wore anything but navy or black.

He was frowning. Is something wrong?

She forced a smile. A little problem with Timwick.

Can I help?

Not in this. Let me handle it. She went to him and slipped her arms around his neck. He smelled of Bens specially blended lemon cologne. Fragrances were important. Even when you didnt realize it, it was a subtle reminder of who a person was. Sometimes when she woke suddenly in the middle of the night she thought Ben was still lying next to her. She whispered in Kevins ear, You were superb today at that AARP meeting. You had them in the palm of your hand.

Really? he asked eagerly. I thought I did pretty well.

Brilliant. Better than Ben could ever have done. She kissed him gently. Youre doing such a good job. We could be in the middle of a war now if you hadnt taken over.

He was that unstable?

She had drummed Bens supposed instability into Kevins head a hundred times, but he always wanted reinforcement. Guilt? No, he just liked the idea he was saving the world. For an intelligent man, Kevin could be incredibly vain and naive. Do you think Id be doing what were doing now if I hadnt been afraid of what hed do?

He shook his head.

And youve been magnificent. I think well get the health bill passed this year. Have I told you how proud I am?

I couldnt do it without you.

Maybe I helped you in the beginning, but youre surpassing anything She threw back her head and grinned impishly at him. My God, youre getting hard as a rock. Ive got to re-member what praise does to you. It keeps me a happy woman. She backed away from him and slipped off her robe. Now, come to bed and Ill tell you how marvelously you handled the Japanese ambassador.

He chuckled and moved toward her, eager as a kid for the romp to come. She kept the teasing, bold smile as she slipped into bed.

She and Ben had shared a bed, and bringing Kevin immediately into hers was a necessary part of the plan. He had been hesitant, even shy at first, and shed had to use her every skill to draw him in without appearing too aggressive. She could have found other ways to manage him, but this was best. It was her job to make sure Kevin was controlled.

And sex was the greatest controller of all.

Arrogant bitch.

Timwick leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. It was all very well for Lisa to order him around and then go to bed and let him do the work. She was there in the White House, acting like royalty, and he was in this crummy office, working his ass off. She wanted results, but she didnt want to dirty her hands, and she turned a blind eye to what she didnt want to see. He was the one who kept things running and pro-tected them from disaster. Where would she be now if he hadnt stepped in?

Eve Duncan. She was Logans tool, nothing more. It was stupid to make her a priority. If Lisa hadnt been such a feminist, she would have admitted that Logan was the prime threat.

Jesus, it seemed as if there were threats closing in all around him.

His hands clenched the arms of the chair. Keep calm. He was doing everything he could to save the situation. He would save it. He had too much at stake to take off and run. If he stuck it out, hed have every-thing hed ever wanted.

He reached for the telephone. Do what she saidfor now. He needed her to help stop the expo-sure of the cover-up and he needed her to push Detwil into the White House for another term. After that hed find a way to gain control. Let Lisa think she was running the show.

Hed give her enough information on Eve Duncan to choke her.

Wake up, were here.

Eve opened her eyes to see Logan getting out of the drivers seat.

She yawned. What time is it?

After midnight. Gil reached for the door latch. You slept most of the way.

It seemed impossible that she could have fallen asleep. Her nerves had been taut as wires.

Youve had a rough couple of days. Gil an-swered her unspoken question. I dozed a little my-self. But I admit Ill be glad to stretch out.

She was so stiff, she had to catch hold of the door when she got out of the car. She watched Logan climb the steps and unlock the front door. He was car-rying the leather case with Chadbournes skull. Trust Logan to keep his priorities in order, she thought dryly

Ready? Gil asked as he grabbed her suitcase. Ill take that.

I can manage. Take Mandys box. He was al-ready following Logan up the steps.

She didnt want to go inside. The air was cool and wet in her nostrils, and the sound of the sea against the shore was like a blessing. She hadnt been to the shore in a long time. Joe had taken her to Cumber-land Island after shed left the hellhole but she had no memory of what the island looked like. All she could remember was Joe holding her, Joe talking, Joe holding back the night.

Joe. She had to call Joe. She hadnt spoken to him since before the night theyd gone to the cornfield. She had deliberately avoided calling him and pulling him deeper into this morass. But if she didnt call him soon, hed be storming Barrett House with a SWAT team.

The wind was coming up and blowing the surf into whitecaps before they reached the shore.

Bonnie had liked the ocean. Eve and Sandra had taken her to Pensacola a few times and she had streaked up and down the shore, laughing and chat-tering and looking for seashells.

She closed the car door and walked down to the pier.

Eve.

She didnt turn around at Logans call. She didnt want to go into the house. She didnt want to face him or anything else just then. She needed time for herself.

She pulled off her sandals, sat down on the low pier, and dangled her feet. The water was cool and silken as it flowed against her skin.

She leaned her head against the post, listening to the rush of the sea.

And remembering Bonniehellip;

Are you going after her? Gil said. Shes been out there almost an hour, John.

Soon. God, she looked lonely. I dont think she wants company.

You dont want her to think too much. Thinking can be a dangerous thing. Shes already resentful.

Im tired of driving her, dammit. Let her have some peace.

I doubt if she allows herself to be driven in a di-rection she doesnt want to go.

But its possible to block out every other path so shes forced to take the only one left. Logan had done that since the moment he had met her. He was doing it now.

So was he going to stop because he was having a few twinges of conscience?

Not likely.

So repair her broken trust and use her again. Ill go get her. He went down the porch steps and strode across the sand to the pier.

She didnt look at him as he approached. Go away, Logan.

Its time you came in. Its getting chilly.

Ill come in when Im ready.

He hesitated and then sat down beside her. Ill wait for you. He took off his shoes and socks and dangled his feet in the water.

I dont want you here.

You know, I havent done anything like this since I was in Japan. He gazed out at the ocean. There doesnt seem to be time enough in the day to relax.

Are you trying to bond with me, Logan?

Maybe.

Well, youre not doing it.

No? Too bad. Then, I guess I might as well just sit here and relax.

Silence.

What are you thinking about? he asked.

Not Chadbourne.

Your daughter?

She stiffened. Dont use Bonnie to try to get close to me, Logan. It wont work.

Just curious. I guess I dont understand your ob-session with identifying skulls. Oh, I know your daughter was never found, but you cant expect to

I dont want to talk about it.

I watched you with Mandy and then with Ben Chadbourne. Theres almost ahellip; tenderness.

So Im a little crazy. Everyones a little bonkers on some subject or other, she said jerkily. I assure you I dont think their souls are hanging around those bones.

Do you believe in an everlasting soul?

Sometimes.

Only sometimes?

Okay, most of the time.

He was silent, waiting.

When Bonnie was born, she wasnt like me or Mom or anyone. She was justhellip; herself. All completehellip; and wonderful. How could that be if youre not born with a soul?

And that soul is eternal?

How do I know? Ihellip; think so. I hope so.

Then why are you so passionate about returning those bones to their families? It shouldnt make any difference.

It makes a difference to me.

Why?

Life is important. Life should be treated with re-spect, not tossed away like some useless bit of trash. There should be a hellip; home for everyone. I never had a real home when I was a kid. We moved from tene-ment to tenement. Motel to motel. Mom was It wasnt her fault. But everyone should have a place, a permanent place in the scheme of things. I tried to give Bonnie a home, the best home I could manage, where I could love her and take care of her. When Fraser killed her, I had nightmares about her lying in the forest for the animals to She was silent a mo-ment and her voice was uneven when she spoke again. I wanted her home, where I could take care of her as I always had. Hed taken her life, I didnt want him to take that last bit of caring away from either of us.

I see. Christ, he was seeing more than he wanted to see. Do you still have nightmares?

She was silent again and then she said, No, not nightmares. She swung her legs out of the water and onto the pier. Im going inside. She picked up her sandals and rose to her feet. If your curiosity is satis-fied, Logan.

Not entirely. But youre evidently not going to confide anything else to me.

Youve got that right. She looked down at him. And dont think youve made any headway with this cozy chat. I havent told you anything I wouldnt tell anyone else. Joe and I agreed that it was healthiest for me to talk about Bonnie.

We need to talk about Chadbourne.

No, we dont. Not tonight.

She walked away from him.

Tough lady. Exceptional lady.

He watched her start up the steps of the beach house. The light pouring through the windows shim-mered on her red-brown hair and silhouetted her slim, strong body.

Strong but vulnerable. That body could be hurt and broken and destroyed.

And he could very well be responsible for just that happening.

Maybe trying to reconnect with her hadnt been such a good idea. She had walked away as strong and independent as ever, and he was the one feeling uncertain.

And, yes, perhaps even a little vulnerable.

Ive been thinking, Lisa, Kevin murmured in her ear. Maybe we should What do you think about a baby.

Oh, good God. A child?

He got up on one elbow and gazed down at her. A child would be very popular. Everyone loves kids. If we started now, it would be born right after my next term starts. He hesitated. And Idhellip; like it.

She reached up and stroked his cheek. Do you think I wouldnt? she asked softly. Nothing would please me more. Ive always wanted a child. But its not possible.

Why? You said Chadbourne couldnt have chil-dren, but we can take care of that now.

Im forty-five years old, Kevin.

But there are all those fertility drugs now.

For a moment she was actually tempted. She had spoken the truth; she had always wanted a child. She and Ben had tried so hard to conceive. She remembered him joking and saying what an advantage kids were to any politician, but that was one time she hadnt cared about political advan-tage. Shed wanted someone of her own, someone to belong to her.

Forget it. Impossible. The tears that filled her eyes werent totally for Kevins benefit. Dont talk about it. It hurts me that we cant do it.

Why cant we?

It would be too difficult. There could be all kinds of problems for a woman my age. What if the doctor decided I had to have complete bed rest for the last months of pregnancy? That happens sometimes, and I wouldnt be able to travel with you during the campaign. That could be dangerous for us.

But youre so strong and healthy, Lisa.

He must have been brooding about this for a long time to be this persistent. It would be a risk we shouldnt take. She pushed the one button she knew would stop him cold. Of course, we could give up our plans for another term. But youre such a wonderful president, everyone admires and respects you. Do you want to give all that up?

He was silent. Youre sure it would be that risky?

He was already relinquishing the idea, as shed known he would. No way would he go back to ano-nymity after the power and respect hed become ac-customed to. Right now is just the wrong time. Im not saying we couldnt consider it later. She stroked his lower lip with a forefinger. But do you know how touched I am that you think so much of me? Id love nothing better than to

The phone on the bedside table rang, and she reached over to pick it up.

The bodys arrived at Bethesda, Timwick said.

The body. Cold. Impersonal. Thats how she should view it too. Thats how she had to view it. Excellent.

Have you managed to contact Maren?

Hes somewhere out in the desert. Ill have to try again.

We dont have much time.

I said Ill take care of it.

The media is crawling all over the hospital. Should we start it in motion?

No, let them speculate and then pop the story on them in the morning. We want them hungry enough to jump on any tidbit of information. She hung up.

Timwick? Kevin asked.

She nodded absently, her mind still on Bethesda.

I dont like the bastard. Do we still need him?

Be a little grateful, she said teasingly. Hes the one who discovered you.

He always treats me like a stupid ass.

Not in public?

He shook his head.

Well, maybe you wont have to see much of him. Ive been thinking you should give him an ambas-sadors post. Maybe in Zaire. After all, you are the president.

He laughed delightedly. Zaire.

She got up and slipped on her robe. Or Moscow. Its supposed to be very uncomfortable in Moscow.

But you promised him the vice presidency next term. Well have to name him as my running mate at the convention. He grimaced. Hes not going to give that up.

No, the vice presidency was the only carrot that had drawn Timwick into the plan. Hed been bitterly disappointed that Ben had not given him a cabinet post, and Lisa had never seen a more ambitious man. A hunger that intense could pose future problems for her, but she couldnt worry about Timwick now. Maybe we can think of a way of getting around it.

It would really be better if we can keep Chet Mobry as vice president. He hasnt caused us any trouble.

He could have caused us big trouble if we hadnt kept him on the road with nonstop goodwill missions. He never agreed with our policies. We could do the same with Timwick.

I guess so, but hes been Where are you going?

I have a little work to take care of. Go to sleep.

Is that why Timwick called you? He frowned. You never tell me what youre doing.

Because its only small, unimportant details. You take care of the big picture, I do the little stuff.

His frown disappeared. Youll come back when youre finished?

She nodded. Im only going into the next room to look at a dossier. I want to be prepared for your next meeting with Tony Blair.

He lay back down on the pillows. Hell be a piece of cake after the Japanese.

He was getting cocky. But it was better than the intimidation hed shown when hed first slipped into Bens place. Well see. She blew him a kiss. Go to sleep. Ill wake you when I come back.

She closed the door and walked to the desk across the room. It took her ten minutes to get through to Scott Maren and another five to explain the situation and its urgency.

Christ, Lisa, its not that easy. What excuse am I going to give for cutting my stay here short?

Youre clever. Youll come up with something. She added quietly, I need you, Scott.

Silence. It will be all right. Hang tough, Lisa. Ill call the hospital and tell them to hold off the au-topsy. Ill be there as soon as I can.

She hung up the phone. God, she was lucky to have Scott. He was going to be essential with damage control.

She turned on the computer, entered her pass-word, and opened the file on Eve Duncan. Every-thing was moving smoothly toward a salvage of the situation, and yet she was uneasy.

Eve Duncans image on the screen stared back at her. Kinky tousled curls, only a minimum of makeup, large brown eyes behind round wire-rimmed glasses. There was a world of character in that face, more than enough to make her fascinating-looking instead of just attractive. But the woman ignored the basic rules of power; she didnt use the assets she was given. She reminded Lisa of herself during her first few years of college, when shed thought brains and de-termination would do it all. God, that seemed a long time ago. Shed probably had the same intensity she saw in Eves expression. It hadnt taken her long to learn that intensity scared people. It was better to hide your passions behind a sweet smile.

Yet Eves background showed she was a survivor, and Lisa respected survivors. She was one herself, or she would never have been able to make it through these last years. Smiling sadly, she gently touched Eves image.

Sisters. Opposite sides of the same coin. Survivors.

Too bad.

She started reading Eves dossier, looking for a weakness, a way to topple her.

She was only two-thirds through the report when she found it.

Gil and Logan were sitting in front of the television set when Eve came into the living room the next morning.

Shit, Gil murmured. They really gutted it. I liked that old house.

What happened? she asked. Barrett House?

Gil nodded. It seems John got cheap on the wiring.

The picture on the screen showed a smoking ruin with only two chimneys still intact.

Gil added, But youll be glad to know he was punished for his miserliness. John died in the fire.

What?

Burned beyond recognition. But theyre com-paring dental and DNA records now. Such a fine man. Detwil just issued a statement about how John was loved and respected by everyone in both parties. He even said John had invited him to Barrett House for the weekend to talk about their policies.

Why would he say that?

How do I know? I thought it was overkill my-self. He switched off the television set. I cant bear any more. John and I were so close. Practically brothers. He went over to the kitchen bar. Anyone for breakfast?

Eve turned to Logan. This is crazy. Youre not exactly unknown. Do they think they can get away with this?

For a while. Theyll see that the DNA and dental records will match. Theyve taken the body to Bethesda.

So what does that mean?

It means they can control things at Bethesda. They have an inside man there. Hell see that every-thing is handled to their liking. It will buy them time.

What are you going to do?

Well, Im not going to show myself and try to prove theyre wrong. Id find myself in a maximum security cell as an imposter and suffer an unfortunate accident. He stood up. Besides, I have things to do.

Who do you suppose Who was that man who died?

Logan shrugged.

She shivered. It had started. A man had died, a life thrown away.

Coffee? Gil asked. Theres danish.

She shook her head.

Can we talk about Chadbourne now? Logan asked politely. I believe the situation is escalating.

Youre damn right well talk, she answered. I want my mother safe. I dont want my house going up in flames with her in it.

Ill call Margaret, tell her Im still of this world, and to find a hiding place for your mother.

Now.

Shes being very well guarded. Can I finish my coffee first? He gazed at her over the rim of the cup. Are you going to help me, Eve?

Maybe. If I dont think youre keeping me wan-dering around blind. She turned to Gil. I want to know about this Timwick you think is pulling the strings. You worked under him?

Gil nodded. Not close. As a humble Secret Service man, I was not privy to the great mans confidence.

Whats he like? You have to have made judgments.

Hes smart, ambitious, and knows how to pull strings to get what he wants. Personally, I wouldnt have wanted him to back me up in a tight situation. Ive seen him explode too often. I dont think he re-acts well under pressure. He paused. Is he dan-gerous? Hell, yes. Volatility translates too often to unreasonable violence.

What about Fiske?

Hes only a hired man. Calculated, efficient, and likes what he does. Anyone else?

You tell me. There could be a dozen people lurking in the wings you havent told me about.

As I mentioned before, they would need to keep down the number of people involved, Logan said. And wed be stupid to try to keep you in the dark now. You know what we know. Everything is out on the table. Will you help us?

If my mother is safe. She stared directly into his eyes. And Im going to help myself, not you. Id be an idiot not to know what a target youve made me. And the only way I can help myself is to prove Ben Chadbourne is really dead. DNA and dental records are the only legally acceptable proof. So we have to go after them.

And your suggestion?

Im not a DNA expert or a forensic anthropolo-gist with the additional qualifications necessary to do the extraction. So we take the skull to one of the most respected anthropologists in the profession, see if he can get enough DNA to make a match.

The skull went through a fire.

Its still a possibility. She added deliberately, As I think you know. I was just the first shot in your arsenal. Ill bet youve even chosen the forensic an-thropologist to do the work.

Dr. Ralph Crawford. Duke University. He has the qualifications we need.

She shook her head. Gary Kessler. Emory.

Hes better?

At least as good and I know him.

Another Quincy? Gil asked.

That TV show drives Gary crazy. Besides the fact that its inaccurate, people are always confusing pathologists with forensic anthropologists.

Well, what is the difference?

Pathologists have medical degrees and resi-dence training in pathology. Anthropologists dont have medical degrees, they have doctorates in an-thropology and some of them specialize in the human skeletal system and its changes during a lifetime. Like Gary Kessler. Hes worked with sev-eral Atlanta pathologists and is well respected. Be-sides, since you were researching Crawford, its very likely that they wont think wed go to anyone else.

Theyve probably been looking at your back-ground with a magnifying glass too.

And theyll find out Ive worked with ten to twelve anthropologists in L.A., New York, and New Orleans and that Ive been bombarded with requests since that 60 Minutes story. It will take time for them to check out everyones specialty and they would con-sider Gary a long shot since I havent worked with him in over two years.

Logan slowly nodded. Youre making sense. And, under the circumstances, it may be easier to con-vince someone you know to help.

Since those circumstances involved probable trouble with the law, she could see the problem. What about dental records?

That may be more difficult. Chadbournes den-tist was a woman named Dr. Dora Bentz. He paused. She was one of the people Fiske murdered after you came to Barrett House. You can bet every dental file Chadbourne ever had has been switched.

You said it was a witness who was murdered. She held up her hand as he started to speak. Never mind. Why should I expect truth from you?

Im not going to defend myself. It was a dif-ferent situation.

She noticed he didnt apologize or claim hed do anything else. Then were left with the DNA. What if we dont have enough for a test? Could we find a way to force Detwil to take a test to prove his identity?

No way, Logan said flatly. Hes now the presi-dent. We bear the burden of proof. Besides, his medical records could be switched like mine.

Couldnt we try? Hes got to have relatives.

Other than his mother, who died seven years ago, he had one older half brother.

Had?

John Cadro. He and his wife were killed the day after Dora Bentz.

Jesus. It doesnt have to be a close relative. They proved the Anastasia impostor wasnt genuine by comparing her DNA to Prince Philip of Englands. Isnt there anyone else?

Not that we can readily trace. They chose Detwil very carefully.

What about the mother? They could exhume

I dont mean to make a morbid pun, but we dont have time to dig deeper. Once we go public, we have to have full proof.

Why dont we have time?

Because well be dead within twelve hours after we show ourselves, Gil said bluntly. According to the news, John is already dead. That leaves only you and me, and they have the power of the presidency behind them. Im sure the scenario is already in place. Quick, logical, and thorough. Timwick was al-ways thorough.

Eve shivered. There has to be another leadhellip; someone else.

Yes, there is. Scott Maren.

Another relative? She grimaced. And is he dead too?

No. Hes Chadbournes personal physician, and hes been out of the country, which probably saved his life. He paused. But Im not sure well be able to use him. I believe hes probably involved in the actual murder.

How?

Opportunity. Two years ago, on the morning of November second, Ben Chadbourne checked into Bethesda for his annual checkup. The body appeared at Donnellis funeral home after midnight on No-vember third.

You think thats when the switch was made?

Logan nodded. It had to have been choreographed perfectly, with one Ben Chadbourne checking in and another checking out. Maren probably gave the real Chadbourne a lethal shot claiming it was vitamin B or something.

So hes their inside man at Bethesda, Eve said slowly. It was possible and diabolically clever, she thought. A physician was in a position of trust and yet dealt with the means for taking life every day. This has to be supposition. Maren would have had to go through all kinds of security checks before he became Chadbournes physician.

Im sure he did, Gil said. But hes highly re-spected and also a close friend of the Presidents. Maren, Chadbourne, and Lisa Chadbourne all went to college together. Either Chadbourne or his wife was probably instrumental in getting him his posi-tion at Bethesda.

Why would he do it? Why would he take that chance?

Logan shrugged. I dont know, but Id bet he did. Thats why Ive been trying to contact him. We might be able to persuade him to implicate Timwick and Lisa Chadbourne.

I cant see that Maren is a lead. Theres no way hed admit he was involved if its true. Hed be a fool.

Maybe. Logan paused. Unless we could con-vince him that hes a dead man if theyre not taken out. When I made up my list of their possible targets for elimination, Maren ranked high on it.

Eve thought about it. Hes the only witness who can link Lisa Chadbourne and Timwick to her hus-bands death.

Right. If theres no such witness and the death is discovered, they could set up a patsy, claim it was a terrorist plot or some other conspiracy. But Maren is real, and if he goes down for the murder, they couldnt be sure he wouldnt talk and bring them down with him. I havent any doubt that from the moment the plan was conceived, they were already planning on killing him.

But will he believe that?

We can try. We dont have much choice. Hes our only hope right now.

You said he was out of the country. Where is he?

Detwil sent him on a goodwill mission to Jordan to inspect the hospitals there. It was high-profile and he was supposedly requested by the king of Jordan. On the surface its an honor that would increase Marens prestige.

And below the surface?

Possibly a setup. Fiske would have found it easy to kill him there and shift the blame to a foreign dis-sident group. I think Bentz and Cadro were killed be-cause they suspected I might be getting too close, but Maren was always a target.

He wont cooperate. For Gods sake, if he killed the President, hes a dead man either way.

Not if we offer him a deal.

You dont have authority to offer him She studied his face. What are you thinking?

That I want Detwil and Lisa Chadbourne out of the White House, and I dont care how I do it. He paused. Even if it means helping Maren set himself up somewhere with a fat bank account.

Make a deal with a murderer?

What if we cant get DNA proof? Can you sug-gest anything else?

She was too confused to think clearly about any-thing at the moment. Whats to stop Fiske from still going to Jordan after Maren?

The situation has changed. They need Maren, and they wont kill him until his usefulness is ended. He smiled. Remember, they took my body to Bethesda. Theyre going to want Maren there to cover up. He was supposed to come back day after tomorrow, but now hell be winging his way home at warp speed. While we go to Emory to see Kessler, Gils going to Bethesda and try to gather Maren in.

How is Gil going to keep from being gathered in himself? Theyre bound to be on watch for us.

Through the magic of disguise, Gil said. Im going to dress up as a female nurse. He tilted his head. A blonde, I think. With great boobs.

What?

Just joking. Dont worry, Ill handle it.

She was already worried. She didnt want any harm to come to him. Gil might have been involved in the plot to deceive her, but he was a likable rascal.

And, dear Christ, there had been too many deaths already. People she had never met were dying. She seemed to be in the middle of a circle of ever-widening ripples of destruction. Thank God, those ripples hadnt touched anyone close to her yet.

And they mustnt touch them.

Youre talking as if you can move around without any problems, she pointed out. What about money? What about ID? Credit cards can be traced and

Logan took care of that. He had me buy a few handy-dandy phony drivers licenses on the black market. Youre Bridget Reilly. I thought your red hair looked like you might be of Irish descent. The picture is very satisfactorily blurred and

My picture? She turned to Logan. You got a phony drivers license for me?

He shrugged. I had to be prepared. I had Gil get IDs for everyone who was at Barrett House. I thought it might come down to this.

Damn him. He had not only known the trouble he was involving her in, he had planned on it. And I suppose you had Gil set up phony credit cards for all of us too?

He nodded. But I brought enough cash to see us through most situations.

Youre absolutely incredible.

I had to be prepared, he repeated.

She had to get out of the room, or shed do some-thing violent.

Call Margaret. She headed for the bedroom. Im going to phone my mother and tell her to be ready to go.

Her phone will be monitored, you know.

Im not an idiot. I know theyll be watching my mother. Ill be careful, but Ive got to warn her. Ill use my digital phone and call her on hers.

She has a digital too?

Of course. Joe got them for us. He says there are all kinds of creeps out there listening in on cellulars. Digitals are almost foolproof.

I should have known it was the ubiquitous Mr. Quinn, Logan murmured. Is there anything he doesnt think of?

No, hes a good friend and he keeps us safe. She gave him a cool glance over her shoulder. I can guess why you wouldnt understand that concept.

THIRTEEN

Sandra had seen the morning news, and it took Eve ten minutes to get past her exclamations of relief and deflect her barrage of questions to tell her that Mar-garet was coming.

What do you mean, I have to leave? Sandra said. Whats going on, Eve?

Nothing good. I cant talk about it.

Is John Logan really dead?

No. Look, Mom, its going to be nasty, and until I get it cleaned up, I want you somewhere safe and out of public view.

Safe? Im safe here. Joe stops by every other day, and that black and white is parked out in front every night.

Mom hellip; She had to find a way of convincing her. Do what I ask. Please. Its bad. Trust me. Im scared of what may happen.

Scared? Sandra was silent. I believe you are scared. I havent seen you act like this since Fraser She broke off and then said, I want to see you.

I cant come there. It would only endanger you.

What are you mixed up in, Eve?

I cant tell you that either. Will you do this for me?

I have a job. I just cant run off

Theyll kill you, she said baldly. Or theyll use you to kill me. Is that what you want? For Gods sake, tell the office you have a family emergency. Believe me, its true.

Kill you, Sandra repeated, and for the first time Eve heard fear in her voice. Im going to call Joe.

Im going to call him myself. But he may not be able to help you. Dont leave the house and dont open the door to anyone but the person I send after you.

And who is that?

Christ, what if they found a way to monitor the conversation? She couldnt have Margaret a target. Theyll have ID. Ill fax a picture No, her fax machine had been destroyed along with almost everything else in the lab, and besides, a fax might not be safe. Ill get a photo and information to you somehow. She paused. And, Mom, dont go any-where with anyone else, no matter what kind of ID they show you. Not the police, not the FBI or Secret Service. No one.

When will this person be here?

I dont know. Soon. I dont even know how theyll contact you. They may not want to come to the house. Just do what they say. Okay?

Im an adult, Eve. I dont go blindly where Im led. God knows, I did enough of that when I was growing up. She sighed. Okay, okay, Ill go along with this. But I wish to hell youd never heard of John Logan.

Me too, Mom. Me too.

And you take care of yourself.

I will. She paused and then said impulsively, I love you.

My God, now I am scared. You dont get sappy very often. She said awkwardly, I love you too, Eve. She quickly hung up the phone.

Eve pressed the end button on her phone. Ex-pressing affection was still never easy for either of them. There had been too many years of noncommu-nication during Eves childhood.

But Sandra knew she loved her. She didnt have to say it.

She braced herself. Now Joe.

She quickly dialed Joes private digital phone number.

He picked up immediately.

Joe?

A silence, and then his voice came low, hard. What the hell are you up to?

Can you talk? Is there anyone around?

Im walking out to the parking lot. Why didnt you call me? Why the hell didnt you return

I was busy. Stop yelling at me.

Im not yelling. It was true, but every word was laden with anger. I could strangle you.

You may have to stand in line.

Is that supposed to be funny?

No. Im in trouble, Joe.

Thats pretty clear. Did you kill Logan?

Her hand tightened on the receiver. What?

Did you kill him?

Are you nuts?

Answer me. Look, if you did it, I know it was self-defense, but I have to know so I can fix it.

Why would you think Of course I didnt kill him. Hes not dead. Its all a lie.

Silence. Then Id say youre in very deep shit. Have you seen CNN?

About Barrett House burning? Yes, I know about that.

No, the latest bulletin. The one that mentions you as a suspect.

Me?

Novak, that hotshot lawyer of Logans, was in-terviewed, and he said you were staying with Logan at Barrett House. He paused. He said you were Logans lover and he had been concerned about the relationship because you were unbalanced.

Son of a bitch.

They know about Lakewood, Eve.

She stiffened. How could they know? How could anyone know? You buried the records. You promised me that I

I dont know how they found out. I thought I had it covered.

You should have been more Christ, she was blaming Joe for something that wasnt even his re-sponsibility. They mentioned Lakewood?

Yes. He paused. I told you that there was no reason to hide it. Theres nothing wrong about

It seems there is reason.

Joe cursed softly. Tell me where you are. Ill come to you.

She tried to gather her wits. I shouldnt see you. As long as youre not involved youll be

Tell me. I am involved. Tell me or Ill hunt you down. Im damn good at hunting.

She knew better than anyone else how deter-mined Joe could be. Im coming to Atlanta. I need to see Kessler. Ill meet you at the Hardees parking lot out in Dekalb at ten tomorrow morning. Thats about six blocks from Emory.

Right. He didnt speak for several seconds. How bad is it, Eve?

Big-time. It couldnt be any worse.

Sure it could. You couldnt have me to help fix it.

She smiled shakily. Thats true. That would make it worse. She thought of something. Will you dig up a picture of Logans assistant, Margaret Wilson, and run it over to my mother? Tell her that Margaret is the one whos going to help her.

Help her do what?

Shes going to see that Mom gets to somewhere safe.

Im taking care of her. There was an edge to his tone. You dont need any other help.

Dont do this to me, Joe. I need all the help I can get. Will you get the picture to her?

Of course Ill do it. But youd better have a damn good reason for not trusting me.

I do trust Maybe hed understand when she explained everything to him. She thought of some-thing else. And will you find a picture of James Timwick and a man called Albert Fiske, who works for him? Bring it with you tomorrow.

Timwick should be no problem. Hes on the news fairly frequently, but whos Albert Fiske?

A name I need to put a face to. Good-bye, Joe. She pressed the end button.

Lakewood. My God, Lakewood.

She put her phone back in her purse and stood up. She could hear the television in the next room. Logan and Gil would be hearing about Lakewood.

But Logan must already know. The lawyer was his snoop and it was Logans money that had dug up all the facts about her past.

Logan again. Damn him.

Gil and Logan both looked up when she walked into the room.

The plot thickens, Logan said as he switched off the TV.

Yes, Im crazy and youre dead, she said jerkily. They want to make it hard for us to make any move at all.

Not hard. Impossible, Gil corrected her. Were you really at Lakewood?

Ask Logan.

Logan shook his head. I didnt get that morsel of information. I guess Novak was saving that to sell to Timwick.

You knew he was dealing with them?

I suspected the possibility. Novaks ambitious. He paused. But the question is how valuable is that piece of information to them. How long were you at Lakewood?

Three weeks.

Who committed you?

Joe.

Christ. The authorities. Not a good image.

It wasnt the authorities, she said fiercely. It was Joe.

Quinn was with the FBI at the time.

They didnt know about it. Nobody knew about it. Not even my mother.

Shes next of kin. She would have had to know.

Eve shook her head. Lakewood isnt a public in-stitution. Its a small private hospital in South Georgia. Joe admitted me under another name. Anna Quinn. He told them I was his wife.

And you went in voluntarily?

She smiled crookedly. No, Joe can be a power-house when he chooses. He bulldozed me into it.

Why?

She didnt answer.

Why, Eve?

What the hell. Hed find out anyway. The night Fraser was executed, I took an overdose of sedatives. I was staying at a motel near the prison and Joe came to check and found me. She shrugged. He made me throw up several times and walked me around that damn room until I was out of danger. Then he took me to Lakewood. He stayed there with me for three weeks. At first they wanted to sedate me, but he told them that wasnt why he brought me there. He made me talk to every shrink in the place. He made me talk about Bonnie. He made me talk about Fraser. He made me talk about my mother. Hell, he even made me talk about my father, and I hadnt seen him since I was a baby. She grimaced. But he didnt think I was opening up enough with the good doctors, so after three weeks he checked me out and took me to Cumberland Island and kept me there for another week.

Cumberland Island?

Its a wild island off the coast. One hotel, but Joe didnt check us in there. We camped out and Joe ad-ministered his own brand of therapy.

And did you open up with him?

Joe didnt give me any choice. Her lips twisted ruefully. I told you, he can be a powerhouse. He wasnt about to let me go crazy or kill myself. He wouldnt have it. So I had to cope.

Quinn must be pretty impressive, Gil said.

Oh, yes. No doubt about it. Theres nobody like him. She walked over to the window and looked out at the surf. I fought him like a tiger. He wouldnt let me go.

I wish hed buried the Lakewood records deeper.

So do I. In the neighborhood where I grew up there were a lot of crazies, but you were really bonkers if you had to go to an asylum. But Joe doesnt think like we do. Hes very direct. If somethings broken, you get an expert to fix it. He didnt see any stigma about staying at a mental hospital. That didnt scare him.

Did it scare you? Logan asked.

She was silent a moment. Yes.

Why?

She said haltingly, I was afraid I belonged there.

Ridiculous. You had enough stress to give anyone a nervous breakdown.

And how close is a nervous breakdown to going over the edge? You never realize what a tightrope we all walk until you almost slip into the chasm.

But you fought back.

Joe jerked me back. She crossed her arms over her chest. And then I got mad as hell and disgusted with myself. I wasnt about to let Fraser take anything else from me. Not my life and not my sanity. I wasnt going to let him win. She turned to face Logan. And Im not going to let Timwick and her win either. The question is how are we going to keep them from making everyone think Im nuts.

We cant. Not now. Were on the defensive, Logan said. We cant do anything until we have a weapon to launch an offensive.

She had known that, but shed hoped for good news, not reality. Did you call Margaret?

He nodded. Shes on her way.

Where will she take my mother?

Shes consulting with the security service whos guarding your mother now. Wherever they decide to stash her, I told Margaret I wanted them to take at least one guard. Did you tell Sandra to ex-pect her?

Yes, and I told Joe to meet us tomorrow in At-lanta. She saw an expression flit across Logans face and demanded, What?

Nothing. It just might not have been wise to in-volve him. The fewer people who

Crap. She ignored the fact that that had been her own initial thought. I trust him more than I trust you or Gil.

I can see why. Gil rose to his feet. Im eager to meet the interesting Mr. Quinn. I think Ill go for a walk. Care to join me, John?

Logan nodded. I can use some air. He moved toward the door. Well be back soon. Keep an eye on the news, will you, Eve?

They wanted to talk over the situation alone. Theyd weigh the recent developments and try to plan an offensive. Well, let them. Theyd learn soon enough that she wouldnt be shut out of decisions any longer.

On the other hand, she just might want to shut them out. Tomorrow shed be with Joe again. Logan had used her and she had no confidence he wouldnt do it again, but she could trust Joe. Theyd been a team for a long time, and together they could work their way through anything, including Timwick and Lisa Chadbourne.

Lisa Chadbourne. Did the fact that her name had come so easily to Eve mean shed accepted Lisa Chad-bourne as the prime conspirator? The signals she had used with Detwil indicated complicity but didnt nec-essarily mark her as the kingpin.

But the woman shed studied in the videotapes was not the type to accept second place. She exuded confidence and charisma.

And Gils description of Timwick had not been of a man who would be able to pull off a deception of this magnitude. It would take nerves of steel and the ability to think on your feet. According to Gil, Timwick was a man who might crumble under pres-sure.

If Lisa Chadbourne was the prime player, then Eve had better study her very carefully.

She went to her handbag and pulled out the tapes she had stuffed in it before leaving Barrett House. She popped one in the VCR and settled on the sofa in front of the television.

Lisa Chadbournes smiling face appeared on the screen. Beautiful, intelligent, and, yes, fascinating. Eve felt tension ripple through her, and she leaned forward, her gaze never leaving Lisa Chadbourne.

What are you doing? Logan asked when he walked in on her two hours later. Lisa Chadbourne?

Eve flipped off the VCR. Nothing. I was just studying her.

Her signals to Detwil?

Some. Mainly body language. Expressions. They tell a hell of a lot.

Do they? Logans gaze narrowed on her face. I wouldnt think theyd tell you anything. Im sure shes very good at disguising her emotions.

She shrugged. Im an artist and Ive made it my business to learn a lot about facial expressions. When I first became a forensic sculptor, I even took a course in expressions and body language and how they re-late to psychology. Expressions can make all the dif-ference in identification. A face without expression is like an empty slate.

And what did you learn about Lisa Chadbourne?

Shes a little arrogant, bold, but wary too. Per-haps a little vain. She frowned. No, not vain. Shes too confident to be vain. She just knows who she is and she likes herself.

Smug?

Eve shook her head. No. She hesitated. Sheshellip; intensely focusedhellip; and maybe a little lonely.

Quite a crystal ball you have, Gil said.

Some of its guesswork. Maybe a lot of it. People can usually control most of the muscles of the face. Except the ones around the eyes. Theyre very diffi-cult to manage. But even a lack of expression can sometimes tell a story. She returned to Lisa Chadbourne. Id bet she has a very small circle of friends and shed keep everyone but those few at a distance.

Logan raised his brows. That wasnt my impres-sion when I met her. I assure you no one could be warmer or more gregarious, and she handles people better than anyone I know.

And shes good enough to fool you. She turned on the charm and focused the full force on you. Men still rule the world, and shes made it her business to get along with them. Its probably second nature to her now.

But shes not good enough to fool you?

Maybe, if you hadnt provided me with the tapes that spotlight her every move and expression. Shes quite wonderful and almost never steps out of character. When it happens its for only a split second and then shes back in character again. She shrugged. Thank God for freeze-frame. It can be very illuminating.

So youve decided shes just a lonely, misunderstood woman who became innocently involved? he asked mockingly.

No, I think she could kill a man. She projects de-termination and intensity as strong as an atomic blast. I think she could do anything she needed to do and theres no way shed be a pawn. It would be her way all the way. She switched the television set back on. Im afraid I was too busy to watch the news for you. You can catch up on it yourself.

Youre assuming a lot from just looking at those videotapes.

Believe me or not. I couldnt care less.

Oh, I believe that body language and facial ex-pressions can be a dead giveaway. Studying them is one of the key courses in the negotiating seminars I send all my corporate executives to. Its just that we have to be very careful about assuming anything about Lisa Chadbourne.

We have to be careful about everything con-nected with her. She headed for the front door. Im going down to the pier.

May I go with you? Logan asked.

No, I dont remember being invited when you and Gil wanted to talk.

Ouch, Gil said.

She ran down the porch steps. The beach was de-serted except for a few children playing volleyball several hundred yards from the pier. She supposed she should be worried about being recognized. CNN had probably shown a photograph of the crazy pyromaniac who had killed Logan.

Crazy. She flinched from the word. Damn Lisa Chadbourne. Shed had to use the part of Eves life that could still bring pain. She could almost see her going over the possibilities and then striking like a black widow spider at the heart of

Why was she so sure it was Lisa Chadbourne who was responsible for the attack on her? She could be wrong. It could be Timwick.

She wasnt wrong. Lisa Chadbourne would never underestimate another woman. She had too much re-spect for herself.

She sat down on the pier and looked down into the water.

Youre assuming a lot just from looking at those videotapes.

She was assuming a lot. She could be imagining the subtle nuances she thought shed caught while watching Lisa Chadbourne.

The hell she could. She had trained herself to recognize and portray expression.

And her observations were more than clinical. She had felt the same gut instinct she experienced in the last stages of sculpting.

She knew Lisa Chadbourne.

Fraser.

She shivered as she looked down into the water. Lisa Chadbourne and Fraser were nothing alike. So why was she thinking of them as one?

Because the fear was back a second time. It had returned the day her lab had been destroyed so vio-lently and she had thought of Fraser. Lisa Chad-bourne had been the guiding hand then, just as she was now.

Fraser had been tainted with a madness that Eve had not seen in Lisa Chadbourne, but they both pos-sessed the assurance that came with power.

The pleasure derived from power was a strong motivator. Frasers power had come from killing. Lisa Chadbournes motivation was obviously more com-plicatedhellip; and possibly even more deadly. The thirst for power on a global scale could be far more dam-aging than on a smaller personal scale.

To hell with global scale. Nothing could be more damaging than what had happened to Bonnie. The world was made up of personal stories, personal tragedies, and the brutal acts that Fraser had com-mitted were every bit as evil as the killing done by Lisa Chadbourne.

Murder was murder. They had taken a life and life was sacred. She wasnt sure that Detwil was the danger Logan saw him to be. She didnt know about politics or plots or diplomatic implications, but she knew about murder. She had lived and eaten and slept with it.

And, God, how she hated it.

Keep watching the mother, James. Lisas brow knit as she gazed at the Duncan dossier in the computer. Duncan obviously has a soft spot for her. I think we can find a way to use her.

I am watching her, Timwick said. Ive never stopped. We believe Duncan placed a call to her mother this morning. She was on a digital phone, but we had stationed a man with an amplifier outside the house. We got only snippets of the conversation, but Id bet shes trying to remove her mother from the equation.

Smart. Just exactly what Lisa would have done. Erase every weak point. That mustnt happen. Deal with it.

Permanently?

Christ, violence was Timwicks solution for everything. No, we may need her.

Shes being watched by Madden Security, Logans team, as well as the Atlanta P.D. It may be difficult to make a clean move.

Do your best. Send Fiske. He handled the Bar-rett House matter exceptionally well. What about the forensic anthropologist?

Were watching Crawford at Duke University.

What about the people Eve Duncan worked with?

Were working our way through the list. That takes time.

We dont have time. It shouldnt be that diffi-cult. Hed have to have qualifications and experience working in DNA.

There are more people with the DNA qualifica-tion than youd think. Its the wave of the future.

Weve got to cut the list down. Send it to me and Ill do it. She checked her wristwatch. I have to go. Im scheduled for a meeting. Ill get back to you.

She hung up and started to close Eve Duncans file. Then she hesitated, gazing at Eves image.

Eve was moving swiftly to prevent any more damage. Lisa had had a hunch that Eve would try to save the mother even though Sandra seemed to have done precious little for her. Shed let her daughter grow up on the streets and had done nothing to keep her from becoming pregnant and having that illegiti-mate child.

Yet Eve had obviously forgiven her mother and was loyal to her. Loyalty was a rare and valuable quality. The more Lisa studied the womans file, the more she was coming to admire herhellip; and know her. She kept seeing similarities between them. Lisas own parents had been loving and supportive but she, too, had worked her way out of the tenements and fought the system against all odds.

What was she thinking? she wondered impa-tiently. She mustnt be swayed just because she was be-ginning to feel a certain empathy with Eve Duncan. She had set her feet on a particular path, and she must follow it to the end.

No matter who got in the way.

FOURTEEN

"Well, you made it, Joe said sourly as he walked over to the car. Im surprised. This baby looks like its seen some miles.

It attracts less attention. Logan climbed out of the drivers seat and faced him. Would you have pre-ferred I drove Eve around in a red Lamborghini?

Id prefer you didnt drive her around at all. He stared at Logan. Id prefer that youd never set eyes on her, you son of a bitch.

Christ, he was uptight, Eve thought. Joe looked more menacing than shed ever seen him, and Logan was bristling like a guard dog. She hurriedly got out of the car. Get in the backseat with me, Joe. Logan, you drive us to Emory.

Neither man moved.

Dammit, youre drawing too much attention. Get in, Joe.

He finally climbed into the car.

She drew a breath of relief, said, Drive, Logan, and climbed in.

Logan returned to the drivers seat and started the car.

Did you get the picture of Margaret to my mother? she asked Joe.

Last night. His gaze was fixed on the back of Logans head. I scouted the area myself and ran across his security team. I almost threw them in the lockup before I got them to identify themselves.

Anyone else? Logan asked.

Not that I could tell. No obvious stakeout.

They wouldnt be obvious and theyd be good. Very good. With the most sophisticated surveillance equipment in the business.

Why? Joe turned to Eve. What the hells going on? Talk to me.

Did you bring me the pictures of Timwick and Fiske?

He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out an envelope. And thats another thing. I checked into Mr. Fiske and hes real nasty. You shouldnt even be within shouting distance of the bastard.

Ill try not to be. He didnt look nasty, she thought absently, more like a stereotypical butler. Hazel eyes gazed mildly out of the picture. His nose was long and aristocratic, and his gray-flecked, care-fully trimmed mustache was the epitome of neatness. Though he appeared to be only in his late thirties, his barbered brown hair was slightly gray at the temples and receded sharply from a broad forehead.

There was nothing aristocratic about James Timwick. His face was broad, almost Slavic, and his eyes were a pale blue. He was younger than shed thought hed be, perhaps in his early forties, and his hair was jet black.

Now tell me why you had me bring those to you, Joe said.

Because I needed to see the face of the enemy, the men who might try to kill me. Not an explanation she could give Joe, who was already near meltdown. I thought it might help. She tucked the pictures in her handbag. Thank you, Joe.

Dont thank me. Tell me what I need to know.

She had to make one last try. You dont need to know. Id rather you opted out of this.

Tell me.

He wasnt going to be dissuaded, she realized re-signedly. Okay, but let me tell it my way. Dont try interrogating me, Joe.

They had arrived at Emory and were parked in the lot for a good ten minutes before Eve stopped speaking.

He was silent a moment, gazing down at the leather case at her feet. Is that him?

Yes.

Its damn hard to believe.

I agree, Eve said. But its Ben Chadbourne, Joe.

Youre sure?

She nodded. And thats why I want you out of it. I dont know what will happen.

I do. Joes lips tightened grimly. And so does Logan. He knew what he was getting you into from the beginning.

Yes, I did, Logan said calmly. But that doesnt change the present scenario. We have to do that ourselves.

Joe gave him an icy glance and then turned back to Eve. You cant trust him. It would be better if I got rid of him for you.

Got rid of him?

It would be easy enough. Everyone thinks it happened already anyway.

Her eyes widened. Joe.

He shrugged. I didnt think youd go for it. He opened the car door. Stay here. Ill reconnoiter the area and feel out Kessler for you. What makes you think hell want to become involved?

He has integrity plus curiosity and an obsessive nature. Its why hes in the profession.

Well, you should know about obsessions. He slammed the door shut and moved quickly across the parking lot.

A very violent man for an officer of the law, Logan murmured.

Hes not violent. Hes just angry. He wouldnt really have

Oh, I think he would. For a few minutes my neck was definitely on the line. I think Id better step very carefully around Quinn.

Joe believes in the law, she said fiercely. Dammit, hes a good cop.

Im sure he is, but Im equally sure his SEAL training gets in the way occasionally. Particularly when the law doesnt seem to be working and his friends are involved.

Joe doesnt kill.

Now. Did you ever ask him how many men he killed when he was a SEAL?

Of course I didnt. We were at peace when he was in the service.

But SEALs have missions even in peacetime.

Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to make me distrust Joe?

Maybe self-preservation. He smiled grimly. And because I want you to admit that one nod of your head and I would have been a dead man a few minutes ago.

I wont admit any

Be honest.

She didnt want to be honest, not if it meant ad-mitting she didnt know Joe as well as she thought she did. Joe was one of the bedrocks of her life. He was everything stable and trustworthy. When everything else had been falling apart around her, Joe had always been there. She would not think of him as a killer be-cause that would be comparing him to Fraser. No. Never.

Has he ever talked to you about his time in the SEALs?

No.

Did you know hes killed three men in the line of duty since hes been in Atlanta?

Her gaze flew to his face.

I didnt think so. Quinns smart and he knows you well. Hed keep that part of his life separate from you.

Hes no murderer.

I didnt say he is. Theres no question that those deaths were self-defense and that the scum he killed deserved to die. Im just saying that Quinn is multi-faceted and very dangerous.

Youre trying to take away my trust in him.

And hes trying to take away any trust you might have in me. Im just defending myself.

I have no trust in you.

You have a little. At least, you know were on the same side. I wont have Quinn stealing that away. His gaze went to Joe, who was now climbing the steps of the geoscience building. And I dont want to have to fight Quinn along with everyone else.

Eve followed his glance. It was as if she were looking at Joe in a different light. He was always con-fident, always moved with a springy grace, but now she could see the relentless efficiency in his entire at-titude. Powerhouse, she had called him, and power-house she knew him to be, but not deadly.

She could sense the deadliness now.

Damn you.

Were all savages, Logan said quietly. We all kill when it means enough to us. Food, revenge, self-preservationhellip; But Quinn knew you couldnt take it, so he made sure you didnt see that side of him.

And would you kill too, Logan? she asked bitterly.

If the circumstances warranted it. And so would you, Eve.

She shook her head. Life is too precious. Theres no excuse for murder.

He shrugged. Excuse no, but reason is

I dont want to talk about it. She leaned back and stared out the window, shutting him out. I dont want to talk to you at all, Logan. Just leave me alone, okay?

Sure.

Of course hed agree. Hed turned loose a serpent and now was willing to watch it work its poison.

She wouldnt let him. She wouldnt let him de-stroy the trust she had in Joe. Logan was the out-sider, not Joe. She wouldnt brood and wonder and let his words eat at her.

Logan said softly, But its true, you know.

Its okay. Joe opened the car door for Eve and helped her out. The coast is clear. Kesslers alone. His assistant, Bob Spencer, was there, but I had Kessler get rid of him.

She picked up the case containing the skull. What did you tell Gary?

Not what was in the surprise package, but I filled him in on everything else. Youre right, hes cu-rious. He took the case from her and his hand closed on her elbow. Lets get him started on it.

Im beginning to feel a little de trop. Logan got out of the car. I trust you wont mind if I tag along?

I do mind, Joe said. But Ill put up with you as long as you dont get in the way. His pace quickened as he guided Eve across the parking lot. How long will this take?

Kesslers part wont take long if he can find a good source of DNA to extract. Its the lab work Im concerned about. DNA testing can take months.

You worry about getting a good sample, Ill take care of getting the DNA testing pushed through. Joe held the door to the building open for her. No problem. Im good at pushing. Its one of my His gaze suddenly narrowed on her face. Why are you looking at me like that?

She glanced away from him quickly. I dont know what you mean.

The hell you dont.

She shook off his hand and kept walking. Stop probing, Joe. Theres nothing wrong.

Maybe. His glance shifted to Logan. Maybe not.

She opened the door of the lab and saw Kessler sitting at his desk, eating a sandwich.

He looked up and glowered at her. I hear youre trying to get me tossed in the cooler. Thanks a lot, Duncan.

Theres mustard on your mustache. She took the case from Joe and went to stand before Kessler. She picked up the paper napkin on the desk and wiped his mouth and bristly gray mustache. Christ, you have to be the messiest eater on the planet, Gary.

Eating should be a pleasurable function when a mans alone. I shouldnt have to worry about a woman coming in and criticizing me. Particularly one whos come begging. He took another bite of his sandwich. What have you got yourself into, Duncan?

I need a little help.

If the hews reports are right, you need help from a lawyer, not me. He looked behind her. Youre Logan?

Logan nodded.

Kessler smiled slyly. I understand youve got a potload of money?

Enough.

Care to part with some? Things arent the same as when I was a young man. Its a sad fact that we bril-liant scientists need patrons these days.

Maybe we could come to an arrangement, Logan said.

Back off, Gary. Eve unfastened Bens case. You know very well that if youre interested enough, youll do the job for nothing.

You have a loud mouth, Duncan, Kessler said. Theres nothing wrong with a little greed. And, besides, I might have become more of a philistine since we last worked together. His tone was absent, his gaze fixed on the case. In spite of his words, she could sense his excitement. He re-minded Eve of a kid waiting to see what was in a Christmas package. And sending Quinn in ahead to try to rouse my curiosity is a pretty obvious ploy. I would have thought youd be a little more subtle.

She grinned. If something works, I dont fuss with it.

It must have been something pretty interesting that pulled you into a mess like this. His gaze never left the case. Youre not usually stupid.

Thank you.

She waited.

He finally said impatiently, So who is it?

She opened the lid and carefully lifted out the skull. You tell me.

Oh, shit, he whispered.

Eve nodded. Yes.

He took the skull from her and put it on his desk. Its no joke?

Would I be on the run if it was a joke?

He stared at the face. My God. Chadbourne. He looked at her. If it is Chadbourne. Did you know who you were working on?

She shook her head. I went at it blind. I had no idea until I finished.

And what do you want from me?

Proof.

DNA. He frowned. And what have I got to work on? I suppose you worked on the actual skull again? Why cant you make casts? Theres no telling what you destroyed.

It was already clean. The body had been through a fire.

His gaze narrowed. Then what do you think Im supposed to do?

I thoughthellip; the teeth. The DNA would have been protected by the enamel. You could split a tooth and extract the DNA. Is that possible?

Possible. Its been done before. Kessler added, But its not a sure thing.

Will you try?

Why should I? This isnt any of my concern, and it could be big trouble.

Joe spoke up. Ill be here to guard you while youre working. He glanced at Logan. And Im sure Mr. Logan would be glad to make it worth your while.

Within boundaries, Logan said.

They were going about this all wrong, Eve thought impatiently. Theyd had Gary from the mo-ment hed seen the face. He just needed a little push over the line. Dont you want to know if its really Chadbourne, Gary? Dont you want to be the one to prove it?

Kessler was silent a moment. Maybe.

He wanted it all right. She could see the excite-ment he was trying to hide.

It would be megadifficult, she said. Hell, youll probably have enough for a book.

Not so difficult. He scowled. Unless you screwed up the teeth too.

I didnt touch them any more than I could help. She smiled. And you know my work doesnt interfere with yours. Its all there, waiting for you.

He glanced up from the skull. I know exactly what youre doing, you know.

Of course you do. Now, are you going to do it, or do we take the skull to Crawford at Duke?

Appealing to my competitiveness wont work ei-ther. I know Im the best in the business. He sat back down in the chair. But I may do you the favor. Ive always liked you, Duncan.

Youd do it even if you hated my guts. Her smile faded. But Im not going to lie. The situation is more dangerous than getting in trouble with the law.

I gathered that. He shrugged. Im an old man. I need a little something to keep the adrenaline pumping. Can I use my own lab?

Wed rather you dont. We think were safe, but we dont want to take any chances. Is there someplace else you can work?

You do make things hard for me. He thought for a minute. My lab at home?

She shook her head.

Ive a friend whos a professor at Kennesaw State, which is about forty minutes from here. Hell let me use his lab.

Fine.

What about my assistant?

She shook her head. Let him take over your classes. Ill help you.

I probably wont need it. He added testily, But you can clean off all this damned clay. I want a nice, clean surface.

Okay. She braced herself. But I need to do a superimposition first.

And Im supposed to twiddle my thumbs and wait?

Ill hurry. We need it, Gary. You know the teeth are important with superimposition and we dont know how many teeth youre going to have to take. We cant verify the dental records, so we need every bit of evidence we can get our hands on.

Maybe, he granted reluctantly. But my DNA will carry the day.

I know. But will you use your pull to borrow video equipment from the audio-visual department? I already have the mixer.

You dont want much, Gary said sourly. Tak-ing valuable equipment off campus? Theyll yell bloody murder.

Dont tell them youre taking it off campus.

Theyll still kick up a fuss.

Charm them.

Yeah, sure. Then they really will suspect Ive gone around the bend. Ill threaten and blackmail them instead.

Youre right, we wouldnt want you to act out of character.

But youll work your skinny butt off and get your stuff done pronto.

Im not arguing.

Amazing, Kessler murmured. How long to clean up the skull?

An hour, maybe two. I want to be very careful.

Then Ill get your equipment and then run down my assistant and tell him Ill be gone for a couple of days. Kessler moved toward the door. Pack up our presidential friend. Ill be back as soon as possible.

She said quietly, Thanks, Gary. I owe you.

Yes, you do, and Ill make sure you pay me.

You played him very well, Logan said as the door closed behind Kessler.

We understand each other. She glanced at Joe. Will you follow him and make sure hes safe? I didnt want to make an issue of it, but I dont want him running around the campus all by himself.

You said yourself that you didnt think theyd figure out the connection.

I dont want to take any chances. I persuaded him to help us. I feel responsible.

And I feel responsible for you.

Please, Joe.

I dont want to He broke off as he saw her expression. He turned away abruptly. Stay with her, Logan. If you let anything happen to her, Ill break your neck. The door closed behind him with a deci-sive click.

Violence again. She gazed blindly down at the skull.

Are you ready to go? Logan asked.

Not yet. Im going to pack up Ben and then rifle through Garys equipment for something to chip this clay off. She crossed to the table and opened the cabinet. You can contact Margaret and find out when my mother will be safe.

I can phone from here.

I dont want you underfoot. Go outside and do it.

Id like to oblige, but Quinn gave me orders. I really would like to keep my skin intact.

Im giving you orders. Youre not doing any good here. Get out of my way and see that Moms safe or Ill go home and do it myself. Its what I want to do anyway.

He held up his hand in surrender. Im on my way.

He was gone.

She drew a breath of relief. She didnt want any of them around her right now. She was too unsettled and needed to get things back in perspective. Work was the only thing that would do that. The sooner they got to that lab at Kennesaw State, the better shed be.

She found three wood instruments that looked sharp enough to be effective but not too sharp to do crucial damage if her hand slipped. She dropped them in her handbag and then carefully repacked Bens skull in the case. Okay, Ben. Sorry to put you through this, but Ive got to take all that clay off you. Put it on, take it off. All this running around and fussing doesnt seem fair, does it? She fastened the case. But here we go again.

Mrs. Duncan? Open the door. Margaret Wilson.

Sandra studied the plump woman through the peephole and compared her to the photograph in her hand.

Mrs. Duncan?

I heard you. Sandra unlocked the door. Come in.

Margaret shook her head. No, I have the van at the curb. We have to leave now. Are you ready?

As soon as I get my suitcase. She went to the living room and came back with the case. Where are we going?

We cant talk here. Margaret preceded her down the porch steps. Dont worry, youll be safe.

Why cant we talk here. Im not Sandra made the connection. Bugged? You think my house is bugged?

Thats what I was told. Hurry.

Bugged. Sandra locked the front door. What the hell is going on?

I hoped youd know. Margaret moved briskly down the walk. I thought wed compare notes and come up with some answers. Usually, I dont mind traveling blind for John, but Im a little uneasy about all this. She opened the passenger door. Get in. She indicated the short, burly man in the drivers seat. This is Brad Pilton. Hes with Madden Security and hes one of the crew whos been watching over you the past several days. Hes supposed to be our bodyguard.

I am your bodyguard, Pilton said, pained. He nodded politely at Sandra. Maam.

Well, youre not very big. Margaret climbed into the backseat. Not that thats a hindrance in most cases. I approve of small. Still, I think Id have chosen someone else for the job if Id seen you first. There are uses for big and brawny. Not that you dont have excel-lent credentials.

Thank you. He started the van and edged away from the curb.

Where are we going? Sandra repeated. Or cant we talk?

The vans safe. It belongs to the security com-pany, but I insisted Pilton check it out for bugs anyway. Were going to the mall.

The mall?

North Lake Mall. She smiled at Sandra. We need to do a car switch in case were followed. Well go in one door and out another.

And from there?

Lake Lanier. Ive rented a small cottage. Youll be safe and cozy.

Lake Lanier. She and Ron had talked about going up there over Labor Day, Sandra remembered wist-fully. But hed said theyd stay at the hotel on Pine Island. He wasnt much on rustic. Well, neither was she. In spite of their differences, they had a lot in common.

Something wrong? Margarets gaze was on her.

I guess not. All this seems like a bad dream to me.

Me too. Margaret leaned forward and squeezed Sandras shoulder. Dont worry. Well get through it together.

I think were being followed, Pilton said.

Sandra tensed and glanced over her shoulder. Where?

The dark blue Mercury.

Are you sure?

Pilton nodded. Dont worry. We expected it. Well lose him at the mall.

Someone was following them. Someone who might want to hurt her, Sandra thought with a shiver.

For the first time, the threat became real to her.

Fiske watched the van pull into a parking space at North Lake Mall and the three passengers hurry through the doors of the south entrance. He didnt bother to park. Hed cruise around the mall and see if he could spot the three as they came out an-other door.

It was doubtful. There were too many lots and too many exits.

It didnt really matter. His favorite listening de-vice had paid off again. He knew where they were going, though he wished Margaret Wilson had been a little more explicit. Lanier was a huge resort area with thousands of rental properties.

Which meant he should start the ball rolling on locating the right one immediately.

He took out his electronic earpiece and punched in Timwicks number on his phone. Duncans mother is being taken to a cottage on Lake Lanier. The place was probably rented yesterday or today by Margaret Wilson. I need to know where it is.

Ill get on it. Timwick hung up the phone.

Fiske decided that in the meantime hed check into a hotel and wait. Things were proceeding very well. Hed been upset about leaving Atlanta before everything was tidily brought to completion.

But now he was back.

Everythings fine, Margaret told Logan on the phone. Weve changed cars and were on our way to Lake Lanier.

Call me when you get there.

I told you, everythings fine. Pilton is sure were not being followed any longer.

Pilton?

The bodyguard. Though his body isnt much bigger than mine.

No big deal. Id bet on you over Goliath any day.

Me too. Thats why Im reassuring myself about Pilton. Okay, Ill call you when we get to the cottage. Anything else?

Just stay out of sight. He ended the call.

Everythings fine.

Maybe it was fine, but he was still uneasy. Hed expected getting Sandra Duncan away from the house to be more difficult.

Unless they wanted her out of sight as much as he did. It would be easier to dispose of someone who was hiding from the world.

But only if they found her.

I told you to stay with Eve. Joe Quinn was walking up the steps toward him.

And she told you to stay with Kessler.

Hes right behind me.

And Im a hundred yards from the lab.

Thats a hundred yards too far.

I had phone calls to make and I think she wanted me out of her hair.

She has good taste.

Time to try to bridge the gulf. Youre absolutely right. Shes perfectly right to resent me. So are you. He gazed into Quinns eyes. But dont give me or-ders. Were on the same team and Ill do everything I can, but Ill work with you, not for you, Quinn.

Joes lips twisted. And not against me? Just what did you tell her about me?

What I had to tell her to protect my position. I assure you that it was nothing but the truth.

As defined by John Logan.

Logan nodded. I think you know what I told her. I imagine its what youve been carefully hiding for years.

Damn you.

I believe I was entitled to protect myself. You were becoming a little too lethal. Suppose we come to an agreement. You agree to work with me willingly, if not amicably, and Ill stop bringing up your alter ego to Eve.

Quinn stared at him a moment. Screw you. He passed him and went into the building.

Logan let out the breath he hadnt known he was holding. He had confronted many dangerous men in his time, but Quinn was definitely in a class by him-self. It astonished him that Eve hadnt picked up on it.

Maybe not so strange. To her Quinn was the pro-tector, the man who had saved her and sustained her.

It was difficult to equate a savior with a terminator.

FIFTEEN

KENNESAW STATE UNIVERSITY

1:05 a.m.

"Hows it going? Logan squatted beside Eves chair. Have you got a minute?

No, I havent got a minute. It took me forever to jerry-rig this equipment and set it up. She adjusted the TV monitor. And Ive just started.

Margaret called from Lanier. I have the phone number. I thought youd want to talk to your mother.

Why didnt you tell me? Of course I want to talk to her.

Logan dialed the number and handed his phone to Eve.

How are you, Mom?

Tired. Worried about you, Sandra said. Hell, worried about me. Other than that, Im in great shape. When is this going to be over, Eve?

I wish I knew. She changed the subject. Hows the cottage?

Nice. Its on the water. Great view.

But Sandra didnt sound as if she appreciated either the cottage or the view. Who could blame her? Eve had disrupted her life and yanked her away from the pleasant, comfortable niche shed made for her-self. Try to enjoy it and relax. Do you have any books to read?

Margaret brought a few suspense novels, but you know I dont read much. Theres a big TV set. A pause. Do you suppose I could call Ron? I wouldnt tell him where I was.

No, dont do it. Honest, Ill try to have you out of there in a few days.

Okay. Sandras tone was despondent. I guess Im kind of lonely. Ill be fine. You just take care of yourself.

I will. Good night, Mom. Ill call you every day. She handed Logan the phone. Thanks. I feel a little better now.

That was the intention. How is she?

Depressed. She wants her life back. She gazed blindly at the monitor. She deserves a good life. Shes had a hard time and now things are looking up for her. Shes met someone she cares about. Moms al-ways needed people.

And you havent?

She shrugged. I guess Ive never thought about it. There was always too much work to do.

Always?

Not always. Not when Bonnie She turned to look at him. Youre probing again, Logan.

Sorry, Im just wondering what makes you tick. He gazed at the skull on the pedestal. Besides an obsession with our friends who have passed over. Its in-teresting that you dont seem to have made any close friends after your daughter was killed.

Ive been busy.

And perhaps you dont want to come close to anyone again and risk being hurt.

Do you expect me to be awed by your percep-tiveness? Im well aware Im avoiding new relation-ships and the reason for it.

Of course you are. Youre a brilliant woman. So why dont you do something about it?

Maybe I dont want to do anything about it.

Not even to live a fuller, richer life?

You dont know how full and rich my life is com-pared to what it was before. I was lost and now Im found. She said haltingly, I was drowning in pain and Ive managed to climb to dry land. Thats enough, Logan.

Its not enough. Its time to go on.

She shook her head. You dont understand.

Im trying.

Why?

I like you, he said simply.

She stared at him. What are you up to, Logan?

I dont have an agenda. I do make new friendshellip; even if theres a risk of losing them. I like you and I admire you. I just thought Id tell you.

Before you start using me again.

Yes.

Youre totally incredible. She looked back at the monitor. Do you expect me to say all is forgiven and lets go play in the sandbox?

No, I told you, no agenda. Were past all that now. I just wanted to be honest with you for a change. Sorry I disconcerted you. He rose to his feet. Id better let you get back to work.

Yes, you had.

I thought youd have more done by now.

She was relieved that odd moment of revelation and intimacy was over and that Logans usual de-manding self was back. He was right. He had discon-certed her. It took me longer than I thought to clean up Ben. She glanced at Kessler, who was seated at the table at the far end of the lab. Gary wasnt pleased. Hes been chomping at the bit to get to work and I still need the skull for verification.

Why did you take those photographs at Barrett House?

Insurance.

How long is the superimposition going to take? This place is a little too public. I want to get out of here.

Im hurrying as fast as I can. She adjusted the camera aimed at the skull on the pedestal, and then made a minor adjustment on the second camera aimed at one of the photographs of Ben Chadbourne Logan had given her at Barrett House.

How long is this going to take? he repeated.

It depends. Setting up sometimes takes the longest, and I havent used this equipment before. I think Ive got it right.

How does it work?

Havent you got something else to do?

Just interested. Am I bothering you?

I suppose not. She made another adjustment. As you can see, the one camera is focused on the skull, the other on the photograph. The angle on the skull and the photograph both have to be the same. Then both cameras are connected to a mixer, an editing machine that Ive connected to a VCR. The VCR plays the images on the monitor. The mixer can create a split screen where a line runs vertically and horizontally between the images at the same time or half of each image. The line can be moved to show less of one image and more of the other. Thats called a wipe. Rut what I need to do is cause a fade.

And whats that?

Its sort of like a dream sequence in a movie. You know, when one image blurs and then suddenly becomes another? One image is superimposed on an-other and then I equalize the fade so that you can see the photograph and the skull both as if the persons skin is transparent.

Can you show me now?

Here it comes. She brought the two images up on the monitor and started to work.

Why did you pick the

Be quiet. Im busy.

Sorry.

She was only vaguely aware of him beside her during the next period of painstaking adjustment.

Move.

Too much.

Racktrack.

Adjust.

Again.

Again.

And still again.

Christ. Logan leaned forward, his gaze on the ghostly merged image. Its almost spooky.

Nothing spooky about it. Its just a tool.

May I talk now?

You appear to be doing it. She made another adjustment.

Why did you choose the photograph with Chadbourne smiling?

The teeth. Teeth are rarely perfect and each set has its own irregularities. If the teeth are a match, we hit the jackpot. Thats why I had to have the skull be-fore Gary started pulling the teeth.

And do these teeth match?

Oh, yes, she said with satisfaction. Definite match. Perfect match. Cant you see?

They look good to me, but Im no expert. And Im being distracted by that ghostly effect.

It all matches. She pointed. See how the bite line on the skull is even with the lip line on the photo-graph. She tapped the nasal opening. And this is the same size and shape as the nose. The eyeballs are cen-tered in the orbits of the skull. There are several other checkpoints and they all match.

So what happens now?

I print out several copies of this picture on the screen and go to the next photograph.

But you told me this was a definite match.

For an ordinary person. Not for the President of the United States. Every feature has to be verified. I need a better side shot of the ear canal and the muscle attachment at the side of the

I get your point. Logan held up his hand to stop the flow of words. Can I help?

You can go talk to Gary and pacify him until I finish. Hell be pouncing on me any minute.

I hear. I obey. He rose to his feet. Pacifying seems to be all Im good for these days. Its annoying not to be able to take action myself.

I prefer you in passive mode, she said dryly. Every time you take action, I sink deeper into this quicksand.

No comment. He strode across the lab toward Kessler.

She looked back at the screen. She had known the superimposition would validate the work shed done on the skull, but it still sent a ripple of excitement through her. One more block in the wall of evidence she had to build. Were getting there, Ben, she whispered.

She hit the print button on the Sony video printer.

3:35 A.M.

It was raining.

She hadnt realized that when she was working in the lab. Now she leaned against the open doorway of the front entrance, looking out over the manicured lawns of the campus. The cool, humid air felt good in her lungs as she took a deep breath.

She should be tired, but she was still pumped from working on the match.

You shouldnt be out here. Joe was leaning against the brick wall a few yards from the door. Go back inside.

I need some air.

Did you finish?

I finished the superimposition. Garys barely started on extracting the DNA. She looked at his clothes. Youre wet.

Not much. The overhead ledge protects me. It kind of feels good. He grimaced. I guess Im a little hot under the collar.

I noticed. But you shouldnt blame Logan. It was my decision to do the job. I knew there was a risk. The fee was just too good.

Ill bet he didnt let you know how risky before he drew you in.

It was still my decision. Why was she de-fending Logan? Joe was right to condemn Logans methods and she had been as angry as Joe when she found out how she had been used. She changed the subject. Its late. You shouldnt be here. Diane will be worried.

I called her.

If you told her you were with me, then that wouldnt stop her from worrying. She had to have seen CNN.

I didnt tell her.

You lied to her?

No, I just told her I was working late.

Thats almost a lie. Id be furious if you werent honest with me.

Youre not Diane. She prefers to be kept in the dark when something unpleasant raises its head. Shes never become accustomed to being married to a cop. Shed much rather I quit the force and find some-thing with a little more prestige to do.

Well, I cant argue the situation isnt as un-pleasant as it comes, but Id still want to brain you. Marriage should be a partnership.

There are all kinds of marriages.

I dont suppose I should be surprised. You dont tell me everything either. She glanced away from him, staring into the distance. For instance, you never mentioned youd killed anyone in the line of duty.

Youve had enough violence in your life. You didnt need any more.

Was that your decision? Just like the one you made to protect Diane? Keep the delicate females away from any hint of unpleasantness.

Did I want to protect you? he asked roughly. Hell, yes. But I also wanted to protect myself. I knew youd be like this. I didnt want you to look at me and see Fraser.

Id never do that. I know you. Im sure you did only what you had to do.

Then turn around and let me see your face.

She braced herself, turned, and looked at him.

Shit, he said through his teeth.

I just have to become accustomed to the idea. I feel as if I dont really know you.

You know me better than anyone on this earth, just as I know you better than anyone else does.

Then why didnt you tell me about

All right, Ill tell you. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. You want a body count? Three. Two of them were into drug running. The third just liked killing and reminded me of Fraser. Ive often won-dered if that one really was self-defense. Maybe I didnt want to take the chance of him walking. His voice lowered. And I never lost a minutes sleep over any of them. Does that make you feel like you know me any better?

Joe, I dont

Do you want me to talk about my stint in the SEALs? No, I can see you dont. Three is enough for you. You dont want the grim reapers shadow any-where near you. I knew that and accepted it.

Why didnt I hear about those deaths?

Because I saw that you didnt want to know about them. Figuring that out was easy. You never watched or read local news after Bonnie. I just had to make sure no one in the department talked. He gazed into her eyes. And Id do it again. You werent ready to face the idea that I wasnt Andy Griffith am-bling around Mayberry. You may never be ready. His glance shifted past her to the hall leading to the lab. And Im not pleased with our Mr. Logan for stirring up this hornets nest.

Then you shouldnt have threatened him.

Do you think I dont know that? I was stupid. I was angry and I let you see it. He smiled recklessly. Or maybe Im lying to myself. Maybe I meant to do it. It could be I was sick and tired of But how the hell long do you think I can keep everything inside without He took a long breath. Dont blow what weve got, Eve. Weve been together a long time. Like you said, you know me.

Do I? she whispered.

Okay, well start over. Ill be honest with you even if it tears you apart. Satisfied? He turned away from her. Because Im not. But then, Im used to that. Its become a way of life to me.

What do

This isnt getting us anywhere. Ive got to go check out the perimeter. He started down the steps. But dont worry, if I find any bad guys, Ill handle them with kid gloves. We wouldnt want any more blood on my hands, would we?

He was angry with her. Maybe he had a right. He was her friend, closer than a brother, and she had pushed him away and closed him out. Joe knew her too well not to be aware of everything she was feeling.

But she didnt know him that well. She had thought she did, but shed had no idea of all that hed hidden from her.

Face it, she hadnt wanted to know. Policemen dealt with violence every day and, if she had let her-self think about it, she would have known it would touch Joe.

I didnt want you to look at me and see Fraser.

She had denied it, but hadnt that been her first thought when Logan told her about the deaths in Joes past? It wasnt rational, it wasnt fair, but the thought had been there.

Another ripple Logan had set in motion to disturb her life. Only this time it was more like a tidal wave.

Block it out. She had enough to worry about just then. Easy to say. The idea of angering Joe wasnt easy to block out.

And what if it wasnt only anger? What if she had hurt him? Joe was tough, but he could be hurt. God, she didnt want to hurt him.

She couldnt dismiss the idea, but she had to put it on the back burner and consider all the ramifications later. Joe was too important to her. If she began to worry about him, she wouldnt be able to do any-thing else.

So go back in and see if you can help Gary. Get this business over with so you can go back to living a normal life with normal problems.

She turned and strode down the hall toward the lab.

Kessler glanced up as she reached him. You okay?

Sure. I just needed some air. How are you doing?

Not good. He looked back down at the molar he was cutting. The poor bastard may be toothless before I get enough for a sample. This is the third one Ive cut into.

Do you need me to help?

And share the credit? She smiled. I promise Ill never tell.

Sure. Ive heard that before. Go away.

Whatever you say. But she didnt move, watching as he carefully cut through the enamel on the tooth. Ive been thinking. After we get the sample, it might be a good idea if you went away for a while. Maybe to your place on the shore.

Ah, are you trying to save my neck, Duncan? Maybe feeling a little stirring of guilt?

Yes.

Good. A little guilt is good for the soul. His gaze was narrowed on the tooth. But dont flatter yourself that Im doing this for you. This job is going to make me a star. Ive always wanted to be the center of at-tention.

Yeah, sure, thats why you work like a demon and live like a hermit.

It takes one to know one. Another fifty years and youll probably be living in your lab, eating cold Dominos pizza.

And lying about wanting to become famous? Admit it, youre just curious.

Partly. He carefully started opening the tooth.

And whats the rest of it?

Did you know I spent my early childhood in Munich during the thirties?

She shook her head, gazing at him in surprise. Youve never talked about it.

No, we talk only about our jobs, dont we? The bones, the deadhellip; He adjusted his glasses on his nose. My mother was Jewish but my father was of good Aryan stock with high government connections. The Nazis put pressure on him to divorce her, but he refused. He owned a small bakery and for two months he had to replace the windows that were broken every day. He held out and still refused. Then one night he didnt come home from the shop and we were told hed been run over by a truck. He lost a leg and spent nine months in a hospital. By the time he was up and about, it was all over. The shop was out of business and the Nazis had begun to round up the Jews. We managed to get to Switzerland and then later to America.

Oh, God, thats terrible, Gary. Im sorry.

I wasnt sorry. I was mad. I watched those sons of bitches striding around the neighborhood, running over everyone who got in their way. Bullies. Taking away everything that made life worth living. God, I hate bullies. He nodded at the skull. And the people who did this are like those damn Nazis, running over the whole damn world. They make me sick. Ill be damned if they get away with it this time.

She swallowed to ease the sudden tightness in her throat. Why, Gary, you sound downright noble.

Hell, yes. Besides, this may be my swan song, and I want it sung loud and clear.

Swan song? Are you planning on retiring?

Maybe. Im past retirement age. Im an old man, Eve.

Eve shook her head. Not you, Gary. He chuckled. Youre right, Im not old. When-ever I look in the mirror, I see the young stud I was at twenty. Maybe a few more wrinkles, but I dont often notice them. Its like that superimposition you do. No matter whats on the top layer, that young man is underneath and I know hes there. Do you suppose every old geezer is as self-deluding as me?

Youre not self-deluding. We all see what we want to see. We all have a vision of ourselves. She tried to smile. And, dammit, youre not old and youre not going to retire. I need you.

True. It takes a benevolent and exceptional man to deal with someone of your headstrong nature and many faults. I may have to stick around just to keep you in Shit. He pushed the tooth aside. Another blank. Go away. Youre bringing me bad luck.

Well, thats a profoundly scientific notion. She turned away. Call me if you need me.

Not likely. He bent over the skull again as she walked away.

Any progress? Logan straightened in his chair across the room.

Not yet.

I saw a cot in the back room. Why dont you try to take a nap?

She shook her head. I need to be here in case he changes his mind about not needing help. She sat down beside him and leaned her head back against the wall. Its my responsibility. I brought him into this.

He seems to be enjoying himself. Logans gaze was fixed on Kessler. In a cerebral way.

Cerebral? Hell, he thinks hes Schwarzkopf or Eliot Ness or Lancelot or some other She drew a deep breath and said fiercely, And youd better see that nothing happens to him, Logan. I should have gone to your man at Duke. All I thought about was who was best for the job. I didnt think about how dangerous this could be for Gary.

As soon as we get the DNA sample and an affi-davit, well whisk him away out of the limelight.

Like you whisked my mother?

I told you she was safe, Eve. You talked to her.

Shes not safe. She wont be safe until this is over. None of them would be safe. Joe and Gary and her mother had been drawn into the net, and Eve had done it.

All right, shes not as safe as Id like her to be, Logan said. But its the best I can do right now. He paused. Kessler appears to have upset you. What did he say?

Nazis and swan songs and a young man in the mirror. Nothing much. Nothing important.

It was a lie. Garys life was important. The fact that she had never scratched more than the surface of Gary Kesslers past was important. It was a night of revelations, she thought wearily. Logan, Joe, and now Gary. She closed her eyes. Just keep him safe, okay?

THE WHITE HOUSE

7:20 A.M.

Kessler, Lisa said as soon as Timwick picked up the phone. Check out Kessler at Emory.

I know my job, Lisa. Im checking out Kessler. Hes on my list.

Then put him higher on your list. Duncans worked with Kessler several times. It was in the stuff on the disc you messengered over.

Shes worked with other people too. She heard him rustling papers. And she hasnt worked with him in over two years.

But he was the first anthropologist she ever worked with. They have a history. It would mean something to her.

Then why hasnt she worked with him lately? Logan researched Crawford at

Have they shown up at Duke?

No, but its early days yet.

Early? You should have caught them by now. Times running out. Put Kessler at the top of the shortlist. She hung up the phone.

She shouldnt have been so sharp; it wasnt smart. The more desperate Timwick became, the more resentful he grew and the more domineering he tried to be. But, Christ, how could an intelligent man have so little imagination? Couldnt he see that it was Duncan and not Logan who was the key?

She drew a deep breath and tried to compose her-self. She mustnt panic. She mustnt lose control. Okay, the problem was two-pronged. One, Bens skull must be recovered; any evidence was moot without the skull. Two, Logan and Duncan must be elimi-nated and any other possible evidence destroyed. Dammit, Timwick was doing neither. She had known he was a weak link since that mistake with Donnelli and had made alternate plans to enact whenever necessary.

It was necessary. The more time passed, the more dangerous everything became. She had to take the reins completely in her own hands.

How had she come to this point? She had never wanted any of this. It wasnt fair.

Well, the world wasnt fair. You just had to do whatever you had to do. There wasnt any way she could reverse what shed done that day, so she just had to protect herself and all shed gained.

She opened her phone book to the name and number she had gotten from Timwick three weeks earlier.

She quickly dialed the number. It rang three times before it was answered.

Mr. Fiske? Weve never talked before, but I be-lieve its time we did.

SIXTEEN

KENNESAW STATE UNIVERSITY

11:50 A.M.

"Got it. Eves hand tightened on the thermal case that contained the vial with the DNA sample. Now lets get out of here. We cant afford any deterioration.

Is there enough? Logan asked.

Just enough. She turned to Kessler. Where do you suggest we take it, Gary?

I assume you dont want to take a chance on any of the obvious or well-known testing centers?

She shook her head.

But you want a place with excellent credentials.

She nodded.

Duncan, youre an incredibly demanding woman. And youre fortunate that Im incredible enough myself to meet your absurd demands. He lowered his voice dramatically. I know a man.

I dont want a man. I want a lab.

Youll have to settle for Chris Teller.

And who is Chris Teller?

A student of mine who went on to become a MacArthur Fellow. Brilliant man. Hes been doing re-search on the medical side of DNA, but he needed to put food on the table, so he opened a small lab in Bainbridge, Georgia, last year. Its a three-man opera-tion and they intend to keep it that way. The lab is listed as a medical research lab, not a forensic testing center.

It sounds good.

Of course its good. Its perfect. Youd think Id been dabbling in conspiracies all my life. Chris takes DNA profile jobs only when he needs to pay the bills, but hes absolutely accurate. We cant risk bungling. Im not sure I can get another sample.

She nodded slowly. Bainbridge, okay. Ill take it down myself and

Gary was shaking his head. Ill do it. You said you need speed. Ill appeal to him as a fellow scientist.

Look, Ill take Joe. Surely Teller will cooperate with the police.

Not if hes deep in research and doesnt want to stop. Hell just tell Quinn to go somewhere else. Well get better cooperation if I handle it.

Your job is done, Eve said. Its time for you to go somewhere and loll on the beach for a while. I cant ask you to do anything more, Gary.

I didnt hear you ask, Gary said. And Ill de-cide when my job is done. Are you trying to cheat me out of my book contract?

Im trying to keep you alive.

Gary took the thermal case from her and headed for the door. I have to stop by my house and pick up clothes and an overnight bag.

Gary, this is crazy. Let me

You want to be helpful? Go get me samples for Teller to compare this one to. He opened the door. If you want to follow me down to Bainbridge, come ahead. But Im in charge of this sample, Eve.

Gary, listen to Hed already left the labora-tory, and Eve hurriedly followed him down the hall and out the front door.

Whats going on? Joe came toward her. Wheres he going?

A DNA lab in Bainbridge. Hes got the sample. I told him Id take it, but he wanted to go himself.

Stubborn bastard. Joe started down the steps. Ill handle it, Eve.

No. Logan had come out of the building. Eve and I will follow Kessler to Bainbridge. You go see Chadbournes sister, Millicent Babcock.

I suppose you want a DNA sample from her?

Yes, but even if thats a match, it will be only an indication, not proof accepted in a courtroom. We also need direct DNA from Ben Chadbourne. He and his sister were very close. He stayed with her several times during the campaign and he must have sent her birthday cards or notes that still have saliva traces on the envelopes. Or if he left any clothes at her house, there might still be hair or

And how am I supposed to get those little mementoes?

Thats up to you.

And wheres Chadbournes sister?

Richmond, Virginia.

And, of course, youre not trying to get me out of the picture?

Not this time. We need those comparison sam-ples. The sooner we get them, the sooner this will be over.

Joe hesitated and then said, Okay. Chadbournes DNA and a sample from his sister. What do you need from her? Blood?

Saliva will do for now, Eve said. But the sample should be refrigerated and expressed imme-diately.

Ill bring it myself. He looked at Logan. I dont suppose you know if she smokes?

Logan shook his head. Sorry.

Joe shrugged. Salivas no problem. If she doesnt smoke, she probably drinks coffee. Its the national addiction these days. Its Chadbournes DNA thats going to be a headache. Letters will be the most likely source but how the hell am I going to get hellip; He started down the steps. Ill find a way to do it. Ill be on your heels before you know it. You just take care of Eve until I get down there, Logan.

Will you do me a favor and follow Gary to his house and stay with him until we get there? Eve asked. I have to pack up Bens skull and my papers, and I dont want him to be alone. Eves gaze was on Gary, who was now getting into his car. Take care of him, Joe.

And try to persuade him to stop at a lawyers of-fice and get an affidavit, Logan added.

Eve turned to face him.

He shrugged. Sorry to be callous, but its smart to have back-up evidence in case anything happens.

He meant in case Gary was killed, Eve thought, suddenly feeling sick.

Ill get the affidavit and the damned DNA sam-ples. Joe was hurrying after Gary. You just get Eve away from here and out of sight, Logan.

Its done. Logan took her elbow and nudged her back inside the building. Thats one order of Quinns I wont have a problem obeying.

In the lab he packed up the skull while Eve gath-ered the photographs and printouts and stuffed them in her briefcase. Theres no air service to Bainbridge. Well have to drive.

Its safer than taking a plane anyway. Particu-larly out of your home city. He started for the door. Ready?

It would have been too bad if she wasnt ready, she thought ruefully. Logan was on the move and she either had to follow him or be left behind.

And she wasnt about to be left behind.

Why dont you try to get some sleep? Logan said. You worked all last night. I promise I wont land us in a ditch.

I dont want to sleep. Weve been driving a long time. Its almost dark. Arent we almost there?

Another hour or so.

An hour was too long when Eve was this restless. Have you heard from Gil?

Last night. No progress yet. It may take time to approach Maren on a confidential basis. Im sure hes very busy overseeing the work on my corpse.

Thats not funny.

I didnt think so either, but its better if you laugh.

Is it?

Ive always thought so. It keeps you sane.

Then Ill vote for that. She gazed at the tail-lights of Garys car on the road ahead of them. Are you speaking from experience? How close have you come to the edge, Logan?

Close enough.

No. She turned to face him. Dont give me that evasive bull. Its not fair. Tell me. You know everything about me.

I doubt it. Youre a multifaceted woman. It wouldnt surprise me if you had a few secrets.

Tell me.

What do you want to know?

The edge.

Ah, you want to see my scars.

Youve seen mine.

He was silent a moment. I was married once when I was pretty young. It was during the time I lived in Japan. She was Eurasian and the most beau-tiful woman Id ever seen. Her name was Chen Li.

Youre divorced?

She died of leukemia. He smiled crookedly. It wasnt like your loss. No violence. Except on my part. I wanted to tear the world apart when I couldnt find a way to help her. I was a cocky bastard and sure that there wasnt a mountain I couldnt climb. Well, I couldnt climb that one. It took over a year for her to die, and I had to watch it. Is that a deep enough scar for you?

She looked away from him into the darkness. Yes, thats deep enough.

And do you know me better now?

She didnt answer. Did you love her?

Oh, yes. I loved her. He glanced at her. You know, you really shouldnt have asked. You have a soft heart and it would have been easier for you to dislike me if you hadnt seen Im human, like everyone else.

It was true. Understanding always made antago-nism more difficult. His very restraint underscored the pain hed undergone. Ive never doubted you were human.

Maybe. Maybe not. He changed the subject. Tellers lab may not be open when we reach Bain-bridge. Well probably have to check into a motel and wait until tomorrow morning.

Cant we call him or something? Maybe Gary could

Kesslers going to arouse enough suspicion by the pressure hes going to apply on Teller. It would be a little over the top to ask him to stay open until we got there.

No doubt he was right but, dear God, she wanted to move more quickly. You dont understand. It sometimes takes weeks to get a definitive report on a DNA sample. Garys going to ask Teller to do it in a few days. Private labs have the capability to be faster because theyre not as backlogged, but every minute is going to count.

Will some of my filthy lucre help urge him to do a little overtime?

She shook her head. I dont think so. He sounds like a dedicated professional.

He still has to pay the mortgage. Kessler seemed to think Teller might need money.

True. Maybe she was wrong. Money could move the world. She herself had been tempted by the bait he had dangled before her. Let Gary try his way first.

No offense. Just trying to help.

I know you were. Why should I take offense? Theres nothing wrong with money.

He stared at her in surprise.

I just dont like it used as a club.

But bribery is okay?

In certain cases.

He smiled. Like the Adam Fund?

Hell, yes.

Even when I used it to deceive you?

No, that wasnt right. She looked into his eyes. But I let you do it. Im not stupid. I knew there was something wrong, but I still took the chance. I wasnt like youI wasnt afraid someone was going to make a mistake and blow us all up. I wanted the money. I thought it would help and I was willing to run the risk. If I hadnt gone with you, none of this would have hap-pened. I wouldnt be in trouble and Mom would be safe. She shrugged. Id like to keep blaming you, but we all have to accept responsibility for our own actions.

That wasnt the impression I got, he said dryly. You wanted to cut my throat.

There are moments when I still do. You were wrong. But I was wrong too, and I have to live with it. She gazed out the window. I just dont want anyone else hurt because I was wrong.

Youre being very generous.

Im not generous, she said wearily. But I try to see things clearly. I learned a long time ago that its easy to blame everyone else when it hurts to blame yourself. But in the end you have to face it.

He went still. Bonnie?

We were at a school picnic at a neighborhood park. She wanted to go to the ice cream stand and get a cone. I was talking to her teacher and I let her go alone. There were kids and parents all around and the stand was only a short distance from the picnic table. I thought it was safe. It wasnt safe.

For Gods sake, how could that be your fault? he asked roughly.

I should have gone with her. Fraser killed her but I didnt care for her well enough.

And have you been wearing that hair shirt all these years?

Its hard not to second-guess yourself when you make a mistake as big as that.

He didnt speak for a moment. Why did you tell me?

Why had she told him? She usually avoided talking about that day; the memory was still a hideous raw wound. I dont know. I made you tell me about your wife. Ihellip; think it hurt you. I suppose I thought it was only fair to even the ground.

And you have an obsession about being fair.

I have to try. Sometimes it doesnt work. Some-times I find myself closing my eyes and hiding away in the dark.

Like you did with Quinn?

I didnt hide She was lying. Admit it, she had tried not to see everything about Joes life clearly. The image she had of him was too important to her. Maybe I did. But not usually. Not if I can help it.

I believe you.

She was silent a moment. What about Millicent Babcock? Will she be in danger if they find out Joe got a sample from her?

Harming her wouldnt be much use to them. Chadbourne has an aunt and three first cousins living. It would be pretty obvious if theyre all taken down. Besides, its Ben Chadbournes DNA thats the con-clusive proof. Shes probably safe.

Probably.

Probably her mother was safe. Probably Gary would not be hurt. Probably Millicent Babcock would not be killed.

Probably wasnt good enough.

She leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.

Let it be good enough. No more deaths. Please, no more deaths.

WASHINGTON

11:05 p.m.

Mr. Fiske? Lisa Chadbourne leaned closer to the car window and smiled. May I get in? Its a little public out here.

Fiske glanced around the street and then shrugged. It looks pretty deserted to me.

Thats why I chose it. All the federal offices close at five in this neighborhood. She got in the pas-senger seat and shut the door. But Im sure youll understand that I cant take any chances. Im fairly recognizable these days.

True. The velvet-trimmed hood of her brown cape was pulled forward to shadow her features, but the minute she pushed it back, Fiske instantly recog-nized her. It really is you. I wasnt surehellip;

You were sure enough to hop a plane and come to Washington to meet me.

I was curious, and you said youd make me an offer that would intrigue me. Im always interested in advancing myself.

And you were flattered that I would go over Timwicks head and speak to you directly?

No. The conceited bitch thought he should fall all over himself just because she was the Presidents wife. You dont mean anything more to me than anyone else. I dont need you, you need me. Or you wouldnt be here.

She smiled. Youre right. You have a unique talent and an efficiency I appreciate. I told Timwick the way you handled the problem at Barrett House was admirable. She paused. But, unfortunately, Timwick is not as efficient and hes become nervous and irrational. Hes begun to disappoint me. You do realize that hes merely been channeling orders from me?

Not the President?

Definitely not the President. Hes not involved.

He was disappointed. It would have been a feather in his cap to have done this job for the most important man in the free world. Then I should be charging more money, shouldnt I?

Should you?

If he doesnt know about what youre doing, then hes a potential threat. If he was involved, he could protect me. You cant do shit.

Do you want to be protected, Fiske? I dont think so. Ive read your dossier and I dont believe thats one of your priorities. Youre not a man who relies on anyone but himself.

His gaze narrowed on her face with sudden in-terest. Smart. Money is protection.

Your fees are exorbitant. You probably have enough in a bank in Switzerland to live like a king.

Im worth my fee.

Of course you are. Im just pointing out that you could have retired in safety a long time ago. So why are you risking your neck doing this?

Theres never too much money.

She shook her head. You like it. You like the risk. You like the game. It gives you immense satisfaction, and the harder the game, the greater the risk, the better you like it. You love the idea of doing some-thing no one else can do. She paused. The most dif-ficult thing on earth is getting away with murder, isnt it? Thats the supreme challenge, the most inter-esting game.

Christ. Maybe too smart. Perhaps.

Dont be so wary. We all have our own agendas. I find your philosophy perfectly reasonable, and it happens to coincide perfectly with my needs. Thats why I chose you.

You chose me? Timwick chose me.

Timwick gave me a number of dossiers and he thinks we chose you together. I chose you, Fiske. I knew you were the one I needed. She smiled. And I knew you were the man who needed me.

I dont need anyone.

Of course you do. Im the one who can increase the difficulty of the game. I can give you a challenge that youve never been faced with before. Dont you find that idea exciting?

He didnt answer.

She chuckled. You do. I knew you would. Youre probably sick of working under Timwick. You like bold strokesdecisive, clean thinking. You wont have any problem with waffling from me.

Hed bet he wouldnt. Youre cutting Timwick out of the picture?

Im saying that you go back to Atlanta and check on Kessler. You pay lip service to Timwick, but you obey my orders and answer directly to me.

It would help me decide if I knew what all this is about.

She studied him. No, it wouldnt. You dont care. You think all of our complicated machinations are stupid. Youre just trying for a power hold. You appre-ciate power. Its part of the game.

His lips twisted. You think you know me that well?

She shook her head. But I know you well enough to survive you.

Do you? He put his hands around her throat. Did you ever realize how difficult it would be to kill the first lady and get away with it? Think what a kick it would be for me to show those bastards how stupid they are.

I thought about it. She stared directly into his eyes. But then youd be on the run and the game would be over. What a disappointment. I can stretch out the game for a long time.

His hands tightened until he knew there would be bruising. Hurt her, make her back down.

She didnt flinch. I have a list for you. Her voice was hoarse. Or, rather, an addendum to the list you were given before.

His grasp didnt loosen.

I knew youd like lists. I told Timwick so. Thats why he gave you She drew a deep breath as his hands fell away from her. Thank you. She rubbed her throat. Timwick told you to check out Kessler?

Yes, but he didnt seem to think it was impor-tant. Hes more concerned with Sandra Duncan.

Shes also important. I may have to make a decision about her shortly, but I dont want Kessler overlooked. Unless you reach him immediately, Kessler will be making DNA tests, probably not at the university. Find him. Dont let him have time to get the results.

DNA?

On the skull. You know about the skull.

He smiled. No, you tell me about it. Whats so important about that skull?

You know all youre going to know. Except that I want the skull and youre going to get it for me.

Am I?

I hope you are. Im not Timwick, Ill never take you for granted.

He tilted his head. Now, I wonder who you killed? A lover? A blackmailer?

I need that skull.

Youre an amateur, or you wouldnt be in all this hot water. You should have let an expert handle it.

I realize my mistake. Thats why Im having an expert handle the matter now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Here. My private digital phone number is on the back. Unless its an emergency, please try not to call me before seven in the evening.

He looked down at the folded paper in his hand. Youre taking a chance. Your fingerprints must be all over Gloves. She was wearing leather gloves. Then I assume its also not handwritten?

Computer, and you wont find any prints on that sheet but your own. My phone is under another name and the paperwork is buried so deep that it would take years to unearth it. She reached for the door handle. Im very efficient too, Fiske. Thats why you and I will work so well together.

Im not saying Im agreeing.

Think about it. She got out of the car. Read the list and think about it.

Wait.

I have to get back. You can understand how dif-ficult it is for me to get away unnoticed.

But you did it. How? he asked, curious.

I explored those possibilities the first week I moved in. I wasnt about to become a prisoner. Its not too difficult.

And youre not going to tell me. He thought about it. There was a rumor about a subterranean tunnel linking the White House to the Treasury De-partment. Supposedly Kennedy used it when he wanted to meet Marilyn Monroe. Is that how

Would I tell you? Youd regard getting into the White House as a plum in your list of accomplish-ments. The difficulty factor might just make killing me too tempting to resist, and I want you focused elsewhere.

Shake the bitch. He suddenly leaned forward. There are at least thirty-five secret agents and over a hundred uniformed guards at the White House at any given time. Its good to know there are ways to avoid them.

Her face was without expression. You have the numbers down pat.

As you say, its a challenging scenario. The possi-bilities have always intrigued me.

But you have to remember that I have Timwick schedule those Secret Service men at times and places that make it easy for me to avoid them. Timwicks not going to help you.

Not even if I tell him that you asked me to meet you tonight?

You wont do that. It would be against your interests.

He was silent a moment. You dont fool me. You were scared like all the rest. I could feel your heart jump under my thumbs. Youre scared now.

I am. Some things are worth being scared about. Call me. She walked away from him and down the street.

Tough woman. Tough and smart and gutsy. A hell of a lot more guts than Timwick.

But maybe she was too smart. She had come very close in her assessment of him, and it made him un-easy. He didnt like the idea of anyone predicting how he would react in any given situation. He wasnt sure he liked the idea of working with a woman.

Read the list.

She had guessed how a man of his temperament would appreciate a list. But why had she thought reading her list would make him favor her?

He unfolded the paper and bent closer to the lights of the dashboard.

He started to laugh.

The phone rang as Lisa was walking into her bedroom.

Okay, Fiske said. He hung up the phone.

A man of quick decision and few words, she thought dryly as she returned her phone to her handbag. Not to mention a certain lethal impulsive-ness for which she had not been prepared. She would have to hide the bruises from Kevin tonight and wear a scarf tomorrow.

Lisa? Kevin called from the bedroom. Where have you been?

Just for a walk in the garden. I needed some air. She hung her cape in the closet and grabbed a bathrobe with a cowl neck. Now I need a hot shower. Ill be in soon, Kevin.

Hurry. I want to talk.

Talk. God, she wished it was only sex. Listening to Kevin ramble and inserting the appropriate praise and encouragement was a strain she didnt need. For a moment, when Fiske had put his hands on her throat, she had thought she was going to die. Han-dling Fiske was going to be very difficult.

But she could do it. She had to do it. Dont think about how frightened shed been. She had done good work tonight. Fiske was hers.

She stepped beneath the hot spray of the shower and let the water run over her. God, she felt dirty. Just being in the same car with that filthy murderer had made her feel contaminated.

But she was a murderer too.

Not like him. She would not see herself in the same light as that beast.

Dont think about him. She closed her eyes and commanded her muscles to relax. This was her mo-ment. Enjoy it. She had very little time to herself. She almost wished she were free like Eve Duncan.

What are you doing now, Eve Duncan? Is it as hard for you as it is for me? She leaned her head against the wall of the shower and whispered, Where are you, Eve?

Fiske would find her. Fiske would kill her and Lisa would be safe. Why was there no comfort in that thought?

Lisa? Kevin was outside the bathroom door.

Dammit, couldnt they let her have one moment alone? Coming. She stepped out of the shower and dried her tears. Christ, what was wrong with her? Fiske must have shaken her more than she could have believed. She slipped on her robe, zipping it up to the chin, then ran a brush through her hair.

Smile. Be warm and sympathetic. Dont let him see, dont let any of them see. She swung open the door and kissed Kevin on the cheek. Now, whats so important that you couldnt wait to tell me?

This isnt a very nice motel. I think there are bugs, Bonnie said

Eve turned over in bed We had to find a place that was unobtrusive. Bugs shouldnt make any difference to you. Youre ectoplasm, remember?

Bonnie smiled Anything that makes a difference to you makes a difference to me. You always hated bugs. She settled herself in the chair next to the bed I remember how you yelled at the exterminator when he didnt do a good job getting rid of the roaches in my room.

That had been the summer before Bonnie had disappeared.

Bonnies smile faded Oh, dear, I didnt mean to re-mind you of anything sad

Did it ever occur to you that your coming to me automatically reminds me of something sad?

Yes, but Im hoping someday youll realize that Im always with you.

Youre not with me.

Why are you trying to hurt yourself ? Just accept me, Mama. She changed the subject. You did a good job on Ben but, then, I knew you would.

So now you knew who it was all the time?

No, I keep telling you that I dont know every-thing. Just sometimes I get a feeling.

Like about the bugs in this crummy motel room? Thats pretty safe.

Bonnie giggled. It is, isnt it?

Eve found herself smiling. It was my first thought when I came into the room.

And you think Im using that? Bonnie clucked re-provingly. How suspicious you are, Mama.

Then tell me something I dont know. Tell me where you are.

Bonnie tucked one leg beneath her. I like Mr. Logan. I wasnt sure at first, but I think hes a good man.

Whoever said ghosts have good judgment.

Bonnie smiled slyly. Progress. Thats the first time you admitted I might not be your imagination.

The judgment of figments of imagination are questionable too.

Well, your judgment is pretty shaky too. You shouldnt be so hard on Joe.

Im not condemning Joe.

Yes, you are. Because of me. But hes a good man too, and he cares about you. Dont push him away.

Im very tired, Bonnie.

And you want me to go away

Never. Never go away. I want you to stop preaching at me.

Okay I just dont want you to be left alone. Her smile faded. Its dangerous for you to be alone now. Im afraid of all the bad things that are coming.

What bad things?

Bonnie shook her head

I can handle them.

You think you can handle anything because of what you went through with me. Maybe you can. But maybe you cant.

And maybe I dont want to handle them, she said wearily. Maybe I just want to let things happen. God, Im so tired of it all.

And Im tired of you mourning me.

Then go away and forget me.

Thats not an option, Mama. The remembering goes on forever, just like the love does. I just want you to be happy again.

Imhellip; content.

Bonnie sighed. Go to sleep. I guess theres no talking to you until youre ready.

Eve closed her eyes. Where are you, baby? she whispered I want to bring you home.

I am home, Mama. Whenever Im with you, Im home.

No, I need you to

Hush, go to sleep. Thats what you need right now.

Dont tell me what I need. What I need is to find out where you are so that I can bring you home. Maybe then I wouldnt have these crazy dreams about you.

Theyre not crazy and youre not crazy. Youre just stubborn.

And youre not?

Sure, Im your daughter. Im entitled. Go on to sleep, and Ill just stay here and keep you company for a while.

So I wont be alone?

Yes, so you wont be alone.

SEVENTEEN

NAVAL MEDICAL CENTER

BETHESDA, MARYLAND

7:45 A.M.

"I am hurrying, Lisa. Scott Marens hand tightened on the phone. For Gods sake, I have to be careful. Youve got media crawling all over this place. Ive switched the teeth X rays, but its not going to be as easy to switch the DNA samples.

But you can do it? Lisa asked. Youve got to do it, Scott.

Ill do it, he said wearily. I told you Id take care of you.

Do you think Im worried only about myself? Its you. I feel so guilty that I let you help me. No one must know.

Its not your fault. I bought into it. He had bought into it over twenty years ago, when Lisa had come to his apartment and theyd become lovers. She hadnt been married to Ben then, and their affair had lasted only a year, but the short duration hadnt mat-tered. Hed loved Lisa since theyd met that first year at Stanford. In spite of the nightmare shed brought into his life, he loved her still. The pattern was set and couldnt be broken. It will be all right.

I know it will. Youve never failed me.

And I never will.

Let me know when its finished. She paused. Im very grateful, Scott. I dont know how to repay you.

I didnt ask to be repaid. But Lisa had made sure that he had benefited after Bens death. Honor, fame, money. But they werent enough. When she left the White House he would see that she came to him as she should have all those years before. She didnt realize that they were bound closer now than they had ever been before.

I dont know what I would have done without you, Scott.

Lisa in bed. Lisa laughing at his jokes. Lisa with tears in her eyes as she told him she was going to marry Ben. Ill let you know when I have news for you.

Good-bye, Scott. She hung up.

Dr. Maren?

He turned around to see a red-haired young man in an orderlys uniform standing in the doorway. Yes? Am I wanted?

Not that I know about. The young man came into the office and closed the door. My name is Gil Price. Id like to talk to you.

BAINBRIDGE

8:40 A.M.

Chris Tellers laboratory was located in a small building on the outskirts of Bainbridge. Its clapboard walls were covered with ivy and it looked more like a Yale fraternity house than a science lab. Even the sign on the lab was so small, Eve would have missed the building entirely if she hadnt been closely fol-lowing Gary.

Teller Laboratories.

This is the home of state-of-the-art science? Logan murmured.

Everything isnt the way it appears on the sur-face. Gary trusts him, so I do too. She parked beside Garys Volvo in the parking lot and waited. When Gary got out of his car and came toward her, she asked, Do you want us to go in with you, Gary?

If you want to blow any chance I have, he said dryly. This may be a small southern town, but they do have television sets and newspapers. Stay here. I may be a while.

She watched him walk briskly into the building. His step was eager, vigoroushellip; young. Ivanhoe going into the fray against the Black Knight, she thought apprehensively.

Easy. Logan gently pried her clenched fingers from the steering wheel. Hes not going to face any-thing more than rejection in there.

Right now. We should never have let him come.

I doubt if we could have stopped him. He leaned back in the seat. Whats the process? You said it might take days even if Kessler can persuade him to accelerate. Why does DNA identification take so long?

Its the radioactive probe.

Probe?

She raised a brow. Are you trying to distract me, Logan?

Yes, but I really dont know the process. He shrugged. Except what I learned in the 0.J. Simpson trial. And that courtroom hardly provided a definitive, unbiased course on DNA.

The DNA strand we took from Ben will be dis-solved in a solution of enzymes that target specific points on the strand and cut it into fragments. A small amount of DNA is put in a tray with a special gel, then a current of electricity is sent through the gel. The current pulls the fragments along and arranges them by length and weight.

And where does the probe come in?

The technician transfers the fragments to a nylon membrane and the radioactive probe is applied to it. The probe seeks out and marks specific points on the DNA. X-ray film is placed over it for several days to develop. When thats done, the DNA will ap-pear as dark bands on the X-ray film.

And thats the DNA print?

She nodded. Thats the DNA profile and theres only a one-in-a-million chance that anyone else might have the same profile.

And theres no way of accelerating the probe?

Theres one method Ive been hearing about lately, but its been slow to catch on in the laborato-ries. Its called chemiluminescence. The radioactive probe is replaced by a chemically activated probe that interacts with chemical reagents that then release light in the form of photons.

What are photons?

Particles of light. Whichever area of the X-ray film they strike will be exposed, and the result is the same dark bands of DNA youd see with the ra-dioactive probe method. Most of the big labs have started using chemiluminescence, but I dont know if this small lab has. Gary will tell us. Keep your fingers crossed.

I hoped

I told you it might not be overnight.

Several dayshellip;

Stop repeating that, she said sharply. I know we dont have that much time. Maybe Gary will have good news.

I hope so. He paused. Youre clenching again.

She deliberately loosened her grip on the steering wheel. And youre not helping.

Im trying, he said quietly. Ill do anything I can. Do you want me to go into the lab and send Kessler away? Ill do it. Hell, Im aching to do some-thing, anything. Im tired of standing aside and let-ting everyone else take the risks.

Oh, God, another Ivanhoe. She would never have thought it of Logan. But maybe she should have, con-sidering that year of agonized frustration hed spent with his dying wife. He was not a man who would easily accept or recognize defeat.

Well?

He was trying to hide his eagerness, but it was there. Beneath that cool, tough exterior lay a desire to smash something.

Jesus, men were idiots.

Dont you dare. Ive no desire to end up in jail or some loony bin because youre bored and want to loose all your Neanderthal instincts.

She could see he was disappointed, but he shrugged philosophically. I dont believe Neanderthals were ever bored. Their brains were too undeveloped, their life span too short, and they spent most of their time just keeping alive.

The comparison is close enough to be apt.

He made a face. Ouch. Which part?

He was no Neanderthal. He was smart and charismatic and she was learning that the code guiding his life was as inflexible as the one that guided hers. She looked away from him. You were telling me the truth, werent you? It really wasnt politics. Youre doing this because you think youre saving the world.

Hell, no. Im doing it because Im afraid not to do it. Because theres a chance that the sky could fall and I dont want to look back and know I stood aside and let it happen. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head to look into her eyes. Id feel re-sponsible. Like you, Eve.

Hair shirt? she whispered.

I dont believe in them. You do what you can and then you go on.

His touch was disturbing. His words, the way he thoughthellip; He was disturbing. She turned her head and gazed out the window. Or you learn to live with your hair shirt.

That option is unacceptable, he said harshly. Choosing a career like yours was probably the worst possible thing you could have done. Why didnt someone stop you? Why didnt Quinn keep you on that island until you healed, until the memory dimmed a little?

She looked at him in wonder. He was so wrong. Why couldnt he understand? Because he knew it was the only way Id survive.

Is this surviving? Youre a workaholic, you have no personal life, youre the most driven woman Ive ever met. You need

Back off, Logan.

Why the hell should He drew a deep breath. Okay, Ill drop it. Its none of my business, right?

Right.

Then, dammit, why does it feel like my business?

Youre used to running things.

Yeah, thats it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. My organizational instincts. When I see waste, I dive in and try to get rid of it. He stabbed savagely at the numbers on the keypad. And, Christ, am I seeing a wasteland in you.

My life isnt a waste. Far from it. Who are you phoning?

Gil.

Now? Why?

Its past time I heard from him. He pressed the send button. And I need a distraction at the mo-ment. Big-time.

So did she, she thought, relieved. The past few minutes had been too intense and upsetting, and her present life was already in such chaos.

Whats happening? Logan said into the phone. Why the hell havent you contacted me, Gil? Yes, I am surly, dammit.

He listened. Dont be stupid. It could be a trap. Marens already killed one man.

Eve stiffened.

Dont do it. He listened again. Yes, shes here. No, I wont let you talk to her. Talk to me.

Eve held out a hand.

He muttered a curse and handed her the phone. Hes an idiot.

I heard that, Gil said. Johns a little testy, isnt he? Thats why I wanted to talk to you. I really dont need to be yelled at in my present state.

What state is that?

Im walking a tight line. Maren is one cool customer.

You spoke to him about the deal?

He denied everything and pretended he didnt know what I was talking about.

Thats a logical reaction. I didnt think it would work.

But I think it did work. I could see I was hitting the bulls-eye. Maren didnt call the hospital security guards. Thats a good sign. I told him to think about it and meet me at a designated place on the Potomac near the C and O canal. Tonight at eleven.

He wont come. Hell talk to Lisa Chadbourne and theyll set a trap for you.

Maybe.

No maybe. Her hand clenched on the tele-phone. You and Logan told me she probably per-suaded him to kill for her. Do you think hes going to believe shed betray him?

Hes a very smart man. Its not easy to fool him. Its hard for me to believe hed let her talk him into killing Chadbourne in the first place. I think I can make him see that he has to cut his losses and get out before hes history.

Dont meet him, Gil.

I have to meet him. If I wrap up Maren, weve got Lisa Chadbourne. Ill let you know how it goes. Gil hung up.

She handed the phone back to Logan. Hes going to do it.

Hes an idiot, Logan said between his teeth.

You said he was a professional and knew what he was doing.

I never said his judgment was infallible. The meeting tonight is a mistake.

She thought it was a mistake too. Unless Lisa Chadbournes hold on Maren had weakened, there was no way hed betray her. And she would never allow that hold to be broken.

Until she broke it herself.

Shes going to be angry.

What?

Lisa Chadbourne. I think she probably regards Maren as her property. Shes going to be angry that were trying to take him away from her.

Its hardly reasonable shed feel possessive of a man she intends to dispose of.

Whos to say shes always reasonable? She has emotions like everyone else. Shes going to be on edge and maybe a little panicky when she finds out were close to Maren. It will be a surprise. She wont have realized wed made that connection.

Gil could be right. Maren might not tell her.

You dont believe that.

He shook his head.

Then what are we going to do?

Youre going to wait here with Kessler. Im going to fly up to Washington and go with Gil to that meeting.

You could be recognized.

Screw it.

Or caught in the same trap.

Ditto. He got out of the car and went around to the drivers side. Ill need the car. Ill drive to Sa-vannah and hop a plane from there. You drive back to the motel with Gary.

She slowly got out, then reached into the back-seat and retrieved Bens case. What about the test results?

You get them. You said it might be days. He slipped behind the wheel. Im no help here anyway.

And Ivanhoe had action to be taken and a castle to be won.

She wanted to hit him.

Phone and let me know what happens. She opened the passenger door of Garys Volvo. Pro-viding youre alive to do it.

Ill be alive. He started the car. Ill be back to-morrow. You should be safe. He frowned. Should isnt good enough. I cant take the chance. Ill call Kessler from the airport and get him to pay one of Tellers security guards to go to the motel and keep watch until I get back.

And what excuse is he going to give Teller?

Kesslers been pretty innovative so far. Let him worry about it.

Timwicks probably still camped out at Duke, and itll take time for anyone to track us here. This is definitely off the beaten path as far as forensic labs are concerned.

But she was no longer certain that the Duke di-version had worked. Lisa Chadbourne wouldnt focus totally on Logan; she had too much respect for women.

A security guard parked out front at the motel wont hurt. Be sure and lock your door, Logan said. And call me if you notice anything suspicious. Anything.

Ill be careful.

He hesitated. I have to go, Eve. Gil is my friend and I brought him into this.

She got into the Volvo and put Bens case on the floor. So go. She gave him a cool glance. I dont need you, Logan. Ive never needed you. Ill handle this myself.

Keep Bens skull with you.

Have you ever seen me leave him anywhere? She smiled bitterly. I know whos important in the scheme of things.

Thats not true. Its just that

Go on. She waved her hand dismissingly. Go help Gil. Go do what you have to do.

Why the hell are you I thought you liked Gil.

I do and I want him safe. But she didnt want Logan dead, and the more she thought about Lisa Chadbourne, the more frightened she became. Im not arguing. I know it wouldnt do any good. Good-bye, Logan.

He still hesitated.

Good-bye, Logan.

He muttered an oath beneath his breath and backed out of the parking space. In another minute he was gone.

Alone.

Its not good for you to be alone, Mama.

She was accustomed to being alone. When the door was shut and the world closed out, wasnt every-body alone?

Yet it was strange that she was feeling more alone now than ever before.

Wheres Logan?

She turned and saw Gary had walked up to the car. Winging his way north. Gil Price needed him, Eve said. What did you find out?

Well, theres some bad news and some good news. The good news is that Chris has converted their method over to chemiluminescence. They could work up a DNA profile for me today.

And the bad news?

He said he wont do it. Hes too busy. He held up his hand. I know. I know. You dont have to say it. Hell do it. I just have to be a little more persistent. It wont be today, but I may be able to get the initial profile tomorrow. I just thought Id come out and give you a report. He tossed her his keys and started back toward the lab. Go back to the motel. Ill probably be here until after midnight. Ill take a taxi.

She didnt want to go back to the motel. She wanted to go into the lab and help. She wanted to do something.

Yes, sure, and blow everything Gary was trying to do.

Forget it. Her irrational impulse was only due to the fact that she had nothing to do, sitting there waiting was getting on her nerves. She could al-most sympathize with Gary and Logan, who had seized the opportunity to take action, any action, even if it held an element of recklessness.

What was she thinking? Recklessness had nothing to do with her life. She needed steadiness and serenity. Taking chances was not for her.

She mustnt begin to think about Lisa Chadbourne as if she were some kind of superwoman. Logan was probably right about Gary and her being safe for the time being. Accept it. Relax. After the tension and pace of the last days, she should be glad for a boring few days in Bainbridge.

Ive narrowed the possibility of the safe house at Lanier down to four, Timwick said as soon as Fiske picked up the phone. They were all booked day be-fore yesterday.

By Wilson?

How the hell would I know? Timwick asked sourly. Do you think shed use her real name?

Shed have to make a deposit. That means a credit card.

And whos to say that she doesnt have a phony? Do you think Logan wouldnt have made provisions for that? Got a pen? He rattled off the four ad-dresses. Get on it right away.

As soon as I can.

What the hell do you mean?

You told me to check out Kessler. Im at Emory now and he left on an unexpected trip yesterday morning.

Where?

Ive no idea. Im on my way to talk to his assis-tant and see if I can find out.

The mother is more important. Kessler is just a long shot. Logan will be going to Duke if he wants an expert.

Now that Im here, I might as well check it out.

I told you to drop it. Go to Lanier.

What do you want me to do if I find her?

Just stake her out. Ill let you know.

I told you I dont like stakeouts. Ill find her, but you assign someone else for the donkey work, Timwick.

The silence at the other end of the phone was frigid. The chicken bastard didnt like being told what to do. Well, hed better get used to it. Timwick didnt know it, but the game had changed and the queen was controlling the board.

You realize that you can be replaced, Fiske.

But it would be difficult at this stage of the game. Why not let me do what I do best?

Another silence, colder than the last. Very well, report to me as soon as youve located the women.

Right. Fiske hung up the phone and moved quickly toward the dorm where Kesslers assistant, Bob Spencer, lived. Hed tell Spencer he was an old friend of Kesslers, maybe take him out to dinner and pump him. Even if he didnt know Kesslers location, Fiske might be able to find out the lab where Kessler generally did his tests. Find out where the tests are being done, Lisa Chadbourne had said.

No problem.

He knew ? Lisa murmured. My God, he knew, Scott?

Not for sure. My take is that Logan made an educated guess.

And then sent Price to lay the cards on the table. Why?

Scott didnt answer for a moment. A deal. He wants you more than he wants me, Lisa.

What kind of deal?

Im out of the country, out of the picture, some-where with a new identity, if I furnish evidence against you.

Panic rushed through her and she fought to quell it. She had known Logan was smart and that he might suspect her, but shed hoped he wouldnt make the connection with Scott. Hes lying. Theyd never let you off.

Perhaps.

Her stomach clenched. And were you tempted, Scott? Just a little?

For Gods sake, Im calling you, arent I? Does that sound like I want to strike a deal?

No, Im sorry. Im scared. I never thought theyd guess it was you. Jesus, it was all falling apart.

No, it wasnt. She just had to think, to make ad-justments. We can work our way out of this. We may be lucky that they thought you might make a deal. They could have gone to the media.

But weve blocked that route for them.

Did you finish substituting the records?

Right after Price left me.

The panic subsided a little. It was going to be all right. She could see her way clear now. Thank God. Then Ill talk to Kevin right away and start the ball rolling. Its going to be fine, Scott.

Is it?

Of course it is. I promise you.

Youve promised me a lot of things, Lisa, he said wearily.

And havent I given you everything I promised? Youve lived the sweet life all these years.

You think I couldnt have done it without you?

I didnt say that, Scott.

He was silent a moment. Sorry.

He sounded odd, and she knew better than to overlook any change in him. The situation was too delicate. Whats wrong?

Price said something else. He told me about three people whod been murdered quite recently and that the murders conveniently erased problems for you. He asked if I wasnt afraid that Id be killed too.

And are you afraid, Scott? After all these years, are you afraid Id hurt you?

Silence. No, I guess not.

Thats not good enough. Dont guess, know.

He didnt say anything.

She closed her eyes. Christ, not now. Dont let him doubt now. Well talk. Ill prove it to you. But now we have to deal with Price as cleanly as possible to save you.

Not to mention you.

All right, save both of us. Go ahead and meet Price. Ill have Timwick there before you.

And?

Well take Price and try to use him as a bargaining tool for the skull. We have to have that skull back.

You think Logan will deal?

Weve got to try. She paused. Trust me, Scott. I wont let Logan take you down. Not after all youve done for me. She hung up.

Her heart was beating too hard. Breathe deeply, steadily. It was only another challenge.

But it was a challenge she shouldnt have had to meet. If Timwick had done his job with Donnelli, no one would ever have suspected Scott and she would not have had to make this decision. Panic was turning to rage. Logan and Duncan were coming too close and she was losing control.

So gain control. She had a way out. Shed call Timwick and tell him the problem.

But first she had to talk to Kevin and guide him on the path he had to take.

Joe called Eve at eight that evening. Ive managed to get a letter Chadbourne wrote to his sister when their mother died a few months before he took office. I dont think theres any doubt that he licked that par-ticular envelope himself.

Great. How did you get it?

You dont want to know. That would make you an accessory. But I havent gotten the sample from Millicent Babcock yet, and I thought that would be the easiest. Im following her and her husband to the country club this evening to see if I can get my hands on a glass. He paused. How are you?

Fine. Gary is going to be able to get the DNA right away.

Good. Another silence. Is Logan taking good care of you?

She avoided answering. He would go ballistic if he knew Logan wasnt here. I take care of myself, Joe.

I should be there. I should have told Logan to come here and follow that Babcock woman around. I didnt trust him to get the job done, but Im spinning my damn wheels.

Youll get it tonight.

Id better or Ill mug the damn woman and get a blood sample instead. Youre not laughing. I was joking, dammit.

Sorry, nothing seems very funny to me right now.

Me neither. Ill try to be there tomorrow. Take care of yourself.

Joe. She stopped him before he could hang up. Have you called Diane?

Before I left Atlanta.

Shell be worried about you. Im feeling guilty enough about involving you. I dont want to send her off the deep end too.

Ill call her.

Now?

Now, dammit. He ended the call.

She put the phone back on the table. At least Joe was safe and behaving with his usual protectiveness. Tomorrow hed be here and shed once more feel that sense of homecoming that was always present when she was with Joe.

Now she had only to wait for Logan to call and tell her he and Gil were okay.

Call her, Joe thought. You promised Eve youd call Diane. Now do it.

He dialed his home number and Diane picked up immediately.

Hi, babe, just thought Id check in. How are you doing?

Where are you, Joe?

I told you, out of town on a case. I should be able to wrap it up pretty soon.

What case?

Nothing youd be interested in.

Oh, I think Id be interested. Her tone was hard. Do you think Im stupid, Joe? Im tired of pre-tending Im blind. All this stuff on television. Its Eve, isnt it?

He was silent. He knew she wasnt stupid, but hed hoped shed pretend the problem didnt exist, as she usually did with issues that made her uncomfortable.

Isnt it?

Yes.

Its gone too far, Joe. Her voice was shaking. How long do you think I can put up with this? We have a good life and youre risking everything we have for her. Is she worth it?

You know I cant turn my back on her.

Oh, I know that. Nobody knows it better. I thought I could take it, but she dominates your god-damned life. Just why the hell did you marry me, Joe?

Youre upset. Well talk about this when I come home.

If you come home. If she doesnt get you killed. Diane slammed down the phone.

Jesus, hed made a mess of it. Why had he thought the marriage would work? Hed given her everything he could, everything hed thought she wanted. Hed tried to balance honesty with kindness, but Diane had pride, and no matter how he tried to avoid inflicting pain, it was inevitable. Everything Diane had said was true. She had every right to wonder why he had married her.

He hoped she never found out.

EIGHTEEN

The scent of the damp, mossy riverbank hit Logan as soon as he got out of the car. The smell of earth re-minded him of the cornfield in Maryland.

Not a particularly happy memory, Logan thought. A successful diversion, but he still remembered Eves face when she found out hed used her as bait.

Smells good, doesnt it? Gil breathed deeply as he started to walk toward the river. Reminds me of home.

The area appeared deserted and, at least, Gil had chosen a meeting place with no trees or cover. The gulf? Youre from Mobile, arent you?

A little town outside Mobile.

Deep South.

Where else did you think I learned to love Garth Brooks?

Logans gaze raked the bank. It should be therehellip; God, he wished there were moonlight. But you tell me country is universal.

But every universe has to have a home planet. He glanced at Logan. Relax. Its going to be okay. No one can approach us without us seeing them. If anyone but Maren shows we can take off.

And if were cut off from the car?

We can always swim.

Ive got a better idea. He breathed a sigh of re-lief as the moon came out from behind the clouds and he saw the gleam of stainless steel. I rented a speed-boat and arranged to have it brought downriver and staked out over there.

Gil started to laugh. I knew you would. God, youre anal, John.

Its better than swimming.

Do you think I wouldnt have done it myself if I hadnt known youd provide?

How the hell do I know what youd do? You arranged this damn-fool meeting. Why couldnt you just have him call you?

Because he may need more persuading. Its too easy to hang up a telephone.

And you have a death wish.

I have a death wish? The risk isnt as great for me as for you. Ive already taken one bullet this month. I figure that puts the odds on my side. You should have stayed in Georgia and let me handle it.

Logan didnt answer.

Of course, I realize that you were afraid some-thing might happen to me. Gil gave him a sly glance. Naturally, you didnt want anything to happen to a man of my brilliance and charisma.

No?

And besides, you dont have that many friends who are willing to put up with your lack of appre-ciation for the finer things of life. Yes, I should have known youd hop on a plane for purely selfish reasons.

Purely selfish.

Ah, you admit it.

You bet I do. I couldnt stand another day at Bainbridge. The only thing I could get on the radio was Hank Williams Jr. and that damn song Feed Jake.

Gil chuckled. God, really? Thats got to be my kind of town.

I agree. Ive got an airline ticket in my pocket for you. His lips tightened grimly. If you survive tonight.

Gils smile faded. This is worth the chance, John. I managed to shake Maren. I could see it.

Then, where is he?

Were early. I think hell be here.

Only forty minutes early. But there was no sign of movement on the bank of the canal or the river. If there was a trap, he couldnt see it.

Maybe Gil had succeeded in convincing Maren. It was possible. Perhaps in a hour all this would be over and their work on Bens skull would be of sec-ondary importance.

Lord, he hoped so.

But where the hell was Maren?

The security guard looked up from talking to the clerk at the information desk. Good night, Dr. Maren, he said, smiling. Late night.

Paperwork. Its the bane of my existence. Good night, Paul. He went out the glass doors and headed for his reserved space, where his classic 1957 Corvette was parked. The timing was right. Thirty minutes and hed be at the canal.

He pulled out of the lot and turned left. With any luck, it would be over before he got there. Timwick didnt really need him to act as bait to catch Price.

So why was he going? Was it truly Price who was to be caught in the trap?

The poison Price had injected was eating into him. Lisa. Death.

Stop it. It wasnt true. Price had given him suppo-sition, not proof. Lisa and he were bound together. She knew it as well as he did.

A red traffic light flashed on the cross street ahead.

Symbolic?

It wouldnt hurt to be cautious. He wouldnt go to the meeting with Price. Hed go to his house and wait for Lisa to call him and tell him what had hap-pened. The tension immediately left him with the decision. Hed turn right at the next intersection and in ten minutes hed be home and safe.

He braked as he neared the red light.

Nothing.

He pumped frantically.

The Corvette moved toward the intersection.

It was late. Maybe the traffic

A garbage truck was heading for the inter-section. Huge. Fast Oh, God, it was moving too fast to stop.

The truck hit the drivers side of the Corvette like a tank, driving the small car sideways into the street-light on the corner. It tore through the fiberglass, through flesh and bone and muscle.

Lisa.

The man coming toward them had Marens tall build and he was alone.

I told you I got to him, Gil murmured.

A low throbbing to the south.

Logans heart jumped. The hell you did.

The air.

Why hadnt he thought about the air? Logan thought, even as the brilliant blue lights of the heli-copter speared down at them out of the darkness.

Run for the boat! Keep low.

Gil was already streaking for the speedboat.

The man theyd thought was Maren was running toward them.

A bullet whistled by Logans ear.

Son of a bitch.

Gil was in the boat, untying the line from the stake.

The damn helicopter was almost on top of them, flooding the boat with cold blue light.

Logan jumped in the boat and turned on the throttle.

The water ahead of them was sprayed with bul-lets from above.

Stay low. Logan started zigzagging the boat across the water, trying to avoid the cone of light. If we can make it to that inlet, were home free. Theres a thick tree cover, and there are too many residences for them to keep shooting. Well ditch the boat and

Another spray of bullets, closer.

Too close.

Christ, that beam was like a spotlight. How could they miss?

Unless they wanted to miss.

Unless they were more valuable alive than dead.

The skull. Jesus, they needed the skull.

The speedboat tore into the inlet and was en-gulfed in shadows from the overhanging trees.

Not safe yet. Not as long as they remained in the boat. He pulled the boat close to the bank and cut the motor. He jumped out and grabbed the lead.

He could hear the helicopter overhead. Come on, well go up to the house and see what kind of transport we can

Gil was staring at him, his eyes glittering.

Gil?

Why hadnt Logan called?

Eve rolled over in bed and looked at the illumi-nated face of the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was almost three in the morning. Surely he could have picked up the damn phone and let her know he and Gil were safe.

If they were safe. If the trap hadnt been sprung.

Go to sleep. They were hundreds of miles away. She couldnt help by lying there, staring into the darkness.

And wishing she hadnt been so curt to Logan be-fore hed left.

My God, she was having all these morbid regrets, as if he werent on his way back to her.

Back to her? Back to Ben and the forensic testing, back to their joint purpose.

Never back to her.

Kessler knocked on her door at seven-thirty the next morning. Theres something you should see. He came into the motel room and switched on the televi-sion set. The Presidents press secretary just issued a statement. CNN is repeating it now. When a picture of Kevin Detwil appeared on the screen, Kessler mur-mured, Look at him. Even knowing its not Chadbourne, I still cant

The shot immediately switched to the group of reporters firing questions at Jim Douglas, Chadbournes press secretary.

It wasnt John Logan in the fire?

So Ive been told. The man who burned to death at Barrett House was Abdul Jamal.

And you think an assassination conspiracy is a possibility?

I wish I could say it wasnt. I assure you the President doesnt like the idea of being a target. But since the fire occurred at the time President Chadbourne was invited to visit Barrett House, Mr. Timwick tells me he has to consider the possibility and increase his security.

And Logan is suspected of instigating this conspiracy?

We sincerely hope not. Even though theyre on the opposite ends of the political spectrum, the Presi-dent has always held him in respect. Its his sincere wish that Logan will come forward and explain all this. He paused. Until that time, we must consider Logan a threat to both the President and the country. Jamal was a known terrorist and assassin and the Se-cret Service believes that the Presidents visit to Bar-rett House would have been a disastrous mistake.

We were told the body was almost entirely destroyed. How did you manage to match the DNA to Jamal?

Mr. Timwick asked that a check be made.

Then you already suspected that Jamal was at Barrett House.

When the President goes anywhere, we have to make sure the situation is secure. You all know how fanatically determined Logan has been to see that the President is not elected to a second term. When Mr. Timwick discovered that Mr. Logan may have had contact with Jamal on his last visit to Japan, he asked Bethesda to run a check on Jamal. He held up his hand. No more questions. The President wishes me to assure you that under no circumstances will this threat interfere with his attendance at the funeral of his good friend, nor with the execution of his duties as president. Jim Douglas turned and walked out of the room.

There was a final shot of the President in the Rose Garden, which must have been taken at some other time. He was smiling down at Lisa Chadbourne and she was smiling back with just the right amount of support and concern.

My God. Eve turned off the set and turned to Kessler. How hard are they looking for Logan?

Theyve pulled out all the stops. Hes a prime suspect. Kessler added, And you too.

She crossed her arms over her chest to keep from trembling. Now Im a terrorist as well as a murderer?

Youve been downgraded. Youre just an acces-sory. Logan is the murderer. They believe he had a falling-out with Jamal about the terms of the assassi-nation and killed him.

And burned down the house to hide it.

Correct.

Its completely preposterous. No one could believe a story like that. Logan is a respectable businessman. Why would he become involved with terrorists?

Im not so sure they wont believe it, Gary said slowly. The average person sitting before a televi-sion set has a tendency to accept what the authorities tell him, and people in general have no liking for big business. Havent you heard that the only way to get someone to accept a big lie is to tell some little truths along with it? Youll notice that Douglas stressed two points. Logans political fanaticism, and his visits out of the country. Theyve started with basic provable facts and layered in DNA science and the average Americans fear of foreign terrorists. Its a pretty complete package.

Complete enough to make it impossible for Logan to surface without danger of being shot on sight. She had it all planned. Eve still found it hard to believe. That was why, when that body was found in Barrett House, Detwil issued a statement praising Logan and revealing that hed planned to go there that weekend. We thought she was trying to have Maren switch the DNA to prove the body was Logans. Instead, she was setting this up.

He nodded. Identifying that body as Jamal makes your situation a hell of a lot more difficult.

Difficult. It made it a nightmare. Logan will be a target of every law enforcement body in the country.

Maybe he was already dead. Why hadnt he called her?

No, the media would have picked up on Logans capture or death. She suddenly remembered the press secretarys last words. What funeral? What was he talking about?

Scott Maren. He was killed in an automobile ac-cident last night. They just announced that the fu-neral would be two days from now.

The words struck her like a blow. What?

A truck broadsided his Corvette.

Where? Near where Gil was supposed to meet him?

No, only a few blocks from the hospital. They think something was wrong with his brakes.

Murder.

Gary shook his head. Not as far as the officials are concerned. Theyre investigating, but they think its just an accident. Respected doctor, liked by everyone. No motive.

It was murder. It was too coincidental. Lisa had gotten rid of Maren because shed been afraid hed become a liability. Which meant Maren had told her about Gil approaching him.

They set a trap for Gil. And Logan had walked into the trap with him.

Its possible. But we dont know. We have to wait and see. In the meantime, I think it would be a good idea if you stayed away from the testing lab, Kessler said. Logan would like you to stay here with Tellers security guard.

No, Ill go with you.

To protect me? He made a face. What can you do sitting in a car in the parking lot? I appreciate the effort, but I can care for myself. Besides, its only ten minutes from here. I promise Ill phone if I need you.

Ill go, dammit.

What about Logan? Have you heard from him?

No.

He touched the circles beneath her eyes. And youre worried. Shouldnt you stay here and wait for him? Hes the one who is in danger.

I cant help him. I dont even know where he is.

Hes a bright young man. Hell come back. He turned to leave. I have to get to the lab. Chris prom-ised me those results late today, but he works better with a little subtle browbeating.

She tried to smile. Theres nothing subtle about you, Gary.

Perhaps not, but Im effective. He paused at the door. You stay here. You have no car and I wont let you in my Volvo.

Id feel better going with you.

Since Im in control of the transport, I get my way. Ill see you for dinner. Come to my room at eight. I saw a menu flyer from Bubba Blues Barbecue. He shook his head. What a name. Thank God they de-liver. I have a vision of sawdust on the floor, a rattle-snake in a glass case, and a moaning country singer. I shudder at the chance were taking.

The door closed behind him.

She was shuddering too, but for a different reason. She closed her eyes, but she could still see Lisa Chadbournes face as she looked up at Detwil. The loyal wife protecting her husband in his hour of need.

But it was Logan who was in need. Logan and Gil who were on the run.

Where the hell were they?

Sweet Jesus, Sandra murmured, her gaze on the television screen. Whats happening to her, Margaret?

Nothing. They havent been caught and they wont be. Johns too smart to let that happen. This is just upsetting you. Margaret turned off the set. Hell, its upsetting me too.

Why hasnt she called me?

She called you yesterday.

But she must know Id see What should we do?

What were doing. Sit tight until John gets everything straightened out.

Yeah, sure. She nibbled at her lower lip. Maybe we should do something.

Like what?

I have a friend in the D.A.s office.

No, Margaret said sharply, then she tempered her tone. He couldnt help and hed lead anyone in-terested right to us.

Maybe not. Ron would be careful.

Sandra, no.

I cant just sit here. She looked Margaret in the eye. I know you think Im some kind of lightweight, but Ive been around the block a couple of times. Give me a chance to do something.

I dont think youre a lightweight, Margaret said gently. I think youre smart and kind and under normal conditions youd be taking care of me. These arent normal conditions. Just be patient, okay?

Sandra shook her head.

Okay, then try to get your mind off it. How about a game of blackjack?

Again? You always beat me. You must spend half your time in Las Vegas.

Well hellip; Margaret grinned. One of my brothers is a dealer.

I knew it.

Okay, no blackjack. Ill make the supreme sacri-fice and let you cook me another one of those won-derful meals. You do realize Im going to be a blimp before we get out of here.

Im a lousy cook, and you know it. Stop trying to distract me.

Well, the casserole last night was better than the chili for lunch. Maybe youre getting better.

And maybe cows can fly. She might as well go along with her, Sandra thought resignedly. Margaret could be relentless, and besides, cooking did keep her occupied. She rose to her feet. Ill make a pot roast. But you have to make the salad and do the dishes.

Im just a drudge, Margaret groaned. Okay, lets get at it.

Third time lucky.

Fiske watched the two women bustling around the kitchen. The scent of meat and peppers drifted to him and reminded him he hadnt had breakfast that morning. The smell evidently had attracted Pilton too, because he had come in from the porch and was standing in the kitchen, talking to Margaret Wilson.

Fiske backed away from the window into the shrubbery and set off through the woods. He reached his car, which was parked in the driveway of an empty rental cottage. Now that Sandra Duncan had been located, he could call and pacify Timwick. Then hed contact Lisa Chadbourne and tell her of his progress. Though from what hed seen on the news that morning, shed been a little too busy to worry about Sandra Duncan.

Too bad about Scott Maren. The doctor had been on the list Timwick had given him and he felt a little cheated that the job had been given to someone else.

He opened the glove box, took out the list, and drew a line through Marens name. He couldnt take credit, but he could keep the list accurate.

He had another name to add to the list. He care-fully wrote in the name Joe Quinn. Kesslers assistant had been very helpful last night.

He took out the pictures of Quinn and Kessler that Timwick had faxed him and studied them. Kessler was old and would probably pose no chal-lenge, but Quinn was young, fit, and a cop. He might prove interesting.

He glanced down at the road atlas open on the passenger seat. Kesslers assistant had known nothing about Kesslers recent activities but he knew his pat-tern, his methods, his friends, his modus operandi.

He knew about the work done by Chris Tellers research center in Bainbridge.

So now Lisa Chadbourne had a choice of targets.

How did I do? Kevin asked. Was the statement right? Do you think I should have told Douglas to be a little more stern?

You were great, Lisa said patiently. The state-ment to the media was just right. You made yourself seem regretful and Logan appear dangerous enough for us to have a reason to go after him.

Self-defense. He nodded. It should work.

It will work. She handed him the paper shed just printed out. You need to memorize this. I want you to sound completely extemporaneous.

What is it?

The eulogy youre giving for Scott Maren. He glanced over the text. Touching.

A little tearing wouldnt be remiss. He was one of Bens best friends.

And yours. Kevin was staring down at the speech and his next words came haltingly, Wasnt he?

She tensed. She didnt like his tone. Shed become accustomed to taking Kevins willful blindness for granted. Yes, he was my good friend. He did a great deal for mehellip; and for you.

Yes. He didnt look up from the speech. Its strange. The accident, I mean.

He always insisted on driving that little Cor-vette. Everyone told him that he should switch to a bigger car.

No, I mean right now.

What are you trying to say, Kevin? She took the speech away from him. Look at me.

He flushed. Im confused. Everythings hap-pening too fast. First, this business with Logan and now Scott dying.

Do you think I had anything to do with Scotts death? She let tears fill her eyes. How could you? He was our friend. He was helping us.

I didnt say that, he said quickly.

You might just as well have said it.

No, I didnt mean He gazed at her helplessly. Dont cry. You never cry.

Youve never accused me of Do you think Im some kind of monster? You know why Ben died. Do you think Id ever do that again?

With Logan.

To save you. Logan should never have interfered with what youre doing.

He reached out and awkwardly touched her shoulder. Forget it. I didnt mean

I cant forget it. She stepped back and thrust the speech at him. Go on to your office and learn that eulogy. And, while youre at it, decide whether I could have written those words about Scott if Id ever meant harm to him.

I know you didnt I just wondered why it hap-pened.

She turned her back on him and walked over to the window.

She could feel his gaze on her and then heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

Thank God. She didnt think she could have held on another minute. The entire night and morning had been a nightmare.

Damn him. Damn him. Damn him.

Tears were still running down her cheeks as she reached for her phone and dialed Timwick.

Why? she asked hoarsely. Damn you, why?

Maren was a threat. Hes always been a threat. I told you he needed to be eliminated when Logan started probing.

And I told you not to do it. Scott was never a threat. He helped us.

He was a loose thread, Lisa. And Logan was too close to unraveling him. You were too soft to do it, so I did it myself.

She closed her eyes. He would never have betrayed me.

Youre not the only one in this. She could hear the panic in his voice. I couldnt take the chance. He changed the subject. The press conference went well. It gives us the firepower we need. We found the speedboat. But we havent gotten a lead on Price and Logan yet. Ill keep you informed. He hung up.

He had dismissed the killing of Scott as if it were unimportant.

Just another deathhellip;

How many more? she wondered. How much more bloodhellip;

She sank down in her desk chair and covered her eyes.

Oh, God, Scott, forgive me. I never thought I cant seem to stop it now. It goes on and on and I have to go with it.

Think. Was there any way out? She had to have the skull. The scenario she had set up gave Timwick the ability to make sure Logan could be killed on sight.

More killing. And after him, Fiskes list would kick in and the deaths would go on.

She couldnt stand it.

A deal?

No, Logan was a stubborn man and would not give up even if sense and practicality told him that he should. Men were always too

But Eve Duncan knew where the skull was and she had no male ego to stop her from thinking clearly. Duncan was a clever woman who would recognize that all their options were gradually disappearing.

Lisa straightened and wiped her eyes. She turned and switched on the computer.

Eve Duncan.

NINETEEN

The phone rang.

Logan?

Eve snatched her phone from the table where shed put it in readiness. Hello.

Hello, Eve. I hope you dont mind my calling you by your given name. Please do the same. I believe events have established a certain intimacy between us.

Eve straightened in shock.

You do know who this is?

Lisa Chadbourne.

You recognize my voice. Good.

How did you get my number?

Ive had it since the first dossier on you was given to me. It didnt seem prudent to contact you under the circumstances.

Since you were trying to kill me?

Please believe I never meant to harm you until you interfered. You should never have accepted Logans offer. She paused. And you should never have permitted Logan to try to persuade Scott to be-tray me.

I dont control Logan. Nobody does.

You should have tried. Youre intelligent and youre strong. All it would have taken was a little ef-fort. Maybe all this could have been She stopped to steady her voice. I didnt mean to get emotional on you. I dont expect you to understand, but its been a bad day for me.

I dont understand. The shock had dissipated a little and the sheer outlandishness of the conversa-tion hit Eve abruptly. And I dont care.

Of course you dont care. She paused. But its necessary that you try to understand. I have to see it through. Its like being on a roller coaster. You cant get off until you reach the end. Ive fought too hard, Ive given up too much. I cant lose all Ive gained.

Through murder.

Silence. I want it to end. Let me find a way to end it, Eve.

Why did you call me?

Is Logan there?

Relief rushed over her. If Lisa didnt know where Logan was, it meant that he and Gil could be safe. Not right now.

Good. Hed get in the way. For a brilliant man, hes not at all reasonable. Youre not like him. You can see the advantages of compromise. She paused. As you did when you begged them not to execute Fraser.

Eves hand tightened on the phone. She hadnt expected her to touch that wound.

Eve?

Im here.

You wanted Fraser to die, but you wanted some-thing else more. You were reasonable enough to deal for what you wanted.

I dont want to talk about Fraser.

I can see why you dont want to remember him. I mentioned him only because you have to be reason-able now.

What do you want from me?

The skull and any other evidence you and Logan have gathered.

And what do I get for handing over those things to you?

The same deal you offered Scott. You disappear and turn up somewhere with enough money to keep you for the rest of your life.

And what about Logan?

Im sorry, its too late for Logan. We had to act publicly to make sure hes no threat to us. You can just fade away, but I cant call off the hunt for Logan. Hes on his own.

And my mother?

You can take her with you. Can we deal?

No.

Why? What else do you want?

I want my life back. I dont want to spend the next fifty years hiding out for something I didnt do. I dont consider that option viable.

Its all I can offer. I cant have you here. Its too dangerous for me. For the first time, Eve could hear an edge of steel to Lisa Chadbournes voice, and something elsepanic. Give me that skull, Eve.

No.

Ill find it anyway. It will just be easier if you give it to me.

Even if you find it youre afraid the truth will come to light in an awkward and public manner. Thats the only reason youre offering me a deal.

God, no. Both the hardness and fear were gone from her voice now. It reflected only weariness and sadness. You refuse?

Ive told you that.

Would it be so bad to let me stay in the White House? Look what Ive done through Kevin. The new bill to save Medicare. Tougher laws on animal and child abuse. Theres a good chance I can get the Na-tional Health Bill passed before the election. Do you know what a miracle that is when we dont control Congress? Her voice hardened with desperation. But Ive only started. Theres so much more that Ive planned for next term. Let me do it, Eve.

And seize immortality for yourself? I dont re-gard murder as a permissible method for pushing bills through Congress.

Please. Reconsider.

No deal.

Silence. Im sorry. I wanted to make it easy for you. No, thats not true. I wanted to make it easier for me. I wanted it to stop. Lisa cleared the thickness from her voice. Youve misjudged your position, Eve. Its not as strong as you think, and there are al-ways two sides of a coin. I hope Ill be able to give you another chance later, but I doubt it. Ill have to move forward. You will remember it was your choice? She hung up.

Eve had thought she had grasped the womans personality and motivations, but she hadnt gone deep enough. She wondered if anyone could go deep enough with Lisa Chadbourne. She had been thinking about her as a ruthless monster like Fraser, but the woman she had just spoken to was very human.

But not vulnerable. She might not be a monster, but her determination would never waver.

Eves hand was shaking as she put down the phone on the table. Christ, she was scared. She had believed she had a slight advantage because she had studied and felt she knew Lisa Chadbourne.

The advantage was gone. Not only did she not know Lisa Chadbourne, but the woman had also been studying her. Lisa Chadbourne also knew Eve.

Two sides of a coin.

Bribery on one side. Death on the other. It couldnt be clearer. She had refused Lisas offer and now she had to face the consequences.

Why the hell couldnt she stop shaking? It was as if Lisa had been in the room with her and

A knock on the door.

Her gaze flew across the room.

Dont answer the door, Logan had said.

Two sides of a coin.

For Gods sake, Lisa Chadbourne wasnt some supernatural being who had transported herself to this motel. Eve rose to her feet and strode to the door. And assassins didnt knock politely.

The second knock wasnt polite though. It was hard, impatient, and demanding.

Who is it?

Logan.

She gave a quick glance through the peephole. Thank God. She unfastened the chain bolt and un-locked the door.

Logan strode into the room. Pack your clothes. Youre getting out of here.

Where have you been?

On my way here. He opened her closet, took out her bag, blazer, and windbreaker and threw them on the bed. I took a taxi to Baltimore-Washington airport, rented a car, and drove here.

Why didnt you call me?

He didnt answer.

Dammit, why didnt you call me? Didnt you know Id be worried?

I didnt want to talk to He unzipped her bag. Will you pack? I want you out of here.

The DNA profile isnt done yet. Gary found out the lab could escalate the process, but Joe hasnt come with the comparison samples and Gary says it wont

I dont give a damn, he said harshly. Youre out of it.

Thats going to be hard to do. Did you hear about Abdul Jamal?

On the radio coming down.

She watched him take an armful of underthings out of the bureau drawer and drop them into the bag. His clothes were rumpled and grass-stained and there was a scratch on his forearm. Im not going anywhere until you talk to me.

Then Ill pack for you and dump you in the car with the rest of the luggage.

Stop mishandling my property and look at me, dammit.

He slowly turned to look at her.

She stiffened when she saw his face. Jesus, she whispered. What happened, Logan?

Gils dead. His movement was jerky uncoordi-nated, as he flung more clothes from a drawer onto the bed. Shot. I dont think they even meant to kill him. They were just firing warning shots. But now hes dead. He threw clothes into the duffel. I left him in a boathouse near the river. Im sure you wont approve, considering how you feel. No home for Gil. I just left him and took off running.

Gil, she repeated numbly.

He was born near Mobile. I think he has a brother. Maybe later we can

Shut up. She grabbed his arms. Shut up, Logan.

He was joking before it happened. He said he was safe because hed taken his bullet for the month. He was wrong. He wasnt safe. He didnt know what hit him. He just

Im sorry. God, Im so sorry. Without thinking she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. His body felt stiff and unrelenting, his muscles locked against her. I know he was your friend.

Thats more than I know. If he was my friend, would I have let him run the risks he did?

You tried to persuade him not to meet with Maren. We both tried. He wouldnt listen.

I could have stopped him. But I knew there was a chance he was right about Maren. I could have knocked him on the head or gone by myself. I didnt have to let him go.

Dear heaven, he was hurting and she couldnt reach him. It wasnt your fault. It was Gils decision. You couldnt know that

Bullshit. He pushed her away. Finish packing. Im getting you out of here.

And where am I supposed to be going?

Anywhere away from here. Ill put you on a boat to Timbuktu.

No. She crossed her arms over her chest. Not now. Youre too upset to be reasonable. We need to talk about this.

Pack. Theres nothing to talk about.

Were going to talk. Lets get out of here. She headed for the door. The emotion in the room was so thick, she felt as if she was suffocating. And, it would be better if she could get him away from that damn packing he was obsessing about. Ive been cooped up in here all day. Take me for a drive.

Im not going

Yes, you are. She grabbed Bens case, threw open the door, and glanced over her shoulder. Which car?

He was silent.

Which car, Logan?

The beige Taurus.

She moved toward the car parked across the lot. He reached it before she did. She waited for him to unlock the door.

His lips curved in a sardonic smile as he reached for Bens case. And everywhere that Eve goes, the skull is sure to follow, he murmured, then put the case in the backseat. But then I told you to never leave it alone, didnt I? Even though it makes you an automatic target.

Do you think Id pay any attention to what you said if I didnt think it was the right thing to do? Not likely, Logan.

As soon as they got into the car, she said, Drive.

Where?

I dont care. She leaned back in the seat. As long as its nowhere you can put me on a boat to Timbuktu.

Im not going to change my mind.

And Im not going to try to argue with you when youve probably been planning this all the way from Washington. Just drive.

He drove. He didnt speak for the next thirty min-utes. May I go back now?

No. His body was still rigid with tension. How the hell could she break through to him? Shock? She could tell him about Lisa Chadbournes call. Defi-nitely not. That would only reinforce his determina-tion. Give him some more time.

Lisa stared down at the phone.

Pick it up. Make the call. Youve waited too long already.

No deal, Eve Duncan had said.

All right, accept it.

It had to go on.

Do what you have to do.

Lisa picked up the phone.

It was over an hour later and the rays of the sun were casting long shadows when Logan pulled off the highway into a dirt lay-by. Im not going any far-ther. Get it over with.

Will you listen to me? Eve asked.

Im listening.

And stubbornly determined not to hear. Or maybe not stubborn, she thought wearily. Maybe he was afraid to hear.

It was odd to think of confident and decisive Logan as being afraid. Remember what you told me? Do the best you can and then go on? Youre full of hot air, Logan.

So I dont practice what I preach.

Youre not responsible for Gils death. He was a grown man and he made his own decision. You even tried to talk him out of it.

Weve already gone over this.

And youre not responsible for me. Id have to yield you that right, and I wont do that. Im the only one who guides my life. So dont give me that bullshit about putting me on a boat and sending me to Outer Mongolia.

Timbuktu.

Wherever. Im not going anywhere. Ive gone through too much. Ive too much invested in my life to throw it away. Do you understand?

He didnt look at her. I understand.

Then I guess we can go back to the motel.

He started the car. But it doesnt make any dif-ference. I warn you, Ill find a way to get you on that boat.

She shook her head. I get seasick. I remember when we came back on the ferry from Cumberland Island, I was sick as a dog.

Im surprised you noticed.

I didnt understand it either. I felt as if my life had ended and it didnt seem fair that my body was punishing me too.

But Quinn took care of you.

Yes, Joe always takes care of me.

Have you heard from him?

Last night. Hes found a letter thats almost cer-tain to contain Chadbournes saliva, but hes having trouble getting the sample from Millicent Babcock. He was going to follow her and her husband to the country club and try to swipe a drink glass.

Your stalwart policeman is going to steal?

Talking was helping him. The muscles on Logans forearms were a little less rigid.

Thats not like stealing. She decided not to con-fide the fact that Joe had gotten the letter through du-bious means.

Did you ever read Les Miseacute;rables ?

Yes, and I can see Joe stealing bread to feed a hungry child.

He smiled lopsidedly. Your hero.

My friend, she corrected him.

His smile disappeared. Sorry, I dont have the right to criticize Quinn. Ive failed pretty miserably in the friend sweepstakes.

Stop beating yourself up. Your thinking is blurred. When did you last sleep?

He shrugged.

Youll feel better after you have a good nights sleep.

Will I?

She hesitated and then said bluntly. Probably not. But youll be able to think clearer.

He smiled faintly. Have I ever mentioned how much I like that brutal honesty of yours?

It wouldnt do any good to give you a sugar-coated pill. Youd only laugh at me. Youve been through pain before. You know theres no quick fix. You just have to ride with it.

Yes, thats the only way to handle it. He paused. But I wouldnt laugh at you, Eve. No way. He took his hand from the wheel and covered her hand that lay on the seat between them. Thankhellip; you.

For what? She tried to smile lightly. Saving myself a trip to Timbuktu?

No, thats still on the agenda if I can work it in. He squeezed her hand and then slowly released it. I believe I envy Quinn.

Why?

Many things. His lips tightened grimly. But its much more desirable for a man to be protector and comforter than the other way around. Crying on your shoulder like this displays a certain lack of strength.

You didnt cry on my shoulder.And no one could ever say Logan lacked strength. You yelled at me and threw my clothes around.

Same thing. Sorry, I lost control. It wont happen again.

She hoped it wouldnt happen again. Her re-sponse to his pain had startled her. It had been an al-most maternal reaction. She had taken him in her arms and had wanted to rock him until the agony dis-appeared. She had wanted to comfort and heal, to hold and caress. His vulnerability had broken through barriers that his strength would never have breached. No problem. Just hang my clothes back up and well call it even.

She looked out the window. The need was over. Shut him out. He was coming too close.

She could feel his gaze on her, but she didnt look at him. She kept her eyes on the sun setting behind the trees.

He didnt speak again until he pulled into the parking space near her motel room. I have to talk to Kessler. When do you expect him back from the lab?

She checked her wristwatch. Seven forty-five. He might be in his room now. I was supposed to go to his room at eight and we were going to order dinner to be delivered. She made a face. Bubba Blues Barbecue. Gary said he could imagine the place probably had a rattlesnake in a glass case, saw-dust on the floor, and a country singer yodelingOh, shit. Her eyes filled with tears. She had been so busy comforting Logan that Gils death had not hit home until that moment. Would she ever listen to a country song again without remembering Gil Price?

Yeah. Logans eyes were glittering. I told him hed love this place. That all they had on the radio was country music like He abruptly opened the door and got out of the car. I have to go to my room and shower and change clothes. He reached in the backseat and pulled out the case. Ill take custody of Ben for a while. Ill meet you in Kesslers room in twenty minutes.

She nodded numbly as she moved toward her door. Gil Price, humor and gentleness and a zestful love of life. All that gone. Death. Creeping close, striking down Gil. Who was next? Logan could have died with Gil.

The other side of a coin.

She went into the room and shook her head as she saw the clothes scattered on the bed. Shed clean up this mess and try to

Screw it.

She was scared and worried and chillingly aware of the shadows drawing near. She hadnt talked to Mom since last night and she needed to make contact. She reached for the telephone in her bag.

No answer.

What the hell?

She dialed the number again.

No answer.

The other side of a coin.

Your position isnt as strong as you think.

Mom.

Her hand was trembling as she dialed Logans room number. I cant reach Mom. Shes not an-swering her phone.

Dont panic. It may be

Dont tell me not to panic. I cant reach her.

It may be nothing. Let me call Pilton and check.

Whats the chance of that hap

Im going to call Pilton, he interrupted. Ill get back to you. He hung up the phone.

Nothing was wrong.

Fiske hadnt found her.

Nothing was wrong.

The phone rang.

She jumped to answer it.

Shes fine, Logan said. I talked to her. She and Margaret were just sitting down to dinner. The bat-tery on her phone was down.

Safe. The relief was so intense, she felt almost sick. Shes okay?

Shes worried about you. Shed like to break my neck. But shes okay.

She couldnt talk for a moment. You know that boat to Timbuktu, Logan?

Yes.

I want my mother on it.

Well work on it right away. Will you go with her?

Hell, yes. Get me out of here. No, Ill see you in Kesslers room in fifteen minutes.

I have a copy of the DNA report, Gary said as soon as he opened the door. Wheres Quinn with those comparison samples?

He should be here soon. She looked beyond him to Logan, who was sitting in the chair across the room. Logan told you about Gil Price?

Gary nodded. Not good.

Very bad. Youve done everything you can, Gary. Youve got the report for us. For Gods sake, will you leave now?

When I finish. When I have Quinns samples.

Thats not good enough. We dont need you any-more. Joe can go to the lab and get

No, Duncan. Garys voice was gentle but firm. I finish what I start.

Thats stupid. Youll end up like Gil Price. She whirled on Logan. Tell him.

Ive tried, Logan said. He wont listen.

Like Gil. Gil wouldnt listen either. She drew a deep breath. But you have to listen. Shes going to Two sides of a coin.

What?

Lisa Chadbourne. She phoned me this after-noon.

Logan sat up straight in his chair. What the hell?

She wanted to make a deal with me for the skull.

Why didnt you tell me she called? Logan asked grimly.

Think about it. Were you in a mood to listen? You wouldnt have been reasonable.

I dont feel reasonable now either. Did she threaten you?

In a way.

What kind of way?

She washellip; sad. What difference does it make? she asked impatiently. I just want Gary and my mother out of this. Okay?

Did she say anything to lead you to believe that she knows anything about Bainbridge or your mother?

Of course she didnt. Shes too smart. Shed never give anything away. She turned to Gary. But you have to

The only thing I have to do is call Bubba Blues Barbecue, Gary said. Do you want ribs or steak?

I want you to leave.

Or maybe a pork sandwich?

Garyhellip;

He reached for the phone and started dialing. Give me your order or youll get the ribs.

She gazed at him helplessly. Dammit. Steak.

Good choice.

Joe Quinn arrived at the door thirty minutes after the delivery man from Bubbas brought the food.

Got it. Joe held up the two black thermal bags. How fast can you get a comparison?

She eagerly turned to Gary. Tonight?

He shrugged. Maybe. Ill call Chris and see if I can persuade him to go back to the lab tonight. He wiped the barbecue off his fingers and reached for the telephone. Get out of here. Its going to take some talking. He worked most of last night for me and hes not going to like this.

Joe opened the door. When youre ready to go, Ill drive you to the lab, Gary.

Gary waved an acknowledging hand.

You okay? Joe asked Eve as they walked out.

As good as can be expected. Gil Price was killed.

Joe glanced at Logan. Your friend?

Logan nodded.

I heard about the press conference. Everythings going to hell, isnt it?

Thats pretty accurate.

What are you planning to do with the DNA evi-dence once you get it?

I have a few friends in Washington who would go to bat as long as the proof is there.

Joe shook his head. Too chancy.

Not with Andrew Bennett in my corner. Hes chief justice of the Supreme Court.

Better than a politician but still risky.

You have a better idea?

The media.

Lisa Chadbournes an expert at manipulating the media.

Maybe, but name me a reporter whos not ready to blow up an entire administration if it sells newspapers.

The storys too bizarre, Eve said. And theyve laid too many obstacles for us to even get near a newspaper.

I could do it.

Eve shook her head.

I know a man with the Atlanta Journal and Con-stitution. Peter Brown. Won a Pulitzer five years ago.

For Gods sake, youd get arrested yourself for harboring criminals, Joe.

Peter will keep his mouth shut.

Maybe, Logan said.

Definitely. He met Logans eyes. Ive already called him and hes interested. Hell, hes salivating. Hes only waiting for the DNA.

Son of a bitch. Without consulting us?

I had to do something while I was spinning my wheels in Richmond. Its better than trusting a politician.

Eve held up her hand. Why dont we wait until we get the results before we start arguing about what to do?

I want this over, Joe said. I want you out of it.

No more than I do, she said wearily. Its getting

Hell do it, Kessler announced as he came out of the room. Hes meeting me at the lab in twenty minutes.

Lets go. Joe moved toward a black Chevrolet a few yards away. How long will this take, Gary?

Six, eight hours.

Pack your bag, Eve.Joe slipped into the drivers seat and started the car. Ill be back as soon as I get the report. Well go pick up your mother and Ill find a safe place for you until we can wrap this up.

Before she could say anything he was pulling out of the lot.

Well, we agree on one thing, Logan mur-mured. We both want you out of here and some-where safe.

The media wasnt a bad idea.

No, its solid. We may go that route. But we need Washington too.

Then why did you argue with him?

He shrugged. Im afraid its becoming a habit. He turned away. Ill go pack and make a few calls to my friends in Washington. I cant let Quinn get ahead of me.

Tellers research lab was dark except for lights shining in one area of the lower floor.

Burning the midnight oil, Fiske thought. The center was supposed to close at six; now, why would anyone be there at one in the morning? Two cars in the parking lot. One Chevrolet with a rental tag.

He had a hunch hed struck pay dirt.

He popped the lid of his trunk and got out of the car. He opened the lid of his electronic equipment case and took out his listening device.

A few minutes later he was back in the drivers seat. He settled himself more comfortably and waited for them to come out of the building.

TWENTY

4:05 A.M.

Eve was waiting at the window when Joe and Gary pulled up into the motel parking lot. Theyre here, she tossed over her shoulder to Logan. She threw open the door. Done?

Done. Gary handed her the briefcase. Millicent Babcocks sample strongly indicated a relation-ship. A brilliant smile lit his face. Chadbournes saliva was a definite match, of course.

Of course. I know that. Eve smiled shakily. Youd be scowling and calling me names if it wasnt.

And rightly so. For wasting my valuable time.

Ive called and arranged a condo in Fort Lauder-dale for you. Logan gave him a card. Its booked under the name Ray Wallins. Stay there until we call you and let you know its safe.

Kessler smiled slyly. A luxury condo? With maid service?

Logan grinned. Maybe. Dont push your luck.

A man of my skills and intellect deserves luxury. It shouldnt be wasted on philistines like you, Logan.

Logan handed him an envelope. Cash. It should keep you content for a few months.

Ah, thats better. Kessler tucked the envelope in his jacket pocket. It will do until the first advance on my best-selling book comes in. He looked at Eve. I may need an assistant, my spelling is atrocious. I might be persuaded to give you a room in my condo if you ask me nicely, Duncan.

I cant spell either.

I guess that means no. Oh, well, youd have tried to hog the credit anyway.

Joe came out of the hotel room carrying Eves bag. Were out of here, Eve. If we start now, we can be at Lanier by nine.

She nodded, still looking at Gary. Thank you. Youve been wonderful.

He nodded. Magnificent.

Youll leave now?

Ill throw my clothes into my suitcase, put the case in my Volvo, and Im on my way to Fort Lauderdale. Five minutes.

Well wait.

Duncan, its not He shrugged. What a stubborn woman. He disappeared into his room and came out a few minutes later. He put his suitcase in his car and turned to face her. Satisfied?

Yes. She stepped closer and gave him a hug. Thank you, she whispered in his ear.

Youre really becoming boring, Duncan. Gary got into his car and turned on the engine.

Are you ready to go? Logan asked Eve. I as-sume youre going with Quinn, since hes done every-thing but toss you in the car. Ill follow you to Lanier.

Were leaving now. Joe got into the drivers seat. Are you packed?

Everythings in my car. Logan crossed the parking lot toward the brown Taurus.

Eve? Joe said.

She nodded quickly and opened the passenger door. The first obstacle, proof, was overcome. She had the DNA reports in the briefcase in her hand. Gary would be safe and so would her mother when they reached her in a few hours.

Thank God.

4:10 A.M.

Fiske took the listening device out of his ear and dialed Lisa Chadbourne.

They were staying at the Roadway Stop in Bainbridge, Fiske said. I followed Kessler and Joe Quinn back from the DNA Testing Center. Logan and Duncan are here too. But none of them are staying. Quinn just put Duncans suitcase in his car. Duncan said good-bye to Kessler. Hes not going with them. Kesslers driving out of the parking lot now.

What about Logan? Lisa Chadbourne asked.

Hes getting in another car. A brown Taurus.

Does she have the skull with her?

How do I know? Shes not going to be carrying a skull under her arm like a purse. I guess she could have stuffed it in her bag. Or maybe Logan has it.

Or maybe theyve hidden it somewhere. Im not asking for your guesses. You havent seen it?

The bitch was beginning to annoy him. No way.

Then dont let them out of your sight. I need that skull.

Youve told me that. Logans following Quinn out of the parking lot.

Then go after them, dammit.

No problem. I know where theyre going. Theyre heading north to pick up Duncans mother at Lanier.

Youre sure?

I just heard Quinn say it.

A silence. Youre positive you wont lose them.

I wont lose them.

Then I have something else for you to do.

Eves digital phone rang when they were forty miles outside Bainbridge.

Duncan. Dont

She could barely hear the words.

What?

Dun-canhellip;

Her heart jumped. Gary?

Another voice. He wanted to say good-bye.

Who is this? she whispered.

Fiske. She wants the skull, Eve.

Where are you?

Back at the motel. I ran our good Dr. Kessler off the road and then persuaded him to come back to his room for a little discussion.

I want to talk to Gary.

Hes not able to talk anymore. She said to tell you it wont be the last. Give her the skull, Eve. He hung up.

Oh, God.

What is it? Joes gaze was fixed on her face.

Her stomach was clenching. She couldnt breathe. Turn around. We have to go back to the motel.

What?

Fiskehellip; and Gary. I know it was Gary.

You cant be sure. It might not be him. It could be a trick.

Dammit, I know it was Gary. He called me Duncan.

Its a trap, Eve.

I dont care. We have to go back. Dear Jesus, that whisper. Turn around, Joe.

The next place I can. Ill put on my emergency lights to signal Logan.

Hurry. She tried to think. She had the briefcase with the DNA reports, but Logan had the skull. If it was a trap, she had to make sure No, stop. I have to give him the briefcase.

They pulled off the highway, and Logan stopped beside them.

Joe got out of the car and shoved the briefcase at him. Were going back to the motel. Kessler called Eve. Its Fiske.

Get in the car with me, Quinn, Logan said. Eve, you wait here.

Screw you. Lets go, Joe.

Joe started the car.

Ill follow you, Logan said.

Dont you dare, Eve said fiercely. She wants the skull. If I have to bargain with it to save Gary, Ill do it. But I wont have any bargaining power if Fiske takes it away from you.

Fiske wont

Joe was already streaking down the highway toward the motel.

She wants the skull, Eve.

Give her the skull.

Gary.

The door of Kesslers room was cracked open, and light streamed through the narrow opening.

Stay here. Joe got out of the car.

Im going to

Dont argue with me. Hey, this is what I do. He drew his gun from his shoulder holster. It will be okay. He pressed against the wall to one side of the door and kicked the door open.

No barrage of shots.

No one barreling through the door.

Nothing.

Joe waited a moment and then crouched low and ran into the room.

She couldnt stand it. She jumped out of the car and ran toward the door.

Joe was suddenly standing in front of her, barring the way. No, Eve.

What do you No. She pushed him aside and ran into the room.

Gary was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, a knife protruding from his throat.

She fell to her knees beside him. Gary.

Come on. Joe tried to lift her to her feet, but she shrugged him off. We have to get you out of here.

We cant leave him. She noticed for the first time the two other knives pinning Garys palms to the floor. Oh, Joe, look what he did to him.

Its over, Eve. I have to get you out of here.

Tears were running down her cheeks. He hurt him. He did it on purpose. He wanted me to know he hurt him. She wanted me to know.

Hes not hurting anymore.

She was rocking back and forth as pain seared through her. Its not fair. He wanted to fight them. He wanted to

Eve, look at me.

She gazed blindly up at Joes face.

His eyeshellip;

He reached down and touched her hair with the most exquisite tenderness. Im sorry, he said gently.

His fist lashed out and struck her chin.

Darkness.

Is she hurt? Logan was getting out of his car when Joe carried Eve out of the motel.

No, get the car door for me.

Logan opened the passenger door of Joes car. What happened to her? Fiske?

Me. He put her in the seat and closed the door. She wouldnt leave Kessler.

Logans gaze flew to the open door. What

Dead.

Fiske?

Not there. Joe went around the car and got into the drivers seat. Get in your car and get out of here. She told you not to come back.

But it appears Fiske didnt want to bargain after all.

He wanted to shake her. It wasnt pretty. He reached into the glove compartment and took out a paper towel. Blood. He began to wipe the stains from Eves hands. Lots of blood.

Shit. Logans gaze was fastened on Eves pale face. What did you do to her?

I knocked her out. Joe started the car. Kneeling there in Kesslers blood was bad for her. Fiske might as well have been standing over her with another butcher knife.

A knife?

I told you it wasnt pretty.

Shes not going to be pleased that you man-handled her.

I did what I had to do. Do you have a gun?

Yes.

But you didnt tell Eve. Joe smiled sardonically. You knew how shed react. You served me up for bar-becue but you protected your ass. Well, keep that gun handy and stay close behind me. If you get hijacked, I might stop and help you. He backed up the car. If youre lucky.

Blood.

Knives.

Pinned.

Oh, God, hed crucified Gary.

She opened her mouth to scream.

Wake up. She was being shaken. Wake up, Eve.

Her lids flew open.

Joe. Joe in the drivers seat next to her. Darkness all around her.

A dream. It had all been a dream.

A dreamhellip;

He shook his head.

Garyhellip; Tears began to pour down her cheeks. Dead?

Joe nodded.

She huddled in the seat, trying to get away from the nightmare. But it came at her. Blood. Gary. Joes hand on her hair. Darkness.

You hit me, she said dully.

I had to do it, he said quietly.

You thought I couldnt stand it.

Maybe. But I knew I couldnt stand it.

She wants the skull. The other side of a coinhellip; She didnt even try to bargain. She said she had to move forward. She wanted to show me she had the power to reach out and kill someone close to me.

That seems to be the picture.

Gary wasnt even really involved, she said numbly. He was out of it. Fort Lauderdale We shouldnt have let him go alone.

We thought it was safe. We had no idea Fiske knew we were in Bainbridge.

She wants the skull, Eve.

Wheres Logan? she asked.

A few miles behind us.

He still has the skull?

Joe nodded.

Give her the skull.

She said to tell you it wont be the last.

Fear jolted through her. My mother.

Were on our way to her right now.

She warned me Gary wouldnt be the only one. How far away are we?

Another three hours.

Go faster.

Easy.

Dont tell me that. She knows I care about my mother. Its only logical that shed choose Mom as an-other target.

Or that shed make sure youd think that and draw you to her. It isnt a fact that they know where your mother is.

We didnt realize that Fiske found out about Bainbridge. Her nails dug into her palms as her hands clenched into fists. But he did. He did.

Yes.

And he could be on his way to Lanier now. He could be ahead of us.

But not necessarily to kill your mother. Its more likely that hed want to get there ahead and set a trap. After all, the skull is the objective.

She took out her phone. Im going to warn them.

Fine. Good idea. But dont panic them into run-ning. They could be safer where they are until we get there. Just tell Pilton to be on the alert.

They could be safer?

Who the hell knew if anything she did would make them safer with Fiske out there?

Her hand was shaking as she dialed the number.

Fiske got back in the car hed parked in the driveway of the deserted cottage. Daylight was breaking in the east and filtering through the mist-shrouded tops of the pine trees.

He figured he had at least an hours lead. He had scouted the Duncan cottage and it was clear the Duncan woman had been busy on the phone. Lights were burning and he had watched Pilton go back into the cottage and shut the door after reconnoitering the perimeter. They were waiting for him.

Well, wasnt that what he had wanted? A challenge.

He dialed Lisa Chadbourne. She warned them.

But theyre still there?

I think theyre waiting for her. Pilton came out fifteen minutes ago and threw some bags into the van, but no ones come out since.

Dont let them leave. She paused. And dont touch them. Not until you get me that skull.

The mother would be a good goad. Better than Kessler. He paused and then insinuated a goad him-self. Though I handled Kessler exceptionally well. Do you want the details?

A silence. I told you the results I needed. I dont need the details.

Squeamish. I kept Kessler alive long enough for him to call her. It wasnt easy with knives in

I said I dont need to know. Now remember that Eve Duncan can only be pushed so far. Dont foul this up, Fiske.

Youre beginning to sound like Timwick.

Another silence. Sorry. Ill leave it in your hands. I know you wont fail me. She hung up the phone.

That damn skull again, tying his hands, keeping him from doing his job.

He leaned forward and opened the glove box. He had plenty of time to update his list. With one bold, satisfying stroke, he crossed out Gary Kesslers name.

8:35 A.M.

Eve jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped at her mothers cottage.

Hold it. Joe was beside her, pushing her to one side. I go in first.

He had gone in first at the motel and found Gary. No. Mom!

No answer.

Then Sandra called out, Its okay, Eve. Pilton wont let me come out, but everythings fine.

Relief almost made Eve ill. Were coming in.

Logan had pulled in behind Joes car. Its okay?

Apparently. Joe was scanning the surrounding woods. Maybe. Go in and make sure theyre ready to go. Ill stay out here.

Logan followed Eve toward the porch.

Wait. Joe asked, Wheres the skull, Logan?

Front passenger seat. Keep an eye on it.

Ill do that. Joes gaze never left the woods. Hurry and get everyone into the cars.

He was out there.

Christ, he could almost smell him, Joe thought.

Smell the blood. Smell the hunger.

His nerves were screaming Fiskes presence. It was as if hed been catapulted back into his past of targets and sanctioned killings. Fiske would under-stand that world. He was out there now, primed, ready. To do what?

Throw a stick of dynamite into the cottage?

Launch a sniper attack as they came out on the porch?

If that were true, Joe would be the first target. The sentry was always the first put down.

But Fiske was acting at a disadvantage. His orders would not have been solely assassination.

The skull.

Joe smiled grimly. So lets end it now. Lets make the hunter the hunted.

Are you watching, Fiske?

He took off his jacket, reached into Logans car, and pulled out the leather case containing the skull.

Bait, Fiske.

He deliberately held up the case above his head.

See it?

He started running, zigzagging through the brush toward the woods.

Come and get it, bastard.

Fiskes eyes opened wide in shock.

The son of a bitch was taunting him. And he was doing it with that leather case, which had to contain the skull.

He watched Quinn run across the rough terrain. He knew what he was doing and he was good. Hed be no easy target.

Pleasure and eagerness suddenly surged through him. The Chadbourne bitch had said to get the skull. First priority. Hed had no idea the priority would offer him such an interesting challenge.

He set off in a diagonal path to intercept Quinn.

Margaret, you go in the van with Pilton, Logan said as he came down the steps. Well take Sandra with us.

Im to go back to Sanibel? Margaret asked. When will you contact me?

When its safe, Logan said. Im going to let Quinn set up a meeting with that reporter with the

Wheres Joe? Eve had stopped on the top step.

Hes got to be around here. Logan swiftly scanned the area.

Eves gaze went to the car.

No Joe.

Her heart was beating so hard it hurt. Fiske.

I doubt if Fiske could surprise him, Logan said. Quinns tough.

He surprised Gary.

Quinns not Gary. Hes not a victim. Hed be more likely to Logan strode over to his car. Son of a bitch.

What?

The case. Quinn took the case.

Why? Oh, Jesus, stupid question. She knew why. Joe wanted it over and, as usual, hed taken the matter in his own hands. He thinks Fiske is here.

And Id bet on his instincts, Logan said. He turned to Pilton. You stay here. Im going after him. If Im not back in Where the hell are you going, Eve?

She was running toward the woods. Im not going to let Fiske hurt him. I wont let that happen.

She heard Logan curse. He was following her, running right behind her. What the hell do you think youre going to do? Youre not some kind of commando.

Joes out there because of me, she said fiercely. Do you think Id let him go alone?

And how do you intend

She was no longer paying any attention to him. She had entered the woods and stopped, breathing hard. Dont call him, that would alert Fiske. Then how was she going to find Joe before Fiske found him?

Dont think of that. Walk softly. Look at the shadows.

Logan was beside her. For Gods sake, go back. Ill find him.

Be quiet. Im listening. He has to be

Logan had a gun in his hand.

He followed her gaze. You may be damned glad I have it.

She was glad, she realized with shock. If that gun could save Joe, then she would use it herself. Gary had died because he was helpless.

Joe must not die.

The leaves of the bushes moved gently behind him and Joe darted to the left behind a gnarled tree.

Are you here? he asked softly. Come and get me, Fiske.

The bushes stirred like the breath of a whisper.

You want the skull? Its right here. He slipped deeper into the woods. God, it was all coming back. Hunt, find, kill. The only difference was the light. Most operations took place at night. Take it from me.

Fiske was close. Joe could smell the faintest odor of garlic and toothpaste.

Where was the scent coming from? Right and a little to the rear. Too little. Too close. Move faster.

Distance.

Silence.

Speed.

The scent was weaker now. He had a little time.

Come on, Fiske. Step into my parlor.

Where the hell was the bastard? Fiske wondered in ir-ritation. It was like following a ghost.

He stopped behind some shrubs, listening, his gaze traveling around the circle of trees.

No sound.

Dammit, Quinn had made no sound since ten minutes before.

Over here.

Fiskes gaze flew to the left.

The leather skull case, sitting beneath an oak tree fifty feet away.

A trap.

Did Quinn think he was an idiot? The minute he showed himself, Quinn would put a bullet in him.

But where was Quinn? Fiske scanned the area around the case. Quinns voice had sounded as if it had come from there, but Fiske couldnt be sure.

The faintest movement.

Shrubbery to the left.

Wait. Be sure. Move closer.

If he shot, hed give away his own position.

The leaves were stirring.

He caught a glimpse of pale blue denim.

Then it was gone.

But the bushes were moving.

Quinn was coming nearer.

He moved another step closer. He raised his gun, waiting for the next rustle to the right.

But the next rustle came from the left, far to the left.

He whirled and pointed his gun.

Logan. And the Duncan woman.

His finger tightened on the trigger.

No. The yell came from above him. He looked up and saw that Quinn had catapulted himself from the branches of a tree.

Fiske swiveled and got off a shot even as Quinn landed on him and dropped him to the ground.

Another shot.

Bastard. Quinn had been waiting up there, lining him up for the kill. Christ, Quinn might have won if not for Logan and Duncan.

But he hadnt won. Fiske had won, as he always did. He could feel Quinns warm blood on his chest and the body pinning him was limp.

Another name to cross off his list.

But first he had to get the body off him. Logan was running toward them and Fiske had to free the hand holding his gun.

Why couldnt he move?

Pain. Chest.

Not only Quinns blood, but his own.

The second shot.

He had failed, he had failed, he had failed, he had failed.

Darkness coming. Horror coming.

He screamed.

Fiske was dead when Logan pulled him off Joes body.

Mother of God.

Eve fell to her knees beside Joe. His chesthellip; blood.

Is he alive? Logan asked.

She could see the faintest throbbing in his temple. Yes. Call 911. Quick.

She was barely aware of Logan reaching for his phone and moving away. Her gaze was fixed on Joes face.

Dont you dare die. Do you hear me, Joe? I wont have it. She pulled up his T-shirt. Where was the denim shirt hed been wearing? she won-dered vaguely. Pressure. You were supposed to apply pressure.

His lids opened. Fiske?

Dead. She placed her hand on his chest above the wound and pressed hard. You shouldnt have done it.

Hadto kill him.

I dont care that you killed him. You shouldnt have risked Who asked you to do that? Youre all the same. Gary and Logan and you. Think you can save Dont close your eyes. Youre not going anywhere.

He tried to smile. Ihellip; hope not.

How is he? Logan was kneeling beside her. He handed her a blue shirt, Joes shirt. Can you use this? I found it over there in the bushes. Quinn must have tossed it there.

She quickly tore the shirt and used a piece of it as a pressure bandage. Did you call 911?

Yes, they should be here soon. We shouldnt be here when they do. I didnt mention this was a shooting, but the medics will notify the police the minute they see Quinn and Fiske.

Get out Joe stopped. Cant help, Eve.

Im not going to leave you. She glared down at him. And you dont have the strength to sock me this time.

Stayhellip; background. Let Piltonhellip; He slumped sideways, unconscious.

God in heaven. She closed her eyes. Hes bad, Logan.

Hes not dead yet. He rose to his feet, turned, and knelt beside Fiske. Im going back to the cottage and tell Pilton to talk to the medics. When we hear the sirens Ill have Margaret come out here and stay with Quinn and get you out of sight. Thats the best course. Logan was going through Fiskes pockets.

Why are you doing that?

Im removing identification. The harder we make it for the authorities to identify Fiske, the longer well have before Lisa Chadbourne finds out she has to replace him. He pulled out keys dan-gling from a National rental car key chain, and a wallet. He glanced at the drivers license and credit cards. Though hes done a pretty good job himself. Roy Smythehellip; He stuffed the wallet in his back pocket. After we leave, Ill have Margaret and Pilton find his rental car and clean it out before they hit the road.

She couldnt think about damage control just then. Im going with Joe to the hospital.

No, well follow him. He held up a hand to stop her protest. Dont argue. Unless you stay in the background, youll be picked up and shoved in jailif youre not shot on sight. He rose to his feet, adding sarcastically, Either way, you wont be able to hang over Quinns bed and offer tea and sympathy.

He saved your life, you son of a bitch, she said.

Who asked him to save my life? Im tired of the great Quinn dispensing He snatched up the skull case and strode back toward the cottage.

What was wrong with him? He had no right to be angry with Joe. He spoke as if he

The wound was bleeding more heavily.

She pressed harder.

Dont you die, Joe.

Joe was taken to the emergency room at Gwin-nett General Hospital, twenty miles from the lake. Logan, Sandra, and Eve followed the ambulance in Logans car.

Ill go in and check on him. Sandra hopped out of the car. Park in the lot somewhere out of sight. Ill come out when I have some news.

I can do

Shut up, Eve, Sandra said firmly. Ive allowed myself to be pushed and prodded and stashed for days. Joes my friend too, and Im worried about him. Besides, he wouldnt thank me if I let you go in and be recognized. She strode quickly through the glass doors of the emergency room.

That seems to be that. Logan drove away and parked between two trucks that obscured any vision of the interior of the Taurus. I guess we wait.

Eve nodded wearily. But I have to do one more thing. She took out her phone and dialed Joes home phone number. Diane, this is Eve. I have to tell you something. Joe is The words stuck in her throat. Get it over with. Joes been hurt.

My God.

Itshellip; bad. Hes at Gwinnett General. Youd better come.

How bad?

I dont know. Hes been shot. Hes in the emer-gency room.

God damn you. Diane slammed down the phone in Eves ear.

She flinched.

Telling bad news is never pleasant, Logan said quietly.

She sounded as if she hates me. She moistened her lips. And who can blame her? Its my fault. I should never have let Joe

Ive never noticed him asking permission. I doubt if you could have stopped him.

I know him. I saw his face before we went into the cottage. I should have realized that he thought something was wrong.

May I point out that you were a little upset?

No. She leaned her head against the window. Hes dying, Logan.

We dont know that.

I know it. She whispered, Ihellip; love him, you know.

He looked away from her. Do you?

Yes. Hes like the father and brother I never had. I dont know what life would be like without Joe. Funny, I never thought about it before. He was just al-ways there and I thought he always would be.

Hes not dead yet.

If Joe died, would he be with Bonnie?

Stop crying, Logan said hoarsely. He pulled her into his arms. Shh, its going to be all right. He was rocking her. Let me help.

He was helping. Comfort and warmth were flowing from him, surrounding her. He couldnt heal the wound, but he was touching her, keeping away the loneliness. For the moment that was enough.

TWENTY ONE

Sandra was frowning when she came back to the car two hours later.

Eve tensed. Joe?

Not good. They dont know if hell make it. Sandra got into the backseat. Theyve operated and taken him to intensive care.

I want to see him.

No chance. Only close family members are allowed.

Its not fair. Hed want me there. I need to She drew a deep breath. It wasnt what she needed but what Joe needed that mattered. Is Diane there?

She got here just as they were wheeling him out of the operating room. Sandra made a face. She was cold as ice to me. Youd think Id shot him.

Its not you. Shes really angry with me. Youre my mother. She probably blames you for bringing me into the world.

I guess so. But I thought she liked me. I had coffee with her only a few weeks ago. I thought she liked both of us.

Shes just upset. Itll be different when Joe gets better. If he got better. If he didnt die. When will they know?

Perhaps tomorrow. Sandra hesitated. But I cant go back in there, Eve. A policeman came into the ICU right before I left. He was checking on Joe.

Of course. Joe was a cop, and cops took care of their own. The hospital would soon be crawling with officers.

Logan was already starting the car. Then weve got to get out of here. Pronto.

And where are we going? Sandra asked.

I told Margaret and Pilton to meet us at that Hardees near Emory where we met Quinn. Logan drove out of the parking lot. Shell take you to Sanibel and then arrange to get you out of the country.

No, Sandra said.

Eve stiffened. Its the only safe thing, Mom. Youve got to do it.

I dont have to do anything. Her lips thinned. And who says its the safest thing? You? Logan? Nei-ther of you has done such a good job of keeping your-self safe, and Joes lying in that hospital. Why should I believe youd do any better at seeing that I dont get killed?

Panic iced through Eve. Mom, please. You have to do as I say.

Bullshit. Sandra looked her in the eye. Ive done everything you and Margaret told me to do. Youve all treated me as if I were some half-wit child. Its finished, Eve.

I want to keep you safe.

I intend to be safe. She turned to Logan. Drive me to the Peachtree Arms Apartments. Its right off Piedmont.

Eve recognized the address. Youre going to Rons place?

You bet I am. Its what Ive wanted to do all along.

Do you really think hell take you in and hide you?

Ill find out, wont I? Or maybe well discuss it and decide I should turn myself in as a material witness to Joes shooting. Ill ask them to put me in jail for protective custody. Whatever I do, it will be my decision. She looked back at Logan. Drive or let me out of the car.

Logan hesitated and then pressed on the accel-erator. This may be a mistake, Sandra.

If it is, it wont be my first. Hell, Ive made every one in the book at one time or another. She said to Eve, I wont be able to go to the hospital, but Ill call them several times a day and let you know how Joes doing.

Mom, dont take this chance. I could never for-give myself if anything happened to you.

Dont you dare say that. Youre my daughter, not my mother. You take care of yourself, Ill take care of myself. No guilt, dammit. I wont be another Bonnie.

Eves eyes widened.

Oh, shit, dont look at me like that. Sandra leaned forward and squeezed Eves shoulder. Just let me go, Eve. Let her go.

Were not talking about Bonnie.

Oh, yes, shes here every minute of every day. Shes behind your every word and gesture.

Thats not true.

Sandra shook her head. You dont have to forget her to let her go, baby. Just let a little light come into your life. God, its dark where you are.

Imfine. Everything will be okay once this is all over.

Will it?

Mom, I cant take this right now.

Ill be quiet. I know youre hurting. But dont try to run my life, Eve. Its taken me too long to learn how to do it myself.

Piedmont is right ahead, Logan said.

The Arms is around the corner.

What if Rons not home? Eve asked.

I have a key. Sandra smiled. Ive had it since our third date. That I never told you says something about the way you intimidated me, doesnt it?

I never tried to

I know. Logan had stopped before the apart-ment building and Sandra got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase. Ill check every three hours with the hospital. If you dont hear from me, youll know his condition hasnt changed.

Be careful. I hate your taking a chance like this.

And Im relieved that Im doing something on my own. Ive felt like some kind of pawn, moved back and forth by you and Logan and even this Fiske person. Its time I took control.

Stunned, Eve watched her mother walk into the apartment building.

Phoenix rising from the flames? Logan mur-mured.

Shes doing the wrong thing. Im scared to death.

Maybe not. Ron could be a good guy wholl do everything he can to protect her.

Against Lisa Chadbourne? Against Timwick?

Well, Fiske is out of the picture. Our first lady will have to hire another hit man and that may take a little time. Particularly if she doesnt find out right away that Quinn put him down.

Not enough

You cant do anything about it, Logan said. Your mother has made her choice, Eve. You cant protect her if she wont accept your protection.

She doesnt understand. Gary and Joe She doesnt understand what can happen.

I believe she understands very well. She saw Joe taken away in that ambulance. Shes not stupid.

I didnt say she was stupid.

Then why do you treat her as if she were?

I just want to protect her. I dont want to lose her.

Like you lost Bonnie?

Shut up, Logan.

Ill shut up. Sandra already said it all. He got on the I-85 entrance ramp. But Id think about what she said. Shes a smart lady. I had no idea how smart.

Where are we going?

To meet Margaret and tell her to get out of town. I dont suppose I could persuade you to go with her?

Anger was suddenly replacing fear. And will you go? How about you boarding that boat for Timbuktu, Logan? Why dont you forget about Gil? The words were tumbling out, exploding with fury that was building every second. Why dont you forget about Ben Chadbourne? Just run away and say screw the world.

He pursed his lips in a soundless whistle. You dont have to bite my head off. It was just a sugges-tion. I didnt think youd

It was a lousy suggestion. I wont leave Joe and Mom. Im tired of running and hiding and being afraid. Im tired of people I care about getting hurt and Im tired of feeling helpless. I swore a long time ago Id never be a victim again, and its happening. Shes making it happen. Her voice was shaking with intensity. I wont tolerate it any longer. Do you hear me? Ill never let her

I hear you, Logan said. I get the picture loud and clear, but Im fuzzy about how the hell were going to stop her.

So was Eve. Then she remembered her mothers last words to her, the words that had struck a deep chord and triggered her rage.

Its time I took control.

Lisa Chadbourne had been the one in control, the one on the attack. She had killed Gary. She might have killed Joe.

But her mother was alive. Eve was alive, so was Logan. And they were going to stay alive.

No more deaths, she had prayed.

She wasnt praying now.

She was taking control.

Margaret got out of the van, leaving Pilton in the passenger seat. Hows Quinn?

We dont know, Logan said. Intensive care.

Im sorry, Margaret told Eve. You okay?

Eve nodded.

Hows Sandra? She was pretty fond of him, wasnt she?

Yes. Her eyes were stinging. Change the sub-ject. Dont think about Joe. She wont be going with you. Shes staying here.

Margaret frowned. Do you think thats a good idea?

No, but she does. She wont listen to me.

Perhaps I could talk to

Shes through listening, Logan said. Now, you and Pilton take off.

Pilton deserves a bonus, you know, Margaret pointed out. He never figured hed be a fugitive when he took the job. The police will be looking for him.

Then give him a bonus.

A big bonus. Hes been a good

Wheres Fiskes car? Eve asked suddenly. Did you find it?

Pilton found it. It was parked in the driveway of an empty rental property about two miles from our cottage.

Did you clean it out?

Clean as a whistle. We dumped everything from the glove compartment and the trunk into garbage bags. Then I drove the car to the airport and left it in the long-term lot.

Where are the bags?

In the back of the van.

Eve moved toward the van. Lets get them, Logan.

Margaret watched them toss the garbage bags into the backseat of their car. You think he had something important?

I dont know, Eve said. Probably not, since he was a professional. But we dont have any other leads.

Be careful with that bigger bag. There was enough firepower in Fiskes trunk to start a small war, Margaret said as she climbed back in the van. A rifle, two handguns, shells, a few boxes that con-tained some kind of electronic bugging equipment. He didnt believe in traveling light. She smiled grimly at them. Good luck. Be sure you keep alive, John. The bonus Im going to charge you for my part in this mess is going to make Piltons look sick.

Eve was already crawling into the backseat as Piltons van left the parking lot. Ill look through the bags. You drive. She opened the bigger bag first. What did she know about weapons? That she didnt like them, that they frightened her, that to her they represented only violence and horror.

But they hadnt frightened Fiske. He had used these weapons. They wouldnt frighten Lisa Chadbourne. She had ordered their use.

Eve put her forefinger on the barrel of the rifle. The metal was warm, smooth, almost pleasing to the touch. Somehow she had expected it to be cold. Find anything? Logan asked.

Nothing she had wanted to find. Not yet.

I bet there wont be any way to trace those guns to Lisa Chadbourne.

I know. Lisa would leave no trail that could lead back to her. Eves search was probably hopeless.

To lose hope was to admit defeat. Shed be damned if shed lose hope.

She pushed the first bag aside and started on the second. Rental car papers in a green folder, a first-class ticket to Washington on Delta Airlines, an air-line schedule, a few receipts from restaurants, two in Atlanta, one in Bainbridge.

Bainbridge.

Dont think about Bainbridge. Dont think about the motel room where Gary had died.

A folded piece of paper. Another receipt?

She unfolded the paper.

She went rigid.

A list of several names. Some typewritten, some inked in.

Her own name, Logans, Joes, her mothers

And two other names that caused her eyes to widen in shock.

My God.

She forced herself to continue down the list.

Gary Kessler. Neatly crossed off.

She stared down blindly at Garys name.

Just another name on the list.

Gil had said Fiske was obsessed with neatness and efficiency. So kill a man and cross him off the list.

What is it? Logan was looking at her face in the rearview mirror.

A list. Garys name. She folded the paper and stuffed it into her purse. Shed look at it again later and think about it harder. It hurt too much just then. She went through the other papers. Nothing else of interest. Find us a place to stop.

A motel?

No, theyll be looking for us in this area. Shell wonder why she hasnt heard from Fiske and there will be discreet inquiries. Theyll find out about Joe.

Joe.

She quickly shied away from the thought of him. When she remembered Joe in that hospital, she couldnt focus on anything else.

You know we should leave this vicinity.

No, Joe may need me.

Youre not being reasonable. You cant even go to

I dont care. She couldnt leave Joe, not when she didnt know whether he was going to live or die. Just find us a place to stop for a while. I need to think.

Ive already been thinking. I believe we should contact Peter Brown, the reporter on that Atlanta newspaper.

Maybe. She rubbed her aching temple. But hes Joes friend. We really need Joe to

Joe again. They needed Joe. She needed Joe.

The memories came flooding back. Joe stopping by her lab to nag her for working too hard. Joe joking with her, talking quietly and

Just relax, Logan said. We dont have to de-cide anything this minute. Ill drive for a while and see if I can find somewhere unobtrusive to park.

Logan stopped at a McDonalds ten miles south of Gainesville and bought burgers and Cokes to go. He pulled off the highway and drove on a bumpy dirt road for another five miles, then stopped several yards from a large pond.

This should be private enough. Logan turned off the engine. Though theres probably a farm-house over that next hill. Its not easy finding a spot of wilderness in this day and age.

How far are we from the hospital?

Driving fast, forty minutes. He got out of the car, grabbed Bens case, and came around and opened her door. Come on, lets walk down by that pond. I think we both need some exercise.

Anything to release a little of this tension. She picked up her handbag and joined him.

The pond was muddy and the bank slippery. It must have rained recently. The sun was starting to go down, casting glittering bars of light on the waters surface.

After thirty minutes Logan asked, Better?

No. Yes. She stopped beside a tree and leaned her cheek against the trunk. I dont know, Logan.

I want to help you. Dammit, tell me how to help you.

Make Gary rise from the dead. Tell me Joes going to get well.

She shook her head.

Quinns not the only one who can help you. Let me try.

She sank down on the ground. Ill be okay, Logan. I just have to think. I know theres a way to end it, but it has to come clear and Im not thinking clearly.

Are you hungry?

No.

You should be. You havent eaten in nearly twenty-four hours.

Bubba Blues Barbecue. Gary had ordered food deliveredhellip;

You stay here. He set Bens case down beside her. Ill go bring the food to you.

She watched him stride up the slope. Get a grip, she thought in disgust. She was behaving like a wimp and he was worried about her. The cold calculation of Garys name on that list had thrown her into a tail-spin, and it was taking her a little time to rec

Her phone was ringing.

Mom?

She dug frantically in her purse for the phone.

Eve?

Lisa Chadbourne.

Eve started to shake. Damn you. Damn you to hell.

You gave me no choice. I tried to give you a way out.

And then you killed Gary.

Fiske killed No, I wont deny it. I told him I wanted it done.

And did you tell him to kill Joe too?

No, that wasnt in the immediate plan.

But she wasnt denying it might be on her agenda. Hes dying.

And I assume the dead man who was found with him was Fiske?

He tried to kill Joe.

Evidently he didnt succeed. I understand Quinn may still live.

Hed better.

Are you threatening me? I can understand your bitterness, but havent you realized that you cant win? How many more people have to die, Eve?

You dont have Fiske anymore.

Timwick will find a substitute. Quinn is very vulnerable now. Hes on life support, isnt he?

A bolt of sheer rage shot through Eve. Dont you even think about it.

I dont want to think about it, Lisa said wearily. The idea sickens me, but I will have it done, Eve. Just as I had Kessler killed. Just as Ill have everyone you care about killed. You have to give me the skull and that DNA report.

Go to hell.

Listen to me, Eve. Think about it. Is it worth it?

Youre saying if I give you the skull that Joe will live?

Yes.

Liar. Joe wouldnt be safe. My God, you even killed Scott Maren, and he was supposed to be your friend.

Silence. That wasnt my decision. I didnt know about it until it had been done. Timwick is in a panic and striking out. Ill see that Quinns safe. Be-lieve me.

I dont believe you.

Then, what do you want, Eve? What can I give you?

I want you brought down. She closed her eyes and said the words shed never thought shed say to anyone. I want you dead.

Im afraid thats not one of your choices.

Thats all Ill ever want.

Thats not true. Lisa paused. I was afraid that Fiske would fail, so Ive been sitting here won-dering what I could offer you. And then it came to me. So simple. I know what you want even more than you want me crushed down.

There isnt anything.

Oh, but there is, Eve.

Eve was still staring down at the phone when Logan came back.

He stopped a few feet away, his gaze narrowed on her face. Was it your mother? Hows Quinn?

She shook her head. It was Lisa Chadbourne.

He stiffened. And?

She wants the skull.

So whats new? Is that enough to send you into shock?

Yes. She put the phone back into her handbag. Its enough.

Did she threaten you?

She threatened Joe and Mom.

Sweet.

But Im not sure she can guarantee their safety even if I make the deal. She said Timwick is in a panic and she lost control of him when he killed Maren. She might lose control of him again.

And she might never have lost control and given the order herself.

Maybe. I dont know. I cant think right now.

If I make the dealhellip;

The phrasing abruptly hit home to him. My God, youre actually thinking about it. What the hell did she say to you?

She didnt answer.

He fell to his knees beside her. Tell me.

She shook her head. My heads messed up. Maybe later.

Maybe?

She changed the subject. I want you to call the hospital.

To check on Quinn? Your mother said she

No, I want you to call the nurses station. I want you to tell her that you intend to kill Joe.

What?

I want you to be obscene and ugly and explicit. I want you to tell her how youre going to pretend youre hospital personnel and slip into his room and cut off his life support. Or maybe give him a shot hed never wake up from. I want you to sound crazy and homicidal.

He slowly nodded. Theyll report the anony-mous call to the cops hanging around the hospital and theyll be on the lookout.

Id do it myself, but a man is usually perceived as more lethal.

Perception can be faulty as hell. Ill call right away. He frowned. What are you doing?

She was on her knees, reaching for Bens case on the ground beside her. I just want to hold Bens skull case.

Why?

Im not going to run away with it. I just want to have it in my hands.

He didnt like that any more than he liked the way Eve was acting. Maybe we should think about leaving here. We need to find somewhere to sleep.

Okay, well go back to Gainesville later tonight. She looked away from him and down at the case on her lap. Make the call.

Sandra called Eve at eleven that night. Joes vital signs have stabilized. Hes still critical but its looking better.

Hope surged through Eve. When will they know for sure?

I dont know. Tomorrow morning, maybe. How are you?

Okay.

You dont sound okay.

Im fine, Mom. Are you with Ron?

Yes, hes right here. He says hes not going to move two feet from me until this is over. He thinks you should come in and talk to the police. So do I. Youve got to get this mess straightened out.

It sounded so easy, she thought tiredly. Deposit everything in the arms of the police and let them take care of it. Call me back when you find out more about Joe. Take care of yourself, Mom.

Quinns better? Logan asked.

She nodded. But not out of the woods. She opened the car door. Im going to walk down to the pond. You dont have to go with me.

In other words, my companys not wanted. He glanced at Bens case in her hand. But evi-dently our skeletal friend is. You havent set it down all evening. Are you going to tell me why youre toting that thing around?

She wasnt sure herself. Maybe she thought it would give her the answer. God, she needed an an-swer. I just want it with me.

Weird.

Yes, havent you heard? I dont have all my marbles.

Crap. Youre one of the sanest people I know.

But look at the company you keep. She moved down the moonlit slope. The leather of the case was smooth beneath her touch.

Help me, Ben. Im lost and I need someone to find me.

Eve had been sitting underneath that tree for over two hours.

And she was hugging that leather case like it was a baby.

He couldnt stand it any longer. Logan got out of the car and stalked down the slope.

Im sick of being patient and understanding. You tell me whats happening. Do you hear me? I want to know what the hell Lisa Chadbourne told you.

She didnt speak for a moment, and then she whispered, Bonnie.

What?

She offered me Bonnie. She offered to find Bonnie for me.

How could she do that?

She said that shed have the cases reopened, that shed send an army of police and military to question and search. She said shed been thinking about it. The search couldnt be obviously for Bonnie. It would look too suspicious for her. Theyd choose one of the other children to publicly focus on, but the searchers would have their orders. It would be Bonnie theyd be looking for.

My God.

She said that theyd spend years if they had to. She promised to bring Bonnie home to me.

And all you have to do is give her the skull and the DNA report? Its a trick. Shed never follow through.

Just the skull. She said I could leave the country and keep the DNA report until she delivers Bonnie.

A pretty weak hold.

She closed her eyes. Bonnie.

She wouldnt keep her word.

Maybe she would.

I wont let you do it.

Her eyes flicked open and she said fiercely, Listen to me, Logan. If I decide to do this, neither you nor anyone else is going to stop me. Ill run right over you. If anyone can find Bonnie, Lisa Chadbourne has the power to do it. Do you know what that means to me?

Yes, he said harshly. And so does she. Dont let her use you like this.

She shook her head. You dont understand.

He did understand and he ached for her. Lisa Chadbourne had used the one lure that was irre-sistible to Eve. When do you have to let her know?

Shes going to call me at seven in the morning.

It would be a terrible mistake.

She said Joe and Mom would be safe, that all the killing would be over. Shell even try to get Timwick to stop looking for you.

Fat chance. Youd be crazy to believe her.

I believe she doesnt want any more killing. I dont know if she can stop it, but I think she wants it over.

When she calls, let me talk to her.

She shook her head.

I thought we were in this together.

Together? Youve already said youd try to keep me from doing it.

Because I know its a mistake.

Its a mistake to leave Bonnie alone out there.

Eve, the stakes are too high to let

Shut up, Logan. Her voice was tight. Just leave me alone to think. Youre not going to convince me. I already know every argument against it.

But every cell in her mind and body was telling her to do it, Logan thought. He wanted to strangle Lisa Chadbourne.

Okay, I wont try to persuade you right now. Just think about it. He rose to his feet. And remember Kessler and Joe Quinn.

I havent been thinking about anything else.

Thats not true. I dont believe you can think of anyone but Bonnie. Just weigh

She wasnt listening to him anymore. She was looking down at the skull case but he didnt think she was seeing that either.

She was only hearing the siren call that Lisa Chadbourne had sung.

And she was seeing only Bonnie.

TWENTY-TWO

Lisa Chadbourne called at seven on the dot the next morning. Well?

Eve drew a deep breath. Ill do it.

Im glad. Believe me, its best for everyone.

I dont care about everyone. If I did, I wouldnt be dealing with you. Listen to me. I want you to set me and my mother up somewhere out of the country, as you promised. I want you to call off your dogs after Logan and I want you to leave Joe Quinn alone.

And you want Bonnie.

Oh, yes. Her voice was shaking. You have to find her and bring her to me. Thats absolutely non-negotiable.

Ill find her. I promise you, Eve. Ill arrange for Timwick to pick up the skull and then

No. I dont know if your promise is good enough. Im taking a big chance. Whos to say you wont go back on your word once you have the skull?

Youll still have the DNA records. You know they could cause me a great deal of trouble.

Perhaps not enough without the skull.

Then, what are you asking?

Im not asking, Im demanding. I want to see you. I want you to pick up the skull.

Thats not possible.

Its the only way Ill deal.

Look, a woman in my position cant move around freely What youre asking is impossible.

Dont lie to me. A woman who can kill her hus-band and get away with it can find a way to meet me. Im putting my life on the line and Ive got to use what I can to survive. I dont have many weapons, but Im an artist. Ive made a study of facial expressions and Ive also studied you. I think Ill be able to tell if you intend to keep your word.

A pause. Youll bring the skull with you?

It will be hidden close by. But I guarantee you wont be able to find it if you decide to set a trap for me.

And what if this is a trap for me?

Take what precautions you like as long as they dont pose a threat to me.

And where do you suggest we meet?

Somewhere near Camp David. It would be easiest for you to go there for the weekend. Particularly since youve supposedly suffered the loss of your friend Scott Maren. Just state Camp David as your destination and have the pilot set down before you reach there.

It seems to be a reasonable plan. What about Logan?

Hes out of it. I took the skull and papers and left him during the night. He told me I was crazy. He thinks youll betray me.

But youre not listening to him?

Im listening. He may be right. Her hand tightened on the phone. I have to do it anyway. You knew I would, didnt you?

A silence on the other end of the line. This meeting isnt a good idea. It would be safer if you drop the skull off where Timwick can pick it up.

Safer for you.

Safer for both of us.

No, I have to see your face when you tell me youre going to find Bonnie. Youve told too many lies. I have to do whatever I can to make sure youre not deceiving me.

Believe me, its not a good idea.

Take it or leave it.

Give me a moment to think about it. Another silence. Very well. Ill meet you. But you can under-stand that Im going to bring Timwick.

No.

Timwick can fly a helicopter and hes Secret Service. That means Ill be able to eliminate both my guard and the pilot without suspicion. Lisa paused. And he has equipment that will be able to tell me if either you or the area is wired. I do have to protect myself.

And whos going to protect me from him?

Ill send Timwick away once Im assured you havent set a trap for me. I wont come without him, Eve.

She gave in. Okay. No one else. If I see any sign of anyone else, I wont meet you.

Fair enough. Now tell me where you want to meet.

Ill call you when youre in the air and near Camp David.

Caution. When do you want me to leave?

Tomorrow. Eight A.M.

Very well. Remember, it takes thirty minutes to reach Camp David from the White House. She paused. If I cant talk you into a drop. It would really be safer for both of us.

I said no.

Then tomorrow. Lisa hung up.

Eve pressed the end button. It was done. Logan had called it a terrible mistake, but shed rolled the dice anyway.

She needed transportation to get to Washington today, and there was one more thing she had to do be-fore she left. She dialed her mother. Hows Joe?

I just finished talking to the hospital. Hes out of intensive care.

Eve closed her eyes as waves of relief washed over her. Hes better? Hes going to live?

He regained consciousness during the night. The doctors are being cautious, but all the signs are promising.

I want to see him.

Dont be crazy. You know thats not possible.

But it didnt stop the desperation she was feeling. Who could guess what was going to happen at Camp David? She needed to see Joe. Okay. I need some help. Will you rent a car for me and pick me up?

What happened to the car Logan had?

Weve parted company. Theyre searching for him harder than they are for me, and theres probably an order to shoot on sight.

Im glad youre not together. I didnt like the idea of the two of you

Mom, I dont have much time. Im in a womens rest room at the Gainesville Recreational Park. Its deserted at this hour, but I cant stay here very long. I hate to ask it of you, but will you pick me up?

Im on my way.

Mom was on her way. Eve would drop Sandra off back at the condo and then she would be on her way too. She sat down on the floor, put down her handbag next to Bens case, and leaned back against the con-crete block wall. Breathe deep. Try to relax. She was doing what she had to do.

Tomorrow: eight A.M.

Tomorrow: eight A.M.

Lisa stood up and moved over to the window.

Tomorrow she would have Bens skull and the primary threat would be over.

It could be a trap, but Lisas gut instinct told her she had played the one card that Eve Duncan couldnt resist. The woman was obsessed with finding her daughter, and Lisa had played on her torment and brought the woman to her knees. She supposed she should feel triumphant.

She didnt feel triumphant.

She wished shed been able to convince Eve that a meeting wasnt necessary. She had honestly planned on keeping her part of the bargain.

Or had she? she wondered wearily. Shed thought she knew herself, but shed never dreamed she would do the things she had already done.

She just wished Eve hadnt set up the meeting.

NEAR CATOCTIN MOUNTAIN PARK

THE NEXT DAY

8:20 A.M.

The helicopter was approaching from the north.

Eve made the call.

Im in a glade one mile from route 77 by Hunting Creek. Set down in the glade. Ill come to meet you.

As soon as we do a sweep of the area and make sure its secure, Lisa Chadbourne said. Timwick likes to be cautious.

It was Lisa who liked to be cautious, Eve thought. But Eve had been cautious too. Shed made very sure the surrounding area was all clear before shed made the call.

Hands nervously clenching and unclenching she watched the helicopter circle the clearing.

One person. Timwick pointed at the infrared blur on the LCD screen. The nearest other heat source is at the diner on route 77 , three miles away.

Electronics?

Timwick checked another screen. Nothing in the area anywhere near Duncan.

Youre sure?

Of course Im sure. Its my ass too.

Lisa felt a tinge of sadness as she looked at the solitary blur on the screen and realized Eve was down there alone and unprotected. Then lets go down and see if we can save it, James.

Lisa Chadbourne was getting out of the helicopter.

Eve had made the deal. She had set the time and place and yet it still seemed bizarre that Lisa was really there.

Eve watched her as she jumped to the ground. She looked just as she had on the videosbeautiful, serene, glowing. Well, what had she expected? Some marks of dissipation or cruelty? Lisa had killed her husband and still appeared the same as in those videos. Why would any other death make a difference?

Gary. Blood. Daggers. The hideous scene in that motel room flashed before Eves eyes.

It should make a difference. It should.

Dont think about it. Be calm.

She moved toward the helicopter.

Lisa Chadbourne said crisply, Hello, Eve. James called security at Camp David just now and said wed landed to check out a light on our control panel. We have ten minutes tops. Either were back in the air by then or theyll become alarmed and send someone to this area.

Ten minutes should be enough time.

Dont say anything, Lisa. Timwick got out of the helicopter and came toward Eve.

She instinctively took a step back.

He was holding an instrument that looked like one of those metal detector wands used at airport se-curity. Hold out your arms.

You said the entire area was clean, James, Lisa said.

It doesnt hurt to be careful. He ran the wand over Eves body. Turn around.

Dont touch me.

He went behind her and ran the wand from shoulder to feet. Shes okay. No weapons. No wire.

Forgive James, Lisa said. Hes been extremely nervous lately. Its yours and Logans fault, Im afraid. Go away and let us talk, James.

Timwick started to move toward the trees.

No, Eve said sharply. I notice nobody gave me a chance to go over him with that damn wand. I dont want him out of my sight. She pointed at a spot be-side the helicopter. Sit down.

What?

You heard me. I want you sitting with your legs crossed. It would take you longer to attack from that position.

Timwicks lips thinned. This is humiliating, Lisa.

Do it. Lisa was smiling faintly. Youre not quite as helpless as I thought, Eve.

Timwick dropped to the ground and crossed his legs. Satisfied?

No, reach into your jacket and remove your gun. Put the safety on and toss it out of reach.

I dont have a gun.

Remove your gun, Eve repeated.

Lisa nodded. Lets get this over with, James.

Timwick muttered a curse, pulled out his gun, put on the safety, and tossed his gun across the glade.

Eve turned to Lisa. Now Im satisfied.

Youve used up valuable time. Lisa glanced at her watch. Two minutes to be exact.

It was worth it. I dont trust him.

I suppose you have a right to be suspicious. She paused. Now give me Bens skull, Eve.

Not yet.

You want me to tell you that youll get your Bonnie back? She looked her straight in the eye. Theres no way of being sure, but Ill do everything in my power to find her. Her voice vibrated with sin-cerity. I promise you, Eve.

Oh, God, she was telling the truth. Bonnie could come home.

The skull, Eve. I dont have much time. Ive pa-pers and money for you in the helicopter and James has arranged a plane to fly you and your mother out of the country. Give me the skull, and James and I will get back in that helicopter and disappear from your life.

Would there ever be a moment when Lisa Chadbourne wasnt a part of her memory and life?

The skull.

Its over there beneath the trees. Eve glanced warily at Timwick as she moved toward the edge of the glade. Im watching you, Timwick.

James isnt going to interfere. Lisa followed her. He wants that skull as much as I do.

But what about after I give you the skull?

Lisa didnt answer. Her forehead was creased in a frown. Where is it? Did you bury it?

No. She stopped and pointed at the leather case, which was half obscured by a bush. There it is.

In plain sight? You said we wouldnt be able to find it.

A bluff. Would it have done me any good to bury or hide it? Youd have gotten all kinds of detectors in here.

In this case, it seems I overestimated you. She laughed. My God, I thought youd worked out some-thing brilliant. Her smile faded. If it is Ben. You threw a ringer at us before.

Eve shook her head. Its Ben Chadbourne. Look for yourself.

Lisa picked up the case. I hear you do wonderful sculpting work. Will I really be able to see the resem-blance?

Open it.

Lisa stared down at the case. I dont think I want to.

Eve shrugged. Whatever you like. But Im sur-prised youd take the chance of not doing it.

I cant take a chance. Lisa braced herself and slowly opened the latches. Lets see if youre as good as your reput Dear God. She reeled back against the tree, staring down at the scorched skull. What is

Sorry its not as handsome as you expected. Gary Kessler always liked to work on a clean skull, so he made me break down what Id done. You remember Gary. You told Fiske to kill him, didnt you?

Lisa couldnt take her gaze off the skull. She whispered, Ben?

Thats what a man looks like when you burn him. All the skin melts away and

Shut up. Tears were suddenly flowing down Lisas cheeks.

And you see the jagged hole in the back of the skull? Thats what happened when his brain ex-ploded. When youre in a fire, your brain boils and eventually

Shut up, you bitch.

But Garys death was different. You told Fiske that he had to show me that I had to give you the skull. You told him you wanted him crucified.

I didnt tell him that. I just told him he had to shock you into realizing you had to give in. I had to show you. It was your fault. I wanted it all to stop. I told you it would stop if youd give me Bens skull, but you wouldnt do it. She looked down at the skull. Benhellip;

How did you kill him?

Scott Maren gave him a shot. It was very quick, very merciful. He didnt suffer. She drew a deep breath and struggled for control. Making me look at this skull was very cruel, Eve.

Dont talk to me about cruelty. You had Gary and Gil killed. Joe almost died.

Are you satisfied now? Lisa asked. Christ, youre hard. I was actually feeling sorry for you.

You mean because you intended to kill me? Be-cause you never expected to let me leave here?

I told you to arrange a drop. I knew I couldnt let you stay alive if you gave me the opportunity Its my job. She jerkily turned toward Timwick. Were leaving, James. Take care of her.

Timwick slowly rose to his feet. You want me to kill her?

No, I dont want it, but it has to be done. So do it.

Timwick looked at Eve. Then he turned and walked toward the helicopter.

James!

Screw you.

Lisa went rigid. We agreed it had to be done.

He opened the helicopter door. And did we agree that Fiske would take me out too? When was it going to be, Lisa?

I dont know what you mean.

The list. You gave Fiske another list. I saw it. He combined your list and mine. I know his hand-writing.

How could you see something that doesnt exist. She moistened her lips. If there was a list, it certainly didnt come from me. You know he often had his own agenda.

He wouldnt kill the hand that was feeding him. Not unless another one was feeding him too. You thought you didnt need me any longer.

Nothing can be proved. Fiske is dead.

Youd find someone else to put me down.

Youre making a mistake. She started toward the helicopter. Listen to me, James.

Im through listening. Im out of here.

Theyll catch you.

Not if I have a head start. That was part of the deal. Ill call Camp David and tell them were on the way. That should give me enough time. He got into the helicopter. Burn in hell, bitch.

Timwick! She reached for the door. Its a trick. Its a lie. Dont give up all weve worked for. Kevin will appoint you

The helicopter lifted off and Lisa fell to the ground.

Eve watched her struggle to her knees.

Lisa Chadbourne gazed at Eve across the clearing. You did this.

Actually, you did it. Youre the one who told me Timwick was in a panic. A man in a panic will snatch at any straw.

You set me up. There was still a thread of dis-belief in her voice.

It was my plan. But it was Logan who ap-proached Timwick with the list.

But when I suggested bringing Timwick with me, you objected.

I knew youd want to bring Timwick. It was the smart move and youre a very smart woman. If you hadnt suggested it, Timwick would have persuaded you it was the thing to do. She smiled without mirth. But he didnt have to convince you, did he?

All this wont do you any good. I can work around having Timwick She froze. Oh, my God, youre wired, arent you?

Yes.

And you showed me Bens skull to deliberately shake me up.

I hoped it would. Most people find skeletons frightening. Particularly their victims.

Lisa was silent, obviously thinking back over their conversation. Very bad but not completely damning. In court any transcript can be interpreted to mean any

Logan also arranged for three witnesses to hear the transmission. Peter Brown, a reporter on the Atlanta Journal and Constitution , Andrew Ben-nett of the Supreme Court, and Senator Dennis Lathrop. All highly respected men. After we made the decision, Logan got moving. He had almost a full day to convince Timwick that he was your next victim.

Lisa turned pale and suddenly looked twice her age. She sank back on her heels. Howhellip; clever. I told Timwick in the beginning we had to be careful of you. The electronic monitoring was obviously bogus, but I saw the infrared so I assume we have a little time before Logan gets here.

Eve nodded.

Good. I need a few minutes to pull myself to-gether. It seems impossible its all gone down She swallowed. I thought I had you. I thought your Bonnie was the key.

She was the key.

But you gave up the chance to

The stakes were too high. You hurt people I cared about.

I was going to do it, you know. I was going to keep my promise about finding Bonnie. Keeping my word about her would have made me feel better.

I believe you.

Eve tensed as Lisa rose to her feet.

Lisa shook her head. Im not going to try to hurt you. Im the one whos the walking wounded. Youvedestroyed me.

You destroyed yourself. Where are you going?

I dropped Bens skull when I ran for the heli-copter. She fell to her knees beside the skull. Its so hellip; small. It surprises me. He was such a big man. In every way, Ben was larger than lifehellip;

Until you killed him.

Lisa acted as if she hadnt heard her. He was so smart. He had such dreams. And he would have made them all come true. She stroked the left cheekbone. She whispered, What an incredible man you were, Ben Chadbourne.

Lisas touch was almost loving, Eve realized with shock. All the horror, all the terror was gone.

Lisas eyes were glistening with tears when she glanced up at Eve. The tabloids are going to want photographs of him. They always like the shots that are the most morbid and ugly. Dont let them take a picture of Ben like this. I want everyone to remember him as he was. Fight them. Promise me.

I promise. No pictures except the ones entered as evidence at the trial. After that, Ill see that he goes home.

Home. She was silent a moment, and when she spoke again there was wonder in her tone. It actu-ally matters to me. But it wouldnt matter to Ben. He always said its what we leave behind that matters, not what we become or where we go after we die. She stared down at the scorched skull and tears welled in her eyes again. God, this hurts me, Ben. I didnt think Id have to see you. You told me I wouldnt have to see you.

Eve froze. What did you say?

Lisa looked at her. I loved him, she said simply. Ive always loved him. I always will. He was kind and caring and extraordinary. Did you really think I could kill a man like that?

You did kill him. Or had Maren kill him for you.

I persuaded Scott to prepare the shot. She low-ered her eyes to the skull. But Ben took the hypo-dermic from Scott and injected himself. He didnt want Scott to have the responsibility. That was the kind of man he was.

Why?

Ben was dying of cancer. He found out a month after he was inaugurated.

It was a moment before Eve recovered enough to ask, Suicide?

No, suicides are cowardly. There was nothing cowardly about Ben. He just wanted to spare She stopped for a moment to steady her voice. He planned it all. He knew that all his dreams were going down the tube. Wed worked for fifteen years to get him into the White House. What a team we werehellip; He had to choose Mobry as vice president because we needed the South, but he always said I was the one who should have been on the ticket. I didnt care. I knew Id be there to help him. Then to find out that he was going to die before he could accomplish what he needed to hellip; It wasnt fair. He couldnt stand it.

He planned it all.

He chose Kevin Detwil. He told me how to handle him, what to tell him to make him most effective. He knew Id need Timwick. He told me what bait to use to get him to cooperate.

Timwick knew about his illness?

No, Timwick thought it was murder. Ben be-lieved hed be more controllable if he thought he was an accomplice to the murder of the President. He was right. She smiled bitterly. He was right about everything. Everything was going well. We all had our jobs to do. Mine was to control Kevin and work behind the scenes to make sure that Bens bills passed. I managed to get seven through Congress this term. Do you realize how hard I worked?

And what was Timwicks job? Eve asked grimly.

It wasnt meant to be killing. He was just there for protection and to make it easier to deceive everyone. He got scared. He panicked and I couldnt control him.

Then your Ben evidently wasnt right about him.

He would have been right if everything had gone as planned. If Donnelli had done what he was supposed to do. If Logan had never entered the pic-ture. She looked at Eve. If youd decided to mind your own business.

If no one else became suspicious.

What were the odds of that happening? Bens plan was almost foolproof. Do you realize what youve destroyed? We wanted to bring compassion and order to government. We wanted only to help people. It wasnt fair that we werent going to get the chance.

You committed murder. Even if you didnt kill your husband, you ordered Fiske to kill.

I didnt want I didnt mean It all went crazy, I dont know how. But I promised Ben Id see it through. It was my job. I had to do it. Dont you understand? One thing just flowed into the other, and suddenly I was caught up in She stopped. Im behaving very badly. I should have a little dignity. Particularly since this is probably all still being taped. She straightened, threw back her shoulders, and suddenly a brilliant smile lit her face. You see, I can get through this. I can get through anything. Ill smile and be sincere and they wont believe those tapes.

Oh, I think they will. Its over, Lisa.

She lifted her chin. Not until Ive fought the last fight.

Would Ben want you to fight? A scandal of this magnitude will disrupt the government for months and tarnish everything youve done for him.

Ill know the moment to quit and step asidehellip; just as Ben did. She was silent a moment and then shook her head. Its rather ironic that you set up our meeting at Camp David. Did you know that FDR called Camp David Shangri-La?

No.

Shangri-La. A lost dreamhellip; Her gaze shifted to the edge of the trees. Theyre coming. I believe Ill go to meet them. Boldness is always best.

Eve watched her move gracefully across the glade toward the place where Logan and three other cars had pulled to a stop.

The gun.

Lisa had stopped beside the gun that Timwick had tossed away and was looking down at it.

No!

Youve destroyed everything Ben and I have worked for. You think Im a murderer. I could pick that gun up and prove you right. I dont think Im in range of your friends over there. Are you afraid of dying, Eve?

No, I dont think so.

I dont believe you are either. I think youre afraid of living. She glanced over her shoulder. I would have found your Bonnie. Youll have to live with that knowledge. Now you may never find her. I hope you dont. She gave the gun a little kick to one side. You see how nonviolent I am? Rejecting the op-portunity for revenge, going forward to meet justice. She smiled. Good-bye, Eve. Maybe Ill see you in court. She started back across the glade. And then again, maybe I wont.

She thinks she can get out of it, Eve told Logan as she watched Lisa get into the back of the car with FBI agents. She just might do it.

Not if we keep her separated from Kevin Detwil. Theyre going to try to isolate her for the next twenty-four hours. Its going to be difficult as hell considering who she is. Chief Justice Bennett is going directly to Detwil and play him the tape.

You think hell fall apart?

Probably. Hes always needed her to bolster him. If he doesnt crumble immediately, theres always the list. That should do it.

But why was Detwils name on the list too? I can understand Timwick. He was becoming unstable and threatening her plans. But she needed Detwil for an-other term.

I doubt if he was an immediate target. She probably put his name on the list to intrigue Fiske. What more difficult target than the President?

But she would have done it eventually.

Oh, yes, Detwil was living proof. I imagine she would have had Fiske set up some DNA-destroying accident. Maybe the explosion of Air Force One.

There are a lot of people who travel with the President on Air Force One.

Do you think that would matter to her?

Yes. No. She shook her head. God, I dont know. Maybe.

He took her arm. Come on, lets get out of here.

Where are we going?

Youre letting me choose? How refreshing. After bulldozing me into trapping Lisa Chadbourne, I was sure youd have some plan.

She was all out of plans. She was all out of energy. She felt drained. I want to go home.

Not yet, Im afraid. Were going to Senator Lathrops house and stay there until the first uproar is over and were officially cleared of suspicion. They dont want some gun-happy government man shooting us by mistake.

How kind, she said ironically.

Not kind. Were very valuable material wit-nesses. Well be under strict guard until this is over.

When can I go home?

A week.

She shook her head. Three days tops.

Well try. His brow lifted. But remember, we are, after all, dealing with the overturning of a presidency.

You deal with it, Logan. She got into the car. Three days. Then Im going home and see Joe and Mom.

TWENTY-THREE

WASHINGTON, D.C.

"Its a madhouse. Eve turned away from the lace-curtained window. There must be hundreds of re-porters out there. Why the hell dont they go bother someone else?

Were a big story, Logan said. Bigger than O.J. Bigger than Whitewater. Bigger than Clintons pecca-dilloes. Get used to it.

I dont want to get used to it. She was prowling back and forth across the senators library like a rest-less tiger. Its been five days. I need to get home. I need to see Joe.

You told me your mom said Joe was getting better every day.

But they wont let me talk to him.

Why not?

How the hell do I know? Im not there. She stopped before his chair, hands clenched. Im cooped up here in thishellip; this place. I cant go out without getting mobbed. We couldnt even go to Gils or Garys funerals. And its not going to stop, is it?

Logan shook his head. I tried to tell you. The minute Detwil broke down and confessed, it trig-gered a frenzy.

And they had been in the center of that frenzy, Eve thought. Theyd been kept virtual prisoners in the senators house, watching the explosion of events on television. Kevin Detwil confesses, Chet Mobry sworn in as president, Lisa Chadbourne imprisoned.

Its going to go on and on, she said. Its like living in a fishbowl. How will I work? How will I live? I cant stand it.

The media will lose interest eventually. After the court case is over, well be yesterdays news.

That may take years. I think I may strangle you, Logan.

No, you wont. He smiled. Then you wouldnt have anyone to share your misery with. Company is important at a time like this.

I dont want your company. I want Mom and Joe.

The minute you go home to them, theyll be tar-gets too. They wont be able to move without a camera fixed on them. They wont have a life either. Do you think your mothers relationship with her new beau will withstand that kind of stress? What about Joe Quinn? How will the Atlanta P.D. react to a detective who cant take two steps without being on TV? How about his marriage? Will his wife like

Shut up, Logan.

Im trying to give it to you straight. Youre the one who told me always to be honest with you.

You knew it would be like this.

I didnt think of the media repercussions. I sup-pose I should have considered them, but I just wanted her brought down. That seemed the only important thing.

He was telling the truth. She wished he werent. She was so frustrated, she needed to blame someone, anyone.

He added quietly, And I believe in the end that was the only thing important to you too.

Yes. She went back to the window. But it shouldnt be like this. We brought her down and now were drowning with her.

I wont let you drown. He was suddenly standing behind her, his hands lightly resting on her shoulders. Not if you let me help you, Eve.

Can you give me my life back?

I intend to do that. It just may take a while. He was massaging the taut muscles in her shoulders. He bent and whispered in her ear, Youre too tense. I be-lieve you need a vacation.

I need to work.

Maybe we can combine the two. Did you know I have a house on an island just south of Tahiti? Its very secluded besides having excellent security. I go there when I need to escape for one reason or another.

What are you saying?

Im saying that you need to escape, and so do I. It would take a very enterprising reporter to follow us that far. He added roughly, And look at you. Youve been through hell and Im to blame for most of it. Let me try to make amends. You need to rest and heal. Its boring as the devil on the island. Nothing to do but walk on the beach, read, and listen to music.

It didnt sound boring. It sounded like salvation. She slowly turned to look at him. I could work?

He made a face. I should have known that was coming. Ill have a lab built for you. Margaret will do it right this time.

Will they let us go?

The judicial powers that be? I dont anticipate any problem as long as they know where we are and that we arent going to disappear permanently. The last thing they want are leaks or testimony compro-mised by the media.

When could we leave?

Ill check and make sure, but possibly early next week.

I could stay there until Im needed?

As long as you like.

She gazed out the window at the horde of re-porters across the street. They looked hungry, but she knew theyd never get enough. Some of them were probably kind, but after Bonnie had disappeared she could remember an occasional reporter saying some-thing deliberately hurtful so they could catch the pain in her expression. She couldnt go through that again.

Youll do it? Logan asked.

She slowly nodded.

Good. And you wont mind if Im there too? Youre not the only one who needs to escape. Its a big plantation house and I promise I wont get in your way.

I dont mind. Peace. Sunlight. Work. She wouldnt mind anything if it meant getting away from all this uproar. Once I begin working, I probably wont know youre around.

Oh, I think you will. You have to surface some-time and well be fairly isolated. He moved toward the door. Ill be pretty hard to miss.

Ten minutes. The head nurse frowned as she stared over Eves head at the crowd of reporters being held back by hospital security. We cant tolerate this dis-ruption. Weve had enough trouble keeping the media away from Mr. Quinn. Hes a sick man.

I wont disturb him. I just want to see him.

Ill run interference with the reporters, Logan said. Take as long as you need.

Thanks, Logan.

And do you suppose since were going to go to a desert island together you might call me John?

Its not a desert island, its a tropical island, and I dont think I could get used to another name now.

Ten minutes, the head nurse repeated. Room 402.

Joe was sitting up in bed and she stopped inside the door just to look at him.

I didnt expect You lookhellip; wonderful. How long have you been sitting up?

He scowled. Youd know if youd bothered to call.

I did call. Every day. There was some foul-up. They wouldnt let me talk to you.

A flicker of undefinable expression crossed his face. You called?

Of course I called. Do you think Id lie to you?

No. He smiled. Then I suppose Ill have to permit you to come over here and give me a hug. Gently, of course. They just let me off my back yesterday and Im not going to make waves. These nurses are tough.

Ive noticed. Ive got only ten minutes. She walked over to the bed and hugged him. But that should be long enough, since youre being so surly. She sniffed. And you stink of antiseptic.

Always complaining. I give my lifes blood for you, and do I get any appreciation?

No. She sat down on the bed. You were stupid and Id have never forgiven you if youd died, Joe.

I know. Thats why I didnt.

She took his hand. It felt warm and strong andhellip; Joe. Thank you, God. I sent Mom a copy of the tape from the wire and told her to play it for you. I hope she got through that army of nurses. Logan had to promise the Justice Department the moon to get a copy of it.

She got through. You seem to be the only one having trouble getting through to me. He laced his hand through hers. And that tape nearly gave me a heart attack. Why the hell did Logan let you do it?

He couldnt stop me.

His lips tightened. I would have stopped you.

Bullshit.

Did you have to go rushing in? Couldnt you have waited?

She killed Gary. She whispered, And I thought she might still kill you.

So Im to blame.

You bet you are. So stop yelling at me. I couldnt wait for you to rise from the dead and help me. I had to do it myself.

With Logans help. He scowled. But not enough help, damn him.

Lisa held out an opportunity, but it was for me, not him. Logan helped big-time. He set up the sce-nario to reel in Timwick. He had your friend at the newspaper contact Timwick and show him the list, and then arrange for Logan to see him. Do you know how dangerous that could have been? What if Timwick hadnt been as desperate and frightened as we hoped?

Have they caught Timwick yet?

No, he seems to have dropped off the face of the earth.

No one can disappear without leaving traces. His brow was creased in thought. He has to be caught. Hes an end that has to be tied up or it will bug you for

Not you, Joe.

Did I say I intended to go after him? Im only a wounded crock of a man. Why are you worried? Timwick fell apart. Hes no threat.

You corner a rat and you get bitten.

Then why did you set up that meeting with Lisa Chadbourne and Timwick? You pushed her to the limit. There was no telling what her reaction was going to be. Someone should have been there to back you up.

It wouldnt have been logical for Logan to be at the meeting.

Screw logic.

You know Im right. Lisa Chadbourne would have known Logan would never agree to my giving up that skull for Bonnie. In order to ring true, I had to pretend Id taken the skull and run.

He was silent a moment. And did it ring true? Just how close did you come to going along with her?

You know the answer to that.

Tell me. How close?

Close.

Why not all the way?

She shrugged. Maybe I didnt trust her. Maybe I doubted she could do it. Maybe I was too angry about what shed done to you and Gary.

And maybe its the first step.

What?

Nothing. He squeezed her hand. But no more of this shit until Im up and strong enough to keep you in line. Logans doing a lousy job.

Hes smart enough not to try. She paused. And actually hes being very kind. Hes going to take me away to some island he owns in the South Pacific until all this media frenzy is over.

Oh?

She didnt like the sound of that. Its a good idea. I can work there. You know how impossible it would be for me here. Its almost worse than Its really a good idea, Joe.

He was silent.

Joe?

I think youre right. You need the rest and you need to get away. I think you should go with him.

You do?

He grinned. Dont look so stunned. You told me yourself what a good idea it is. Im just agreeing.

Good, she said uncertainly.

Is Logan here with you?

She nodded. Were leaving for Tahiti as soon as I say good-bye to Mom.

When you leave, will you tell him to come in and see me for a minute?

Why?

Why do you think? Im going to tell him to take good care of you or Ill toss him into a volcano. Does Tahiti have volcanoes?

She chuckled, relieved. His island is actually south of Tahiti.

Whatever. His hand tightened on hers. Now, shut up. I figure I have five minutes left and I want to spend it looking at you, not listening to you gush about Tahiti.

I dont gush.

But she didnt want to talk either. She just wanted to sit there and feel the peace and well-being she al-ways felt when she was with Joe. In a world where everything was turned upside down, he really hadnt changed. He was alive and strong and would get stronger every day.

It was good to know that when she came back, everything would be exactly the same.

You wanted to see me? Logan asked warily.

Joe gestured to the chair next to the bed. Sit down.

Why do I feel as if Ive been summoned to the principals office?

Guilt?

Logan shook his head. Dont play that game with me, Quinn. Im not buying it.

You accused me of deceiving Eve and youre doing it yourself. She thinks youre being kind to her.

I will be kind.

Youd better be. She needs it now. He added de-liberately, And if she so much as calls and tells me shes broken a fingernail on that island, Ill be there.

Youre not invited. He smiled faintly. And, for your information, there are no volcanoes on the island.

She told you?

She was amused. She was relieved that you didnt give her any arguments. I was a little relieved myself, but, after I thought about it, I realized that it would have been a wrong move on your part. You dont make many wrong moves, Quinn.

Neither do you. You handled Eve very smoothly. She honestly thinks you only want to make amends and help her get her life together.

I do want to help her.

And you also want her in your bed.

Absolutely. He paused. But I also want her in my life for as long as I can keep her there. He smiled. That shook you. You dont mind the idea of a sexual interlude, but you dont want me to become com-mitted. Its too late. I am committed and Im going to make a damn good stab at making sure she becomes committed too.

Joe looked away. It wont be easy.

I have time and solitude on my side. Shes a re-markable woman. I dont intend to let her go. No matter what you do.

But Ive no intention of doing anything. Joes gaze shifted back to him. Right now. I want her to go away with you. I want her to go to bed with you. If you can, I want you to make her love you.

Logan lifted a brow. How generous. May I ask why?

It will be the best possible thing for her. She needs it to come back to life. She made a break-through when she gave up the chance to get Bonnie back. You can help her take another step.

So youre prescribing me as therapy?

Call it what you like.

Logans gaze narrowed on Joes face. But, God, you hate it, dont you?

Joe didnt answer the question. Its the best thing to do. You can help her right now. I cant. He added, But if this experience doesnt prove as good for her as I hope, believe me, I can always find a volcano.

Logan believed him. Quinn was lying wounded in that bed and should have looked helpless. He didnt look helpless. He looked strong and contained and en-during. Logan remembered when he had judged Quinn one of the most intimidating men hed ever met. Now he realized the protective side of Quinn was even more dangerous. Ill be very good for her. He couldnt resist a tiny goad as he moved toward the door. Of course, you may not be able to judge. We may be too busy to see much of you in the future.

Dont try to stand between us. It wont work. We have too much history. He stared straight into Logans eyes. And all I have to do is tell her that I have a new skull and need her and shell come.

The hell she will. What kind of bastard are you? You want her to heal, but youre ready to pull her back into that world.

Youve never understood, Quinn said wearily. She needs it. And as long as she needs it, Ill give it to her. Ill give her anything in the whole damn world she needs. Including you, Logan. He turned his head away. Now, get out of here. Shes waiting.

Logan wanted to tell him to go to hell. He did understand Eve and he was going to be good for her. All he needed was the chance, and Quinn was giving him that chance.

Quinn? What the hell? He was acting as if Quinn was some powerful figure standing behind the scenes, pulling all the strings.

Bullshit.

Eve is waiting. He opened the door. Shes waiting for me , Quinn. In three hours well be on board that flight that will take us a world away from you. Have a nice day.

He was grinning as he sauntered down the hall toward Eve.

Damn, that last jab felt good.

She was here. Diane stood in the doorway. The nurses are all talking about it at the desk. Why did Eve come?

Why not? She wanted to see me. Joes gaze nar-rowed on her face. She was worried because she couldnt reach me by phone. The hospital wouldnt put her through.

An almost indiscernible emotion flickered across her face. Really?

Guilt, he recognized wearily. Hed been hoping it wasnt true. Or maybe hed been hoping she had done it. It would give him an excuse to do what he should do.

You know, dont you? Diane said bitterly. I broke the rules. I interfered. Her hands clenched at her sides. Well, dammit, I had a right to do it. Im your wife. I thought I could go on watching the two of you together, but shes interfering with our life and I wont have it. Do you know what people are saying about the way she drew you into this mess? Its not fair. Its bad enough for me to know how little I count. Youve shown the whole world that you dont give a damn about

Its true, he said gently. Everything you say is absolutely true, Diane. Ive not been fair and youve been very patient. Im sorry I got you into this. I was hoping it would work.

She didnt speak for a moment. It can still work. She moistened her lips. You just have to Maybe I lost my temper and said some things I didnt mean. We just have to talk this out and come to a fair compromise.

But she was asking for the one compromise he couldnt make. He had disappointed and hurt her enough. He wasnt going to keep on doing it. Shut the door and come and sit down, he said quietly. Youre right, we do have to talk.

Are you okay? Logan stood beside Eve, who was looking out the window from her airplane seat. Your hands are clutching the arms of that chair as if it were going to take off without you.

She released her grip. Im fine. It just seems strange leaving home and going so far away. Ive never been out of the country.

Really? He sat down beside her. I didnt know that. But then, there are a lot of things I dont know about you. Its a long flight. Maybe we could talk?

You want me to confide all my girlhood dreams, Logan?

Why not?

Because I dont remember having any girlhood dreams. Ive always thought they were sappy fairy tales made up by Madison Avenue.

Adult dreams?

No way.

God, youre a difficult woman. His gaze went to the metal case on the floor beside her. Is that what I think it is?

Mandy.

Its a good thing we have a private charter. You would have scared airport security if that had passed through X ray. His gaze was still on the case. Im afraid Id forgotten about her. But, of course, you wouldnt have forgotten.

No, I dont forget.

Thats both promising and terrifying. I hope youre not planning on working on her during the flight?

She shook her head. It wouldnt be safe. Turbulence.

What a relief. I could see bones flying about like shrapnel. Im glad youre waiting until you get to the island. Okay, since youre not working and you wont tell me your innermost secrets, maybe we could play cards?

He was smiling at her and trying to make her feel at ease. A little of her loneliness and tension ebbed away, and she felt warmth ripple through her. He was right. The flight was going to be long. The time theyd spend together before she would have to come back to the real world was going to be even longer. So make it as easy for him as he was trying to make it for her. Maybe we could.

A first break in the armor, he murmured. If Im lucky, youll even smile at me by the time we reach Tahiti.

Only if youre really lucky, Logan.

She smiled at him.

EPILOGUE

"This beach isnt like the one near Pensacola Bonnie said. Its nice but I think I like the water better there. This surf is too smooth.

Eve turned her head to see Bonnie building a sand castle a few yards away. Its been a long time. I thought maybe I wasnt going to dream about you again.

I decided to stay away awhile and give you a chance to let me fade away. Bonnie put a finger into the side of her castle and began to make a window. It was the least I could do when Joe was making such an effort.

Joe?

And Logan too. They both want the best for you. She made another window. Youve been having a good time here, havent you? Youre much more relaxed than when you came.

Eve looked out at the light shimmering on the blue ocean. I like the sun.

And Logan has been real nice to you.

Yes, he has. What an understatement. During these months she had tried to keep Logan at a distance, but he wouldnt have it. He had drawn closer and closer both mentally and physically until he had become firmly entrenched in her life. The development filled her with a mixture of comfort and uneasiness.

Youre worried about him. You dont have to be. Everything shifts and changes with time. Sometimes things start out one way and become something else down the road.

Dont be ridiculous. Im not worried about him. Logan can take care of himself.

Then, why are you so restless?

I guess I feel as if Im marking time. She made a face. And I have to go back next month and give my testimony against Lisa Chadbourne in court. Im dreading that. Detwil has made a deal to testify against her, but shes still fighting.

I dont think youll have to testify.

Of course I will

Bonnie shook her head I think shes already de-cided its time to give up. Shes done all she could for Ben. She wont want it all to come out in court.

Shes going to confess?

Bonnie shook her head But it will be over.

Ill know the moment to quit and step asidehellip; just like Ben did, Lisa had said.

Dont think about it, Bonnie said It makes you sad.

It shouldnt. She did terrible things.

Youre having a hard time because she wasnt like Fraser. It frightens you to know that the best of inten-tions can spawn evil. And what she did was evil, Mama.

I think she would have found you, baby. I think she would have kept her promise.

And killed you.

Maybe not. Maybe I could have found a wayhellip; Im sorry, Bonnie. Maybe if I hadnt wanted so badly to trap her, I could have done something to

Will you stop it? I keep telling you thats impor-tant only to you. It doesnt matter.

It does matter. She swallowed I thought when you didnt come to I mean when I didnt dream of you that you might be angry. Because I hadnt chosen to bring you home when I had the chance.

For goodness sake, I was glad you didnt knuckle under to her. But all that agonizing you did afterward was a great disappointment to me. Joes right, youve taken your first step. You chose life instead of a pile of bones, but you still have a long way to go.

Eve frowned I havent heard from Joe lately.

You will soon. I think hes located Timwick.

Another court case.

Bonnie shook her head

What do you mean?

Hes not going to want you upset, Mama. Timwick will probably just disappear. She tilted her head and studied her. Youre taking that very well. Youve accepted that side of Joe.

I dont like it, but its better than blinding myself to it.

I think youd accept almost anything if it means keeping Joe in your life. Everyone else could slip away, but Joe has to be there. Have you ever asked yourself why?

Hes my friend.

Bonnie laughed Good heavens, youre stubborn. Well, I think your friend will soon be here.

She smothered the leap of excitement. And how do you know? You heard it on the wind, I suppose. Or maybe it came to you in a clash of thunder in that storm we had last night.

You know, Joe is a little like a storm. Full of lightninghellip; He kind of swoops sometimes and then he quiets down again. Interesting. Arent you glad hes coming?

Glad? Oh, God, to see Joe againhellip; How can I be glad about something I dont know is true? Im probably just doing guesswork about why I havent heard from Joe.

Its true. She frowned down at her castle. I wish I had a flag for the battlements. Remember that tiny flag you made for my castle in Pensacola? You tore a piece off the red beach towel.

I remember.

Oh, well, I guess its fine as it is.

Its a wonderful castle, she said unevenly.

Now, dont get soppy.

Im not getting soppy. Actually, your castle could use at least one more turret. And wheres your drawbridge?

Bonnie threw back her head and laughed Ill do better next time. I promise, Mama.

Youre going to stay here?

As long as you stay. But youre already getting bored

I am not. Im perfectly content

Have it your own way. She jumped to her feet Come on, Ill walk partway back to the house with you. Logans planning a wonderful evening for the two of you. Her eyes were twinkling. It should make you veryhellip; content.

If Im napping beneath this palm tree, how am I going to stroll back to the house with you?

You can do anything in a dream. Im sure youll rationalize it as sleepwalking or something dumb like that. Come on, get up, Mama.

Eve got to her feet, brushed the sand off her shorts, and started down the beach You are a dream, baby. I know it.

Do you? Tomorrow when you come back here the tide will have washed away my sand castle. She smiled at Eve. But you wont risk coming back tonight before that happens, will you?

I might

Bonnie shook her head Youre not ready. But Im beginning to have hope for you.

Is that supposed to thrill me? Id really be bad off if

Look at that sea gull. Bonnies head was lifted to the sky; a radiant smile lit her face, and her red hair shone in the sunlight. Have you ever noticed how their wings seem to move as if theyre hearing music? What song do you think hes hearing?

I dont know. Rachmaninoff? Count Basie?

Isnt he beautiful, Mama?

Beautiful.

Bonnie picked up a seashell and hurled it far out into the water. Okay, ask me the question so we can get it over and enjoy ourselves.

I dont know what you mean.

Mama.

Its not right. I have to bring you home.

You know what my answer will be. Someday youll not ask me and Ill know youre healed She tossed another shell into the sea before turning to smile lovingly at Eve. But I realize you have to do it now, so ask me, Mama.

Yes, ask the question.

Ask a ghost. Ask a dream.

Ask of love.

Where are you, Bonnie?

Dear Reader:

As I came close to the end of The Face of Deception , I knew there had to be another Eve Duncan book.

When I first created Eve, she was just a forensic sculptor with no personal history. But she quickly took on a life of her own, a life of sadness and tri-umph, and emerged one tough lady. She learned to endure every parents worst nightmare: the loss of a child. Because Im also a mother, I can imagine Eves torment. Its too wrenching for me to leave her be-hind right now, not with her search for Bonnie just barely begun.

So Im creating another story. In her quest to bring Bonnie home, Eve faces a challenge that is both intimate and terrifying. A killer will test her en-durance, bring her to the edge of sanity. And Eve will wonder what shes willing to do to survive.

I hope youre looking forward to finding out the answer.

Warmest wishes,

Iris Johansen

The End