Eve

CHAPTER 16

WEBSTER GROVES WAS A PLEASANT suburb that consisted of a mixture of older homes built in the early nineteenth century and newer homes that appeared sleek but lacked character.

Catherine glanced at her GPS. She should be arriving at Judy Clark’s mother’s home in a few moments. It was close to eleven at night. She might have gone to bed. Should Catherine ring the bell or phone again? Maybe if she told Mrs. Kamski she was outside, she might agree to let her in and talk to her.

Or maybe she would tell Catherine to go take a flying leap.

She’d ring the bell.

The GPS instructed her to turn left at the next street.

She turned on San Cecilia.

Number 230 was halfway down the block, an older two-story clapboard house. Catherine might not have to worry about waking anyone. Lights were still streaming from one of the windows on the first floor.

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.

She stopped two feet before she reached the front door.

Oh, shit. She knew that sound.

Moaning. Muffled but still audible.

TV?

She rang the bell.

No answer but that muffled cry of pain.

That was no TV.

She tried the knob. The door swung open.

She froze, her gaze on the staircase facing the door.

A gray-haired woman in a pink, flowered robe was lying on her back, wrists and ankles spread wide and tied to the pickets on either side of that staircase. Her mouth was gagged, her eyes wide open.

Blood everywhere. Her throat had been cut. Dead.

Catherine dove to the side, reaching for her gun. She hit the wall switch and plunged the foyer into darkness before rolling to one side.

She listened.

Nothing.

No, the moaning again.

Coming from the dining room across the foyer.

She waited.

A trap?

But a trap for whom?

She waited a minute more.

No sound but the moaning.

She crawled across the foyer, past the obscenely spread body on the stairs.

A woman was lying on the cherry dining-room table.

Her gaze wandered quickly around the room. Two chairs turned over. Nowhere to hide.

She crawled to the right side of the door and took a chance.

She flipped on the dining-room light.

Judy Clark.

Blue robe she had worn when she had first met her. One fuzzy blue slipper still on her foot, the other lying on the floor beside the table.

She had probably lost it while struggling with the monster who had thrown her on the table and pinned her there with a huge butcher knife through her stomach.

Catherine drew a deep breath and slowly stood up.

“It’s okay, Judy,” she whispered. “I’ll get you help. Is whoever did this still in the house?”

Judy was also gagged, but she shook her head. Then the cords of her throat strained as she tried to talk.

“Wait.” Catherine quickly called 911 and gave them the address and the situation. She cut the questions short and hung up. “Judy, I can’t move you or take out the knife. We’ll have to wait for the EMTs.” She just hoped the ambulance came in time. The blood on the table wasn’t as much as on the stairs, but Catherine couldn’t judge the loss or the trauma of the wound. “They’ll be here soon.”

The woman was still trying desperately to speak.

“I’ll fix that.” Catherine undid the gag. “Now I’ll stay here with you and hold your hand until the ambulance gets here.”

“No.” Judy’s voice was rasping. “Help-find-her.” Her eyes were glittering wildly in her parchment-colored face. “Took- Don’t let him-”

“Shh.” Catherine squeezed her hand. “You said he was gone.”

“But-he-took-her.”

“Who?”

“Cara.”

Oh, dear God. Of course, the little girl. Judy’s little girl.

“I’ll be right back.” She released her hand. “I’ll go check.”

Judy was shaking her head as Catherine ran out of the room. She climbed over the banister and ran up the steps to the second floor. The doors were all open wide. The second room down the hall was a child’s room. Pink princess coverlet on the bed. A Disney clock on the wall.

No little girl.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She quickly checked the other bedrooms.

No little girl. No Cara.

She drew a deep breath.

Damn him.

Then she ran out of the room and a moment later was in the dining room.

“Gone.” The tears were running down Judy’s face. “Cara.”

Catherine took her hand again. “We’ll find her. Do you know who took her?”

She shook her head. “We went to bed-early. Then he was just-there. We didn’t even know him.” The tears were flowing harder. “Mama.”

“I’m sorry.” What else could she say? There weren’t words to express the horror Judy had gone through and was still experiencing. Catherine knew the panic of losing a child to a monster. “I’ll help you find your child.”

“I think… I’m dying. What if-I die? No one may ever find her.”

“I told you, I’ll find her.”

“Promise me.” Judy’s gaze was desperately holding Catherine’s. “Promise-”

“I promise.” She only hoped she could find the child alive. “But she’ll need you after she comes home. You’ve got to be quiet and do everything you can to get well.”

“Needs me…” Judy’s eyes closed. “I’ll… try…”

Catherine heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

Lord, let them get here in time.

CATHERINE CALLED JOE AND FILLED him in from the waiting room at the hospital.

“Could you get a description?”

“I didn’t try yet. Neither did the police. She’s in surgery. She may not make it, Joe. Whoever did this wanted to leave her enough alive to send a message. But he didn’t give a damn what kind of damage he did with that butcher knife.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“That’s what I say. He took the kid, Joe. Anyone who would do what he did to those two women would think nothing of torturing and murdering a kid.”

“And you’re mad as hell.”

“I keep thinking of Luke and how I felt when my son was taken.”

“You have a copy of the photo of Paul Black that Eve gave us. Can you show it to her as soon as possible?”

“I’ll have to find a way to get in to see her. The only reason the police didn’t take me in for questioning was that I’m CIA. They may still do it if they get enough heat. The murder of Judy Clark’s mom was ugly and senseless, and that scares people.”

“Let me know.”

“Any leads on Eve?”

“Not yet.” He hung up.

Catherine sat back down and sipped her coffee.

Joe had been curt and on edge, and who could blame him?

The violence was escalating by the minute, and it all seemed to be heading toward Eve.

What if it wasn’t Paul Black who had committed these atrocities? It could be someone else that Queen had hired.

And what would she do if she found out from Judy that it was Black? The taking of Cara Clark opened a whole new avenue of threat. Why was the child taken and not murdered? Why had Judy been left alive to tell them? The kidnapping would be a weapon that might be impossible to overcome. She knew the helplessness and fear that could cripple you when you thought that your action could result in the killing of the helpless.

And that action had not been aimed at Judy Clark. She was almost certain that Eve was the target. Eve would do anything that she had to do to save a child.

And so would Catherine. Give her the chance, and she’d cut the bastard’s throat. She felt a surge of sheer savagery at the thought.

Keep cool. She would sit and drink her coffee and wait for news on Judy Clark. If she lived, then Catherine would show her Black’s photo and get an ID.

And plan what she would do to the son of a bitch who could perpetrate a hideous act like this.

“WAKE UP.”

Eve opened her eyes to see Gallo’s face above her. He smelled of soap, and his hair was wet as if he’d just stepped out of a shower.

He smiled. “I just called room service for breakfast. I thought you’d want to shower and brush your teeth before they get here.”

“I do.” She glanced at her watch. Seven thirty. She wasn’t surprised she’d slept so late. She had talked about Bonnie far into the night. And even after the words had ceased to flow, she hadn’t been able to sleep. She had lain beside Gallo in the darkness, answering an occasional question, suddenly remembering something she had forgotten to tell him. It had been a strange and supremely intimate night. By releasing all those memories of Bonnie, she had created a cocoon of togetherness for which she had not bargained. She had always clung to those memories, shutting everyone else out. Now they no longer belonged only to her.

She sat up and swung her feet to the floor. “Maybe I wasn’t followed. It could be your trap is a dud, John.”

“I admit that I expected the situation to move a little faster.” He met her gaze. “But I’m glad it didn’t. Thank you, Eve.”

She pulled her gaze away. That overpowering intimacy again, the feeling of being part of him. “It doesn’t mean anything more than that I felt you shouldn’t be cheated of something I treasure.” She moistened her lips. “I have a tendency to be selfish about Bonnie. While she was alive, she was everything to me. After she was gone, I still couldn’t let her go.”

“That’s pretty clear. You’ve been searching for her killer since the day she was taken.”

“No, I mean I couldn’t talk about her, not even about the good times. I held the memories close as if I was afraid of losing those, too.” She looked away from him. “I guess it was time I stopped being afraid and realized that sharing only makes them richer. So maybe I have something to thank you for, too, John.”

“You’ve not talked to Quinn about Bonnie?”

“Of course.” How could she explain? “But he didn’t know her, couldn’t love her. He only knew her as a cause of sorrow and danger to me. And I couldn’t tell him all the things that might have brought him closer to her.” She smiled as she got to her feet and headed for the bathroom. “But maybe I can now.”

He chuckled. “So a night in bed with me is going to bring you closer to Quinn?”

“Yes.”

His smile faded. “I hope it does if that’s what you want. I want you to have everything you want, Eve. But you have to know that there’s no going back after last night.” He held up his hand as she opened her lips. “Don’t say it. I’d like to think that I could replace Quinn, but I wouldn’t even try. You have someone who can give you stability, and that’s something I know nothing about. I’d never take that away from you.” He grimaced. “But he can’t take away the closeness we have together, either. And neither can we, Eve. We’re joined in a way that’s… remarkable. You know it, and so do I.” He turned away. “I don’t know what it means or how we’re going to resolve the situation. But it had to be said.”

And she would probably not have faced the finality of that realization at this time, she thought as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She was having enough difficulty sorting out her emotions where Gallo was concerned. Passion? No, both of them were keeping the passion that had been the core of their former relationship at bay. It was memory, and Bonnie that had formed the new bond.

And, great heavens, what a strong bond it was proving to be.

“YOUR PHONE HAS BEEN RINGING,” John said, as she came out of the bathroom thirty minutes later. “Four times. Someone is very persistent.”

She moved over to the nightstand where she had left her phone on vibrate. She frowned as she looked at the ID.

“Quinn?”

“No.” Joe had called her only the one time yesterday, and when she hadn’t answered, had not called again. “It’s Catherine Ling.”

“I caught sight of her for a moment at the compound, and I’ve read her dossier. She’s… unusual.”

“Unique,” Eve said absently. She hadn’t intended to answer Catherine, either. It had been possible Catherine might feel obligated to act for Joe.

The cell began to ring again.

“She’s not taking no for an answer.”

And Catherine would not be so urgent unless there was good reason.

Eve answered. “Hello, Catherine.”

“It’s about time,” Catherine said. “I told you that I was on your side no matter if I thought you were being led down the garden path.”

“Why are you calling?”

“Because I thought you needed to be warned that some heavy stuff was coming your way.” She paused. “Are you with Gallo?”

“Yes.”

“Has he been with you since before nine last evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then it couldn’t have been him. Put your phone on speaker. He should probably hear this.”

Eve flipped the SPEAKER button. “Go ahead.”

“I’m at St. Louis County Hospital. Judy Clark just came out of surgery.”

Gallo stiffened. “What the hell?”

“Stab wound to the abdomen. She’s in ICU now. She may make it, but they’re still not sure, and I couldn’t wait to try to get an ID from her. Black isn’t going to wait for long to get in touch with you.”

“My God,” Eve whispered. “Black?”

“That’s my guess. I can’t confirm.” She added bluntly, “I thought there was a possibility it might be you, Gallo.”

“She’s my friend,” he said through his teeth.

“Is she? I don’t know if you’re capable of having friends. You haven’t shown any sign of thinking about anyone but yourself. At any rate, your friends seem to end up-” She stopped. “That’s not important right now. I’m just pissed because I’m feeling helpless.”

“Catherine, how did you find out about Judy?” Eve asked.

“I found them when I was tracking you down and went to her mother’s house in St. Louis.” Catherine’s words were now coming tersely. “Her mother’s throat was cut. Judy Clark was pinned to the table with a butcher knife. I think he left her alive on purpose. He wanted her to send a message. He took her little girl.”

“Cara?” John said.

“Cara Clark, six years old. I told the police, and they searched the neighborhood. They always search the neighborhoods first. As if they’re going to find the kid wandering around when I told them that he- They did the same thing when my Luke disappeared.”

“No sign of her?” John asked.

“I told you. Judy said he took her. Or maybe I didn’t.” She added wearily, “She was still conscious, and she made me promise… I’m not behaving very professionally, am I? When I was checking her bedroom, it brought back too many memories. Those bastards always target the kids.” She drew a deep breath. “And this time he’s doing something else. This son of a bitch is targeting you, Eve. He wants to have a weapon, and he can’t be sure that Gallo would respond to a threat, but anyone who has researched you would know that you would be vulnerable. He may be trying to get at Gallo through you.”

“You’re wrong,” John said. “If it’s Black, he’d know that he could strike at me that way.”

“I don’t know what’s between the two of you, and I don’t care. All I care about is that little girl and Eve. You’ve got something he wants. Give it to him. But we have to get that little girl away from him first. Eve, tell me where you are. I’m coming to join you.”

“No, Catherine.”

“Don’t tell me no,” she said fiercely. “And don’t try to close me out. I have a hunch that everything that happened here is going to play out with you and Gallo. Judy Clark made me promise to find her little girl, and I’m going to do it. I just hope I find her alive. You’re so busy trying to protect Joe and me and the whole damn world that you’re forgetting we have a stake in this. I’ll let you deal with Joe on your own, but you’re not going to stand in my way. Tell me where you are. Joe said you flew to Milwaukee. Are you still there?”

She should hang up and try to keep Catherine out of it, Eve thought. But Catherine was already deeply involved because Eve had made that attempt. Now that a child was at risk, there would be no way to keep her on the sidelines.

And Eve wasn’t sure she had the right to do it. Everyone should do everything they could to bring that child home. “I’m in Milwaukee. Marriott. Room 1505.”

“But we may not stay here,” John said.

“Then let me know as soon as you leave.” Catherine hung up.

“She’s a tiger,” John said.

“More than you know.” Eve shoved her phone in her pocket. “And there wasn’t a chance in hell of keeping her out of it now.” She was stunned, the full impact of Catherine’s words hitting home. “It takes a lot to shock her or blow her cool. The attack on Judy and her mother must have been hideous.”

John didn’t answer.

Eve glanced at him and stiffened with shock. His expression had changed, hardened. His eyes were glittering and wild in his taut face. But it wasn’t only his expression, but the aura of sheer rage that surrounded him. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She took an involuntary step back. “John?”

He whirled away from her. “Don’t talk to me.” His voice was hoarse, almost guttural. “Give me a minute.”

She watched him walk to the window and stand with his back to her. The line of his spine was almost painfully stiff, as if he was striving not to let loose that rage.

Berserk.

She remembered Hanks’s words describing John Gallo when he lost control. This had to be what he had meant. The rage was being contained, but just the intensity of the emotion and the violence hovering on the brink were frightening. She could imagine how terrifying he would be if he did lose control.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes. “I’m sorry.” His back was still turned to her, and his words were halting. “I didn’t want you to see me like this. I told you that I wasn’t always stable. I get… angry.”

An understatement. “I can see that you do.”

“Judy has been with me for three years. I like her. I didn’t think that she’d be hurt if I gave her a job. I should have been more careful.”

“How could you know that Black would target her? You said that you had been chasing Black for years. There was no way you could know that he would appear in your life with no warning. Queen had to have been the one who triggered all of this. Stop kicking yourself and put the blame where it belongs.”

“Oh, I’m willing to share the blame.” He turned around to face her. His face was still pale; but the wildness was only a shadow, not a living presence. “It’s time I put an end to Queen. He’s not going to be of use to me any longer. He’s brought me Paul Black and all the ugliness that means. He had to have given the info about Judy’s mother to Black. I’m going to have to pull Queen into the circle.”

Total ruthlessness and ferocity.

“Ugly.” He was reading her expression. “Yes, I am. I tried to tell you. I’ve worked through some of it, but I’ll never get rid of all the hate. I’m twisted, Eve.”

She smiled sadly. “So am I.” She added, “And I’ll have no problem with your hating Black or anyone protecting him. Not if Paul Black killed Bonnie. Now stop all these melodramatics and tell me why we’re moving.”

A slight smile touched his lips, and suddenly the last trace of menace vanished. “Trust you to deflate me.”

“I told you that I wasn’t afraid of you, John. Though I can see why you might intimidate. It’s a civilized world, and you apparently forget that occasionally.”

“I’ll try to remember around you.” His smile disappeared. “It’s no use our staying here and trying to trap Black. He’s not going to spring it. He’s going to set a trap of his own.”

“With Judy’s daughter, Cara.” Eve nodded. “And that bloody carnage in St. Louis was to prove he was serious.” She felt sick as she thought of the monstrous brutality that Black had committed just to prove there were no limits to what he would do. That little girl… “He’ll contact you.”

“Without the shadow of a doubt.” He turned and picked up his duffel and put it on the bed. “Get your things together. We’re not going to wait around for Black to move on us. We’re out of here. Then we’ll work on turning the situation around.”

“Right.” Eve had already unzipped her carryall. “Can we get out of here without being seen? You said I was followed.”

He nodded curtly. “Service elevator. End of the hall. It leads to the kitchen, and we can go out the employees’ entrance.”

He had thought of every contingency, Eve thought. But he hadn’t thought of Black ignoring the obvious trap and going his own way. The realization sent a chill through her.

“We’ll get him, Eve.” John was reading her expression. “He’s smart, but he’s not invulnerable.”

Yet he had killed her little girl years ago and had since killed and killed again and no one had been able to stop him. “He seems to be-” She broke off and picked up her case. “Of course he’s not invulnerable.”

She headed for the door. “Let’s go. I’ll have to call Catherine soon and tell her that we’ve left the hotel. I suppose you do know where we’re going?”

“Yes.” He opened the door for her. “We’re going back to my childhood, Eve.”

“SON OF A BITCH.” QUEEN’S hand tightened on the phone. “Did you have to cause such a stir, Black? Taking that kid was a bad move. People get upset about children. Do what you like on your own, but this is my job you’re doing.”

“Then find a way to take the heat off me,” Black said mockingly. “Why are you so upset? You’ve done it before. Plant some evidence, find a convenient witness to give a false description. Judy Clark will probably die anyway, and that will make it safer. I decided I needed the little girl.”

“Don’t kill her. There’s too much publicity already.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. You want your ledger. I’m going to get it for you.” He added softly, “Cover me just like you’ve always done, and everything will be fine.” He hung up.

Queen cursed beneath his breath. Cover the homicidal son of a bitch? How was he supposed to do that when Black was becoming more reckless all the time? He’d planned for this to be Black’s final job for him, but the bastard was going to ruin him if he couldn’t find a way to control him.

And if he killed the kid, Queen hoped to hell he hid her body so that no one would ever find it.

WHINING ASSHOLE.

Black pocketed his phone and turned to the little girl sitting on the chair across the room. She had tousled sandy blond hair and was wearing a pink Cinderella nightshirt. Her feet were bare and dangling a few inches from the floor. She was one of the quiet ones. Her big brown eyes wide and frightened as a doe before the final shot of the hunter.

They were all different. That was what made the child-kills such an exquisite pleasure.

“Did you hear me tell him that your mother was going to die? She wasn’t quite dead when I took you from the house.” He smiled. “But you saw what I did to her, didn’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

“You mustn’t cry. I don’t like it. If you cry, I’ll do the same thing to you that I did to your mother and grandmother.”

“I won’t cry.” Her voice was almost a sob as she frantically tried to stop. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“You have eyes like a deer, like Bambi. Did your mother ever let you see the DVD about Bambi, Cara?”

“Yes.”

“And do you remember how the hunter killed Bambi’s mother?”

The tears were beginning to roll down the child’s cheeks. “It was sad.”

“But that’s what hunters do, they hunt the pretty deer. I’ve decided that’s what I’m going to do with you. I’m going to turn you loose in the forest, and we’ll play hunter and deer.” He got up and strolled across the space separating them. “I’m a very good hunter, Cara.” He reached out and touched her tear-wet cheek. “You’re going to have to be very clever, very fast to get away from me. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to do it. I’ll catch you and kill you and skin you.”

“Please. I’ll be good.” She was sobbing. “Don’t hurt me.”

“But you’re not a good girl. I told you not to cry.”

“I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”

“Too late.” His hand dropped away. “But we won’t play that game for a while. We’re going on a little car trip.” He took her arm and led her toward the door. “And then I may need you to talk to someone on the phone. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

“I’ll do anything you say. I promise. I’ll be so good.”

Those pretty doe’s eyes swimming in tears, gazing frantically up at him. It had been a brilliant idea to go for the hunt. He could hardly wait.

He smiled down at her. “Yes, in the end you’ll be very good for me.”

EVE GAZED IN BEWILDERMENT AT the huge bus terminal in the middle of the city.

“This is returning to your childhood?”

“In a manner of speaking.” John took her arm and nudged her through the crowd to the front entrance. “When I was a kid, this was where the housing project that I grew up in was located. Several years after I left, they tore it down and sold the property to a developer. They made it into a bus depot.” He shrugged. “I was just as happy. I hated the place.”

“The Bricks,” she murmured. “You said everyone called it the Bricks.”

His brows rose. “You remember that? I’m surprised.”

“So am I.” The memory had come out of nowhere. “I guess I remember more than I thought about that time.” Then she recalled something else. “I had to gather all my memories of you together once when Bonnie was a baby. I suppose they kind of stuck.”

“Really? And why did you do that?”

“Your uncle had just told me that you were dead. I thought I should tell Bonnie a little about her father.” She grimaced. “It was a crazy idea. She was only eight months old. She couldn’t have understood any of it. But I remember her looking at me as if she did.”

“Maybe she did,” John said quietly. “You told me the nurse said she was magic. Maybe that was how she was able to come to me in that prison. You gave her the key.”

Eve was once more aware of the wave of intimacy that seemed to be a recurring theme. She looked away from him. “I don’t know. All I wanted to do was not let her go through life without knowing something about the man who gave her life. All the rest is a mystery. I’m still having trouble with understanding what you told me.” She changed the subject. “Why are we here? I’m sure it’s not some sentimental journey to the past.”

“No.” He nodded at the wall of lockers across the terminal station. “When I was looking for a place to hide Queen’s ledger, I thought of this spot. I have only ugly memories of this site, and I thought I’d add another bit of ugliness to the place. Why dirty up any other area?” He held out his hand. “The key I gave you?”

She reached in her bag and located it. “The ledger is here?”

He took the key and his pace quickened. “Yes. Locker 57. Come on, let’s retrieve it and get the hell out of here.”

She watched him unlock the locker. “It still bothers you? Even though the place was torn down years ago?”

“There’s nothing more vivid than childhood memories.” He pulled out a leather briefcase, checked inside, and slammed the door of the locker. “Yeah, it bothers me.”

That had been a stupid question. A father who had put his cigarettes out on his son’s back? That was not a memory that would vanish with time. “But you had your uncle Ted.”

He nodded. “And that saved me.” He took her elbow. “Let’s go. I’ve got what I came for. This place suffocates me.”

She didn’t speak until they were in the car and driving away from the bus station. “Then why didn’t you find another place for the ledger? It hurts you. It’s not worth it.”

He shrugged. “Maybe it’s a form of self-flagellation. It could be I feel the need to punish myself for all my sins.” He paused. “Or perhaps just for one particular sin.”

“What sin?”

“I’m not going to use you as a confessor, Eve.” He nodded at the briefcase he’d put on the floor of the passenger seat. “Take a look at the ledger. I want you to be able to identify it if it becomes necessary.”

She undid the briefcase and pulled out a thin, cloth-wrapped brown leather volume. The pages were stiff, brittle, the entries clear, but in a script that must have been Korean. “I wouldn’t be able to identify any of these entries.”

“There’s a mark in green ink at the bottom of the sixth page. The color is very close to the blue of the other entries. You probably wouldn’t know it was there if you weren’t aware of the difference.”

“I see it.” She looked at him. “You believe that there’s a possibility the ledgers could be switched?”

“It’s possible. If I’m not around, I want you to be able to identify it.”

“Why wouldn’t you-” Then she understood. “You think you might be killed.”

“I have every intention of staying alive. Anything can happen. Now take a photo of the ledger and a few of the pages with your camera phone.”

She took the photos, then replaced the ledger in the briefcase. “Now what?”

“Now we go up to my cabin about seventy miles north of the city.” He smiled faintly. “It’s on a lake, and that place has only happy memories for me. My uncle rented it and took me up there several times when he was on leave. When I managed to start making money after I broke with Queen, I bought the cabin and several hundred acres around it.”

“And why are we going there?”

“I know the area. Queen does not. Neither does Black. That’s enough reason.”

“You’re going to call Queen and make a deal?”

He didn’t speak for a moment. “Yes, I’ll call Queen.”

But he wasn’t committing, she realized. She felt a chill as she remembered that rage that had so shocked her. Well, she had been angry with the senseless atrocity, too. What measures would she take to save little Cara Clark?

She would just have to see how the scenario unfolded.