The Face of Deception

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.