Текст книги "Taking Eve "

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Jane gazed at her in surprise. Margaret and she had spent less than a few hours together and exchanged little conversation. How had Margaret realized that Jane had problems with trust? It should have made her feel uneasy to be so easily read, but somehow it didn’t. “Sometimes you can’t help yourself. People come into your life, and you know that you can’t let them leave again even if there’s a chance that they’ll hurt you. Haven’t you found that, Margaret?”

“Yes, but I try to keep them at a distance … like you, Jane.”

Jane shook her head. “I’ve never seen anyone more open to people than you are.”

Margaret suddenly chuckled. “I said I try, I didn’t say I succeed. I know what’s good for me, I just dive in anyway.” She gave Toby a pat. “Like Toby here. He’d rather take a chance than close himself away from people who might show him affection. That’s why we have to protect him.”

“And who protects you, Margaret?”

“Oh, I have a whole army who take care of that.” She grinned. “And now Toby is enlisted into that army. We understand each other, we belong to the same club. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

“If you have to rely on Toby, then you’re in bad shape,” Jane said dryly. “Being a guard dog isn’t his long suit, as you’ve already noted.”

“Everyone protects those they care about.” Margaret met her gaze. “Toby would die for you.”

“He almost did,” Jane said. “There was no reason for that bastard to hurt him. It had to be something to do with me.”

“Or your Eve?”

Jane nodded jerkily. “Or Eve. Thank you for taking care of Toby until I get back.”

“Yes,” she said gravely. “I’ll keep him safe. Though he doesn’t really need me. You don’t have to worry about him. I can feel the strength coming back to him. In a few days, he’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” She gave Margaret an impulsive hug and stepped back quickly. “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me call you and check on him.”

“Devon could give you better medical details.”

“She’s wonderful,” Jane said. “But I want to talk to you.”

“Then call me.” Margaret smiled. “Though you may be one of those people I have to be wary about. What the hell. Life would be boring without taking a few chances. I’ll give you my cell number before you get on the plane.” She turned away from Toby. “Are you ready? I told Devon I’d take you to the airfield. She said Caleb was already there.”

“Yes, I’ve already said good-bye to Devon.” She bent down and gave Toby another quick hug. “Get well quick, Toby. That’s an order.” She hurried out of the office after Margaret.

But Margaret was standing by the van, her head lifted, her gaze on the trees.

Jane stopped short. “Margaret?”

“Get in the van.”

Jane got into the passenger seat. “Is something wrong?”

“Maybe.” She got into the driver’s seat. “Someone’s been out there in the forest, watching.”

Jane tensed. “Who?”

Margaret shook her head. “I don’t know. It could have been someone from the village. But they’re not usually curious about anything that happens at the research center. They accept us now.”

“How do you know that there was someone out there?”

She was silent a moment before she said reluctantly, “The birds.”

Jane’s brows rose. “The birds told you?”

“No, I just felt it. And stop looking at me like that. Dammit, I didn’t want to answer that question. I know it sounds crazy.” The headlights of the van pierced the darkness as Margaret drove down the rough dirt road. “Look, I’m not a Dr. Doolittle. I can just sometimes sense things that are connected to nature or animals. I don’t know why. It just happens. Sometimes I can get pictures or memories, but it’s usually from animals with a higher degree of intelligence.” She made a face. “I have real problems with birds.”

“I … see.”

“And stop being tactful. You don’t see anything.”

“True. So explain. How do you feel it?”

She shrugged. “A disturbance. Something that’s not normal. But most birds forget so quickly that you only get an immediate impression.” She made a face. “But someone was there, and they didn’t like it. That’s all I know. It’s just as well you’re getting on that plane.”

Jane smiled. “Since the birds don’t like me?” Then the smile faded. “I’m not really making fun of you. I just don’t understand, so it’s easier to laugh. But I’m not laughing at how you helped my Toby. I’m very grateful.”

“Then find out who hurt him. That’s all I want from you.” A few minutes later, she pulled into the airfield and stopped beside one of the three hangars. “Nice plane. Sleek, powerful.” She watched Seth Caleb come down the steps of the plane. “A little like him.”

“Yes.” Jane jumped out of the van and went toward Caleb. “Are we ready for takeoff?”

He nodded. “I was just about to call you.” He looked at Margaret. “What’s wrong with her?”

Jane looked back to see Margaret coming toward them. The girl’s expression was tense.

Jane tried to smile. “Birds?”

Margaret shook her head, her gaze on the third hangar. “Get on the plane, Jane.”

“What’s wrong now?”

Margaret whirled to Caleb. “Get her on the plane.”

Caleb took Jane’s elbow. “Let’s do what she says. She seems to want you out of here. My instincts say that we should listen to her.” He was nudging Jane toward the plane. “Good-bye, Margaret.”

“Good-bye.” But Margaret was following closely behind them. “You have very good instincts, Caleb.” She was still gazing at the third hangar. “I thought you would the moment I saw you. But maybe not good enough to—Down! Rifle!”

“What?” Jane glanced at the hangar and caught a glimpse of long metal cylinder emerge from the darkness of the hangar.

A rifle aiming in their direction.

“Down!” Margaret cried again as she ran toward Jane.

But Margaret was directly behind her, Jane realized. Any bullet would have to go through her to reach Jane.

“You get down, dammit!” Jane turned, pulled away from Caleb, and tackled Margaret to the ground.

She didn’t even hear the shot.

She only felt the pain.

And then even that pain was lost in the darkness.

Lake Cottage

5:40 A.M.

DAWN.

The rain had almost stopped, but the dark clouds made the gradually lightening sky retain its gloom, Eve thought.

Still, she was glad to have the night over. The two hours since Ben had left seemed more like years. She’d get dressed, then call Ben and make him come back to the cottage for breakfast. Then she’d phone FedEx and arrange the pickup for the reconstruction. She wanted it out of her hands because she was almost certain that she wasn’t going to twiddle her thumbs here when she was so disturbed about what had happened to Toby. She would go to Summer Island and try to find out what was—

Her cell phone rang.

Joe.

“You’re up early. I was going to call you. I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided I need to go to—”

“Jane’s been shot.”

Shock. She couldn’t breathe. “What?”

“I just got a call from Seth Caleb on Summer Island. He thought the news would come better from me.”

“She’s dead?”

“No,” he said quickly. “God, I’m messing this up. I’m scared to death, and I’m not handling this right. So much for me being the right person to tell you. She’s not dead, but they don’t know how bad it is. It just happened and they’ve taken her to the—”

“Who shot her?”

“Caleb didn’t know. It was a sniper shooting from a hangar at the airfield. Caleb couldn’t leave Jane to go after him.” He added grimly, “But you can bet he’ll be on his trail the minute it’s safe for him to do it.”

She didn’t care about that bastard right now. All she wanted to know was that Jane was going to live. “What kind of wound?”

“The bullet entered the back and exited the upper shoulder.” He paused. “She’s losing a lot of blood. They took her back to the veterinary research center for treatment.”

“Why not the village hospital?”

“No hospital on the island. Just a resident doctor and clinic. Caleb said something about Margaret’s saying that she’d get better first aid at the animal hospital at the center.”

“Who the hell is Margaret?”

“I don’t know. Someone who evidently has no faith in the village medical facility.”

“Then get Jane on a plane back to the States.”

“Caleb will do that as soon as he thinks she’s stable. I told you, she’s losing a lot of blood.”

“I’m so scared, Joe,” she whispered. That was an understatement. She was terrified. “I just talked to her a few hours ago. How could this happen?”

“We’ll find out. I’m not going to wait for Caleb to bring her back to us. I’m on my way to the airport now. I’ve rented a plane to take me to Summer Island.”

“Good.” She drew a shaky breath. “You’re closer to her down there in Miami and will be able to get to her sooner. Don’t wait for me. One of us has to be there for her right away. I’m heading for the airport here as soon as I hang up. It may be easier for you to arrange a plane to the island for me out of Miami. Though I hate like hell to have to change planes. I’ll call you when I get to the airport and let you know if I have a problem arranging a nonstop out of there.”

“Right. And I’ll make a few calls before I take off. I’ll call headquarters, and maybe the captain can pull a few strings to get you out of there.” He added, “Though she’s not going to be pleased I’m skipping out on that trial. Screw it. If they let the bastard off, I’ll go after him again.” He paused. “It’s going to be okay, Eve.”

“Maybe.” She closed her eyes. “She told me that Toby was poisoned, Joe. Who would poison a sweet dog like Toby? Who would shoot our Jane?”

“We’ll find out.” His voice was suddenly harsh. “Dammit, I can feel your—I want to be there for you.”

“Be there for Jane.” She cleared her throat. “I’ve got to go, Joe. I’ve got to tell Ben that I’m leaving and ask him to give the reconstruction to the FedEx man.”

“Ben?”

“Ben Hudson. He showed up last night after I went to bed.”

“Why?”

“He said he’d had a dream, and he wanted to be with me.” She said unsteadily, “It’s almost funny, isn’t it? All those premonitions that were plaguing you. Everyone seemed to be so worried about me when it wasn’t about me at all. It was about Jane. We should have been worried about Jane.” She had to get off the phone before she broke down. “I’ll call you when I get to the airport.” She hung up.

She drew a deep breath and turned toward the bedroom.

Get a grip. Throw some clothes into an overnight bag and get out of here. She called Ben.

He answered on the second ring. “Do you need me?”

“No, but Jane needs me. I have to go to her. Where are you?”

“About a mile or so down the road, just inside the woods.”

“Come to the cottage. I have something I want you to do.”

“Right away, Eve.” He hung up.

At least she wouldn’t have to worry about Ben in those dark, wet woods any longer, she thought as she quickly packed her bag and set the FedEx box by the front door.

She checked her watch. Almost fifteen minutes had passed since her call to Ben. Shouldn’t he be here? He was young and strong and when he said right away, it meant full speed ahead.

Stop worrying. He’ll be here soon.

But she needed to get to the airport, and she couldn’t sit here twiddling her thumbs. She’d meet him on the road and tell him about the FedEx. In two minutes, she was in the car and driving down the driveway toward the road.

It was starting to rain again, dammit. She hit the windshield wipers and headlights, her eyes straining for a glimpse of Ben. He was wearing Joe’s yellow slicker. He should be easy to spot as he walked toward her.

But she almost missed him.

Because he was not walking toward her. He was crumpled on the ground at the side of the road.

“Ben!”

She stomped on the brakes and jumped out of the car.

Then she was kneeling beside him, her knees sinking into the rivulets of mud and water. The yellow slicker was also streaked with smears of mud.

Mud, not blood. But he was so damn still.

Eve pushed the hood of the slicker back away from his face.

And then she saw the blood. His face was white in the pale morning light, and there was a deep, long gash over his left eye.

“Ben,” she whispered.

“Don’t you worry. I don’t think he’s dead. I’ll take care of him.”

Her head jerked to the side, and she saw a gray-haired man in a green camouflage slicker just behind her. His old red pickup truck was parked at the curve of the road with headlights blazing. He was gazing at Ben with concern as he came toward them.

She tensed warily and her hand reached in her pocket and closed on her gun. He could just be one of the neighboring farmers who used the lake road to cut across to the highway. He didn’t seem to be a threat. As he drew closer, she relaxed a little more.

A seamed and weathered face, blue eyes that had creases at the corners.

And she had never seen a more kindly expression.

“Why, he’s just a kid. Who is he? Your brother?” He fell to his knees beside her. “That looks like a bad cut. Maybe we’d better get him to the hospital.” He took out his phone. “I’ll call 911.” He was dialing even as he reached out to grasp Eve’s shoulder in sympathy. “We’ll get him help right away.”

She instinctively flinched away from him. “Who are you?”

“Just someone who wants to help. My farm is down the road from your property. I believe in being a Good Samaritan. We all have to help each other.” His smile was as gentle as his expression. “My name is Doane.” He extended his hand. “What’s yours?”

“Eve Duncan.” She turned back to Ben. “Finish making that call. I don’t like the way he’s breathing.”

“Really?” He leaned forward over Ben and his hand fell on her shoulder as he tried to get closer. “I think he may be—”

She didn’t hear the end of the sentence.

She didn’t feel the pinprick on her upper back.

But she slumped forward over Ben’s body a second later.

CHAPTER

5

“RELAX.” REX NELKER, THE PILOT Joe had hired to take him to Summer Island, glanced at him as the Learjet lifted off the Miami runway. “We’re moving as fast as we can. We should have good weather all the way to the island. I’ll have you there in an hour or so.”

“I’ll relax when you tell me we’re landing.” But Joe knew that Nelker was right. Everything had gone as smoothly and quickly as possible for a last-minute departure. He had practically been able to step on the plane minutes after he arrived at Miami International. But that didn’t keep him from being on edge. He hadn’t heard back from Seth Caleb after that first phone call. For all he knew, Jane could be dead.

Don’t be negative. It would tear the heart out of him.

He’d assume the best until he found out differently. He couldn’t bear the alternative.

And neither could Eve. He loved Jane, but she was not only Eve’s adopted daughter, she was her best friend. She and Jane had come together when Jane was a street kid, and they had found ways to bond in many, many ways. It would tear Eve to pieces if anything happened to Jane.

So don’t borrow trouble. Do the job and make things as easy for Eve as possible. He’d made a few calls just before he got on the Learjet and arranged a private flight for Eve out of Atlanta. She’d be arriving at Summer Island only an hour after he landed.

He just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

Everyone seemed to be so worried about me when it wasn’t about me at all. It was about Jane. We should have been worried about Jane.

He stiffened.

It was about Jane.

But was it all about Jane?

Eve had said she’d call him when she reached Atlanta International.

No call.

Don’t panic.

She hadn’t had more than forty minutes to pack and get to the airport.

He reached for his cell phone and dialed Eve.

No answer.

Shit. He should at least get a voice mail.

Unless her phone was turned off.

Eve would never turn her phone off in an emergency like this. She’d be afraid not to be able to get word about Jane.

We should have been worried about Jane.

But they should also have been worried about Eve. The swirling puzzle pieces were taking form, becoming clear.

Every instinct had made Joe reluctant to leave Eve. The only thing that had made him feel safe was that Jane would be with her.

But Jane had not come.

Ben had a dream.

And Ben’s dreams were always about Bonnie.

Perhaps Bonnie was having some ghostly trepidations, too? He had only recently come to believe that Bonnie actually was an entity and not a figment of Eve’s imagination. He was hardheaded and a complete realist, but sometimes a knockout vision could change everything. He had to accept that if Bonnie was Eve’s hallucination, she was also his. Now it appeared Bonnie was somehow involved with all this.

And Jane’s being shot would make Eve forget everything but getting to her daughter.

She would be vulnerable.

“Something wrong, man?” Nelker said.

“Everything is wrong,” Joe muttered. He was torn between telling Nelker to go back to Miami and continuing to Summer Island. There was a slight chance that there was a phone malfunction, and Eve would not forgive him if he didn’t get to Jane as soon as possible.

But he didn’t think there was a phone or tower malfunction. He didn’t know what was happening, but he had a hunch it was all bad. Hell, he knew it was bad. He was on his way to Jane, who might not even be alive when he got there.

Eve …

He couldn’t think of Eve right now. Emotion always got in the way when he thought of Eve, and he had to make choices.

Eve was the choice, always and forever.

Even if he had Nelker turn around, he couldn’t get to Eve for another two hours minimum.

Okay, find a way to give Eve her best chance considering all the circumstances.

Venable.

He quickly dialed Venable’s number.

Voice mail.

“Listen, you bastard. You’ve been avoiding my calls since yesterday. I’m not taking it any longer. Call me back, or I’ll be coming for you.”

He hung up the phone and waited.

Three minutes later, the phone rang.

“I don’t take kindly to threats, Quinn,” Venable said sourly. “I was tempted to ignore you.”

“Like you’ve been ignoring me since you called me yesterday. It wouldn’t have been a wise move if you’d done it now. I’m a little tense.”

Silence. “I noticed.”

“That’s because you know me well, and you’re very observant. You’re also a conniving, ruthless, son of a bitch when it suits you. I’m beginning to think it may be suiting you right now.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You called me yesterday and made polite inquiries about me, Eve, Jane … and how the world was treating us. Very suspicious, Venable.”

“You’re paranoid.”

“Why did you call?”

“I hadn’t talked to you for a while. It’s not so unusual. Sometimes I think we’re friends.”

“Sometimes I think so, too. But not if it concerns the CIA. Then I think you’re a manipulator on the grand scale. Talk to me. Why did you call?”

Venable didn’t answer.

“Answer me.” Joe’s voice was low and tense. “Do you know where I am right now? I’m on a plane flying down to Summer Island in the Caribbean. I’m going there because Jane’s been shot, and I have to get to her. What a coincidence that you called and inquired about her only yesterday. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you?”

“Shot? Hell, no. How is Eve?”

“Strange you went straight from Jane’s being shot to Eve. Or is it strange, Venable?”

“Is Eve okay?”

“I don’t know. I can’t get in touch with her.”

Venable muttered a curse.

“Exactly how I feel,” Joe said. “No voice mail. She was supposed to call me from Atlanta International and hasn’t. So I’m putting it in your camp, Venable. I’m calling the police officer I had keeping an eye on her, but I want one of your people on the job, too.”

“I don’t know if we have any CIA agents in the area.”

“No? Then get them there. Fast.”

“Eve may be fine, Quinn. There could be any number of reasons why you can’t reach her.”

“Then find her, get her to call me.”

“I’m not arguing. I’ll look into it for you.”

“How generous.”

“It is generous. I don’t have to do it. You’ve no proof I have any involvement in any of this. So back off, Quinn.”

“I’m not backing off. First, go find Eve and keep her safe until you put her on a plane to the island. Then call me and tell me how and why you’re pulling strings that caused Jane to end up with a bullet in her.”

Silence. “I’m sorry about Jane, Quinn. I hope she’ll be okay. If I can help, let me know.”

“I’ve told you how you can help us. Get Eve on that plane so that she can get to Jane.”

“I’ll do my best. I’ll call you as soon as I make contact with her.” He hung up.

Venable had sounded genuinely sorry. Hell, he probably was regretting that Jane had been hurt, and Eve—No, don’t think about what might be happening to Eve. He couldn’t be certain that she was in danger. Keep calm. He’d call Ron, the officer who had been on patrol at the cottage, then hang tight until he heard back from both Venable and him. By that time he should have been able to find out if Jane was going to survive and take charge of what was happening there on the island.

Keep busy, he told himself. It could work out. He was doing the right thing.

No, he wasn’t. There couldn’t be anything right about flying away from Eve no matter what the emergency on the other end. So what if it was what she’d want him to do? Eve was the center of his being. Ignore everything but that fact and tell the pilot to turn around and go back to Miami.

Jane.

Jane was the one known victim. How could he abandon her?

He drew a deep, harsh breath and started to dial Ron’s mobile phone. There was a chance the policeman had seen her leave or could reassure him she was safe.

Know something, dammit.

Tell me I’m jumping to conclusions.

Know something, anything.

*   *   *

INTENT DARK EYES STARING down at her.

A faint flicker of emotion in those eyes. Relief?

Strange …

Jane knew those eyes. They frightened her.

Or did they? She had never admitted that fear to herself. Perhaps it wasn’t fear of Caleb but wariness of the way he made her feel. He always knew too much. What would happen if she let him invade her space?

Too close. He always came too close …

“Stop frowning,” Caleb said roughly. “Stop pushing me away. I’m trying to help you. Are you hurting? Devon gave you a sedative. You shouldn’t be uncomfortable.”

Why should she be hurting? Yet she was aware of a dull ache in her upper right shoulder.

An explosion of pain, then darkness.

“I’m … all right. Bullet?”

He nodded. “Sniper. Shooting from one of the hangars. It happened a little over three hours ago.”

Sniper. It was like something from a war movie, she thought hazily. And it made no sense at all. She couldn’t comprehend any of it. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” His lips tightened. “I haven’t been able to go after the bastard. I couldn’t leave you.”

And it had made him angry, she realized. “Why? Am I dying?”

“No. Devon says that she thinks you’re going to be okay. The bullet went through your shoulder and didn’t appear to damage any organs. Devon doesn’t like or trust the local village doctor, so she’s arranging for an air ambulance to take you to a hospital in San Juan. But you scared us. You wouldn’t stop bleeding. Devon had to give you a transfusion.” He smiled crookedly. “Margaret wanted to donate her blood, but I’m universal, so Devon took mine.”

“I would have preferred Margaret.”

He nodded. “I know. But you have to take what’s available. I’m very much available.” He stood up. “I have to go and tell Devon and Margaret you’re awake. They made me promise. They wanted to hover, but I told them that you’d do better to wake with someone you knew.” His dark eyes were suddenly gleaming. “I told them you’d feel safer.”

“You lied.”

“Yes, but it worked. I got what I wanted. They don’t understand the complications of our relationship. I brought you to the island, and, therefore, I’m presumably a man to trust.”

“Presumably.”

“But you don’t trust me. You don’t trust any man, do you?” He suddenly looked back and snapped his fingers. “No, there is a man you do trust, and it should comfort you to know that he should be arriving on the island at any moment.”

“Joe?”

He smiled. “You see? You knew exactly whom I was talking about. Tell him I’ll talk to him when I get back.”

“Wait.” She moistened her lips. “You’re going to try to track down that sniper.”

“I’m not going to try. If he’s still on the island, I’m going to get the bastard within the next few hours.” He added coldly, “If he’s found a way off, it may take a little while longer.”

“I’m not asking you to—”

“Be quiet, Jane,” he said softly. “I’ve been thinking about my reward all the time I’ve been sitting here playing the sturdy, solid friend in need. This has a little to do with you but more with what and who I am. I want him.”

Before she could answer, he was gone.

And she was left to remember how savage and violent Caleb could be when he went on the hunt.

Dammit, and she was wounded and too weak to go after him. Yes, Caleb had a primitive and barbaric desire for revenge, but this was really all about her. He wouldn’t even be on the island if she hadn’t asked him to come here.

“He upset you.” Margaret was standing in the doorway, her gaze on Jane’s face. “I told Devon it was taking a chance to let him stay with you. He’s one of the wild ones. Even if he meant well, he is what he is.” She came forward and sat down beside the bed. “What do you want me to do? Go after him and bring him back?”

“No, that’s impossible. You couldn’t do it. I told you about—you don’t know what he is.”

“Yes, I do.” She shrugged. “I told you, he’s one of the wild ones. I know all about them. It’s true I haven’t run across anyone quite like him. It would be hard, but I could bring him back to you if you want him.”

“You don’t know all about Caleb,” Jane said dryly. “I guarantee that you don’t. I didn’t give you more than a hint. There’s no one like him.”

“I can get him.” She was holding Jane’s gaze. “Say the word.”

“So then I’d have two people to worry about?” Jane said in exasperation. “No, I won’t say the word, dammit.”

“Now I’m upsetting you, too.” Margaret suddenly smiled. “You’re ill, we should all leave you alone to heal and deal with everything else ourselves.”

“I’m not ill. I’ve been shot. There’s a difference.”

“Cause and effect.”

“That should affect only me. And perhaps whoever is in charge of law and order on this island. Not Seth Caleb and not you.”

“There’s only a constable and his assistant in the village. Devon will probably tell him about the shooter in case he might be a danger to the locals. But I don’t think he would be a danger to anyone but you, do you?”

“I don’t know,” she said in frustration. “Maybe. Why would I be a target?”

“Caleb may find out … if he doesn’t decide to kill him instead of question him. I only know the shooter was stalking you. He was in the woods outside, and he was at the airfield.”

Margaret had been coolly analytical about Caleb’s potential actions and apparently completely without judgment. “You have no objection to Caleb’s … going that far?”

“Why? It’s his nature. Besides, it’s justice. The man tried to kill you, now he has to pay. I told you I believe in revenge.”

“Yes, you did.” But lying here looking at Margaret, it was difficult for Jane to accept. The young girl was so full of life and that youthful joyousness that it was hard to make the connection. “But this is a little more final than going after the man who poisoned Toby to punish him.”

She shook her head. “Justice is justice.”

“Yet you said that you’d go after Caleb and bring him back.”

“Because I didn’t want you to worry when you’re not well.” Her smile held a hint of mischief. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t go after that man who shot you myself after I got Caleb back for you.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

She laughed. “But I’d have to do it. Payback, remember? You saved my life. You took that bullet for me. I owe you a debt. Debts have to be paid.”

“No, I don’t remember it like that. Everything happened too fast. You don’t owe me anything, Margaret.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t know quite how I’ll do it, but it will come to me.” She got to her feet. “We won’t argue about it right now. Maybe when Caleb comes back, he’ll have some answers, and it will all become clear to us. You rest now, and I’ll bring Joe Quinn in to see you as soon as he gets here. Caleb did tell you that he was on his way?”

“Yes, but he didn’t mention Eve. Is she with him?”

“No, he’s flying in from Miami. I think the plan is for her to arrive a little later.”

“That would make sense.” She couldn’t wait to see Eve. Whenever Eve was on the scene, everything seemed right with the world. Though she doubted if even Eve could make all the ugliness that had happened lately seem normal or right.

And she still had that niggling feeling of uneasiness about that last phone call with Eve. “Where’s my phone? I’d like to call her.”

She shook her head. “Devon wants you to rest. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I hear you offered a bit of your own. Thank you.”

“It didn’t happen. Caleb won that round.” She headed for the door. “He seemed intrigued at the prospect. I didn’t understand.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Not many people understand Caleb. His background makes him unique.”

“We’re all unique.” She smiled back over her shoulder. “You, me, Toby, Devon. Isn’t nature wonderful? It’s like a kaleidoscope that never shows the same picture twice.” She opened the door. “Rest, Jane. I’ll send your phone in when Joe Quinn gets here.”

Jane stared after her with bewilderment. She wasn’t sure exactly how wonderful nature could be, but she was beginning to believe that Margaret was a brilliant kaleidoscope of character in her own right. She would actually have gone after Caleb if Jane had asked. And it wasn’t because she underestimated the danger he represented. Totally extraordinary.

But she wasn’t up to analyzing Margaret right now, she realized. She was feeling weak and exhausted, and the temporary adrenaline rush was fading rapidly.

Blank out the bewilderment, the unfathomable questions, Caleb and Margaret. She would deal with them later with Joe.

And then Eve would come, and they would be able to get through this nightmare as they got through everything else.

Together.

*   *   *

VENABLE.

Zander didn’t hesitate as he saw the ID. He punched the access. “Has your agent got a report on Doane?”

“He got into the house. No disk. He snatched the computer, but all the data had been erased. We’re having to restore it. We should know something by tomorrow.”