Текст книги "Hunting Eve"

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CHAPTER

2

Rio Grande Forest

Colorado

THE RUSTLING IN THE BUSHES UP ahead had stopped.

Eve listened.

The faint rustling was now to the right going down the slope.

Not Doane. A bear?

She didn’t care what kind of predator it was as long as it was moving away from her. She started moving forward again.

Dear God, she was cold.

The moments when she had stayed still, waiting for an attack, had robbed her of the warmth from running.

And she would get colder. She didn’t need Doane to taunt her with the possibility of hypothermia in these mountains. She couldn’t run all night to keep warm. She couldn’t light a fire. She needed shelter and warmer clothing than she had on now.

And where was she supposed to get them?

Think.

Shelter would have to be found in a cave or trees. Clothing? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t made plans. She’d known she had to prepare for this frigid wilderness. Hours before her escape she’d packed clothes and a blanket into the duffel into which she had thrown the skull of the Kevin reconstruction.

But after she’d tossed the skull off the cliff she’d run only a short distance before she’d thrown the duffel to the side of the trail to get it out of her way and conserve her strength.

Retrieve it? It was possible. She’d made a mental note of the immediate surroundings when she’d tossed it.

If she could recognize the place in the darkness.

And it was only a few short miles from the house where she’d been held. It was reasonable that Doane would still be there, at least for the night. It could be insane to double back and give up the distance she’d already traveled.

And she’d be even closer to the cliff edge where she’d stood to toss Kevin’s skull into the ravine. What if Doane had decided to camp out there to be close to his son? Considering his obsession, it was entirely possible.

And that possibility was very dangerous for Eve.

What if Doane had seen her discard the duffel and was waiting for her to come back for it?

So was she going to stay here all night, getting colder by the minute, trying to decide?

No, she had to assume that she was in this for the long haul. She mustn’t count on someone coming to rescue her. She had no doubt that Joe would do everything he could, but she had to assume that what could go wrong, would go wrong. Stop questioning and weighing every step. Take a chance on getting what she needed to survive until she could find her way out of these mountains.

She turned and started back through the brush toward the trail that led down the mountain to the log house that Doane had told her had been formerly used as a factory.

She had a sudden mental picture of Doane sitting and waiting like a giant spider with a smile on that kindly face that hid the soul of a demon.

She firmly dismissed the vision from her mind. He would like the idea of intimidating her, making her hesitate, controlling her moves.

And he would probably attribute it to the force of his son, Kevin, reaching from beyond the grave. He had told her that he believed that Kevin was trying to break through the barriers between life and death, and there had been moments when she had believed it was true. She always felt a connection when she was working on a reconstruction, but with Kevin it had been frightening. It had filled her with terror … and nausea. She had been filled with profound relief when she had tossed that skull off the mountain.

Because she believed that the dead could reach from beyond the grave. Her little girl, her Bonnie, had begun coming to Eve a year after she had died. Eve had been spiraling downward and would probably have died herself if she had not begun to see and dream of Bonnie. Yes, the dead could cross that threshold.

But Kevin was not a loving, gentle spirit like Bonnie. In life he had been a serial killer of little girls, and there was nothing but evil in the force that Eve sensed while working on his reconstruction.

She was starting to shiver with cold. Don’t think of Kevin. Don’t think of the father who had given him life and helped him lure those little girls to their deaths. There was hope and good in the world. She was walking toward darkness, and she needed hope right now.

Think of Bonnie.

Vancouver, Canada

“IT’S VENABLE.” HOWARDSTANG handed Lee Zander his phone, which he’d left on the library desk. “Shall I leave the room?”

“Of course not. After all, he’s CIA, not the usual less-than-upstanding client whom you avoid like the plague. In fact, I’ll turn on the speakerphone and let you listen. Haven’t we reached a new plateau of understanding lately?” Zander smiled mockingly as he took the phone. “You’re not only a trusted employee, you’re actually becoming a confidant.”

“Heaven help me,” Stang murmured. He had no desire to be anything but the accountant and personal assistant he’d been hired to be. All these years he’d worked for Zander, the man had kept him firmly in the background of his existence. He was intensely private, and though Stang had been vaguely aware of occasional women who acted as brief sexual partners in Zander’s life, that was the only aspect of the man he’d been allowed even a glimpse of. His contacts, clients, background, all were kept firmly under wraps. Stang had found it strange that Zander had lately chosen to reveal to him layers of his life and character that he’d never done before. But then, no one was more strange or intimidating than Zander.

“You might have to help yourself.” Zander spoke into the phone. “You again, Venable? I’m beginning to feel a bit of pressure. I can’t say I like it. Why are you calling?”

“I’m sorry that I’m disturbing you in your safe harbor away from commonplace cares,” Venable said roughly. “Too bad. Come out into the real world, Zander.”

“I detect a hint of belligerence.” He repeated, “Why are you calling?”

“I just got word that General Tarther was shot and killed at his home in Virginia.”

Zander was silent a moment. “And so it begins.” Tarther, the man who had hired him to kill Jim Doane’s son, was dead.

“And Doane will be going after you next.”

“Yes, he’ll find me a more elusive target than the general.”

“Is that all you’ve got to say? The general was a fine man and a patriot who served his country well.”

“You’d appreciate that more than me. I never dealt with that side of him. He was only a client, but I respected him. He hired me for a job and paid me well and promptly.”

“For assassinating the killer of his little daughter, Dany. After the court declared a mistrial, the general didn’t see any other way to bring Kevin Relling to justice. Didn’t you ever feel even a little sympathy for Tarther?”

“Would that have made me more efficient? No, it would probably have interfered, and I wouldn’t have been able to give Tarther what he’d paid for.”

“That’s no answer.”

“It’s all you’ll get from me. Stop trying to read something in me that’s not there. Your wonderful general was just as much a murderer as me. Perhaps more because he didn’t go after Doane’s son himself but preferred to lay the sin on my soul. Well, I took that sin from him and made it my own.” He shrugged. “In the end, we all have the killer instinct and just choose what circumstance will set it free. The difference is that I let others choose the circumstance and pay me to execute it.”

“God, you’re cold.”

“Is our conversation finished?”

“I promised the general that I’d try to get that disk back from Doane. To do that, I have to find him.”

“My deal with the general didn’t include the return of the disk. That’s your department, Venable.”

“If you hadn’t killed Doane’s son, he wouldn’t have used the disk Kevin gave him as blackmail to hold over the head of those embedded agents in Pakistan. Now that Doane’s broken loose, those men could be killed. It’s all chain reaction.”

“You’re reaching. You must be desperate.”

“I lost Dukes, a good agent, here on the lake property. The general was just killed.” He paused. “And Eve Duncan is still being held by Doane, and I don’t know how long it will be before he kills her. Yes, I’m desperate.”

“Then it’s not only the disk.” He added mockingly, “I believe your sentimentality is showing, Venable. You really must watch that.”

“Doane will be coming after you. He knows you’re the hit man the general hired to kill his son.”

“And I’ll be waiting for him.”

“A trap? Don’t wait for him. If you’re going to kill him, why not go after him now?”

“It will be more efficient to invite him into my web.”

“Damn your efficiency. If you go after him, Eve has a better chance of coming out of this alive. She’s not the most passive prisoner. She’ll be trying to escape. Even if it isn’t according to his plans, Doane could explode and kill her.”

“I gathered that when Doane called me and made me talk to her.” He chuckled. “She wasn’t afraid of either him or me. I can see how she would annoy him.” His smile faded. “But the sole purpose of Doane’s call was to get me to come after him so that he would have the advantage. I won’t give him that advantage. Let him come to me.”

“You were planning to hunt him down when I first told you that Doane had left the safe house.”

“I changed my mind. It wasn’t worth disturbing myself when I could make him come to me.”

“You can find him, can’t you? You didn’t seem to have any doubts.”

“I make my living by finding people … and disposing of them. Yes, I can find him.”

“Then do it,” Venable said harshly. “And get Eve away from him.”

“Eve Duncan wouldn’t enter into the equation. If she did, then I’d lose any advantage. I’d go after Doane and not let any other concern enter into it. I’d think you’d realize that, Venable.”

“Oh, I realize it. I just occasionally hope for a spark of humanity in you.” He paused. “She’s worth saving, Zander.”

“Then you and Joe Quinn go do it.”

“I’m tempted to tell Joe Quinn where you are and let him come after you,” he said grimly. “I did tell him that Doane wanted you dead. That may be enough to turn Joe loose to stake you out. You may be in more of a trap than you’d like.”

“You shouldn’t have discussed me with him. It was bad enough that you didn’t keep Doane’s cohort from pulling the information out of that funeral director’s family about my paying for Kevin’s cremation. Now you’re talking about it to Quinn? Our relationship is confidential, Venable.”

“Bullshit.” He drew a deep breath. “Okay, you won’t help Eve. But I’ll take you just going to get rid of Doane. Will you think about it?”

“Maybe.”

“Answer me. Will you think about it? I’m not asking much. She’s not asking much.”

“She’s not asking anything. Or expecting anything. I admit that’s what impressed me about her. I’m hanging up now, Venable.” He pressed the disconnect and turned toward Stang. “An interesting reaction from Venable, I knew he liked the general, but I didn’t think it would trigger that degree of emotion.”

“General?”

“That’s right, you don’t have the entire picture, do you? I must fill you in.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Then I choose to do it.” He moved toward the desk and flipped open the file on the desk. He gazed down at the photo of Eve Duncan in her dossier. “Venable is almost as emotionally involved with her as you are. You must be kindred spirits.”

“Ridiculous. I’m not emotionally involved. How could I be? I’ve never met her.” His gaze lifted to Zander’s face. “All I know about her is in those dossiers and the snatches you’ve been giving me of what happened to her when she was taken by Doane. I just told you that I thought Eve Duncan appeared to be a worthwhile woman, and anyone would be sorry if she was killed by a mad dog.”

“Anyone but me?”

“I don’t judge you.”

“You don’t voice it if you do.”

“I don’t want to know anything about your business.” He tapped the photo. “Not this kind of business. I’m your accountant, and I handle your money. I don’t know why you suddenly decided I should be anything different.”

“Neither do I. A whim?” He smiled. “There’s always that possibility, isn’t there?”

Stang moistened his lips but didn’t answer.

Zander waved his hand. “It doesn’t matter. Where was I? Oh, yes, the general and how he’s connected to Eve Duncan. General John Tarther was a client of mine several years ago.”

“I gathered that.”

“He hired me to kill Kevin Relling. Kevin Relling was previously with the Special Forces but when he was in the Middle East, he decided that the al-Qaeda was the way to power and insinuated himself into the group. The Army had no knowledge of that or that his killings didn’t stop at the enemy targets. He was a serial killer who particularly liked little girls. He was very clever, and he left a trail of victims in half the countries in Europe. One of the victims was Dany Cavrol, five years old, and the illegitimate daughter of the general. The general was devastated and set out to catch her killer. He threw money and detectives and personal influence into the hunt. They brought Kevin Relling to justice.” He shrugged. “But a jury member was tampered with, and the case was declared a mistrial. He escaped on the way back to jail.”

“And that’s when the general contacted you.”

“Yes, you always have a wonderful grasp on the continuity of numbers or events, Stang. It’s that fine orderly mind of yours. It didn’t take me long to track him down. He was in Athens, and I knew it well. I shot him, then arranged for his body to be cremated by Nalori Crematorium. Unfortunately, his father was close by and rushed to the crematorium and retrieved Kevin’s head from the furnace. He was a little upset and threw the man I’d bribed to do the cremation into the furnace.”

“His father? Doane?”

“He was Jim Relling then. He took the name of Doane when Venable took him into protective custody. He’d contacted General Tarther and told him that his son had given him a disk with names of embedded CIA agents and Pakistanis who were searching for Bin Laden. He was afraid that al-Qaeda would find out and target him. He said if he didn’t get protection, he’d have to turn the disk over to the newspapers.” He shrugged. “He appeared a broken man just trying to understand what had happened to his Kevin. There was no evidence that he had any connection with his son’s crimes, and I’m told he was very convincing. My instinct was to dispose of him immediately. I could see him trying to find out who killed his son and causing us trouble down the road. But the general was afraid that would be dangerous for those agents in Pakistan. I conceded graciously and let him live.”

Stang’s brows rose. “Graciously?” The gentle, old-fashioned word did not fit Zander in either profession or appearance. His close-cut white hair, the features that were more bold than handsome. He was probably somewhere in his fifties or sixties but he appeared ageless. His tall, muscular body, which he’d honed to perfection with daily workouts in the gym, was sleek and powerful. And so was that mind, which Stang had found to be sharper than that of anyone he had ever met.

“I’m always gracious,” Zander said. “And I told Venable I’d let Doane live as long as he kept him under surveillance. That was truly gracious.”

“And why did Doane target Eve Duncan?”

“He had a skull. She’s a forensic sculptor.”

Stang’s eyes were narrowed on his face. “Is that all?”

“You’re probing. You told me that you didn’t want to know anything that—”

“I don’t.” He looked down at the photo. “Or maybe I do. I feel as if I’ve gotten to know her in the past few days. I feel … close to her.”

“Really?” He studied the photo. “Are you attracted to her? She’s not beautiful. She’s just interesting. Nothing to make you—”

“Are you going to go after him?”

“I told Venable I’d think about it.”

“Do it.”

“I beg your pardon?” Zander turned to look at him.

“I know it’s not my business. I’ve tried to stay out of it. I know it would be safer for me.”

“Yes, it would.” He tilted his head. “But it intrigues me you’re willing to take the risk of involving yourself. If you stayed on the outskirts of my iniquitous life, I’m much more vulnerable to ambush.”

“You didn’t give me a choice. It was either resign and leave you or take the next step.” He forced himself to stare him in the eye. “And you don’t know that I want to ambush you.”

“No, but I’m a tolerable judge of character, and I’ve been suspecting it since the day you came to work for me. The prospect was interesting. Besides the fact that you’re a genius at making my money grow there was another factor. I live a fairly boring life, and watching you and wondering what you’re up to gave it a little spice. But now life is becoming more entertaining, and I may not need that additional stimulation.”

Stang felt the tension grip him. “And that means?”

“I think I’ll let you dwell on that and decide for yourself.” He flipped the file closed. “I believe I’ll go work out at the gym.” He headed for the French doors that led to the detached building that housed the gym. “I’m a bit restless tonight.”

Stang had been aware of that restlessness, and it had caused his uneasiness to heighten. Zander was usually in full control, and volatility was rare. “What if Venable calls again?”

“He won’t. I won’t need you for the rest of the evening. Set the alarm and go to bed, Stang.”

“You told Venable you’d think about going after Doane.”

“My, you’re persistent.” He paused. “And I will. There are reasons why it’s not a bad idea.”

“Eve Duncan?”

“No, the general. His death might tarnish my reputation. I mustn’t have potential clients thinking that their lives could be in danger because of the aftereffects of the termination. If I’d followed my gut instincts in the beginning, none of this would have happened. I might have to show that I actively sought to correct the problem. Duncan has nothing to do with it.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Unless I have to use her to get to Doane.”

“You are going to do it.”

“Stop pushing me, Stang. I’m going to think about it.” He smiled coldly. “And whatever I decide, it probably won’t make an iota of difference to whether Duncan lives or dies.”

“If you throw a different number into an equation, the answer is bound to change,” Stang said. “And sometimes the answer is better than you hope. If you decide to do it, will you team with Venable?”

“No, why would I do that? He has his own agenda, and he’d get in my way.”

“Just wondering.” He turned toward the door. “Good night, sir. There’s a jacket on the patio chair if you need it. It’s cold outside.”

Rio Grande Forest

Colorado

LORD, IT WAS COLD, Eve thought.

The temperature had plummeted in the last hour, and the cotton tunic she was wearing was no protection against the cutting wind. Her teeth were chattering, and her muscles were knotting with the effort to withstand the chill.

She didn’t have much farther to go until she got to the place where she’d discarded her duffel. She would have been there sooner, but she’d lost the trail twice in the darkness and become disoriented. But now she was close, she knew it. The moon was up, and she’d recognized a few distinctive boulders.

It should be just around this turn of the trail.

And so might Doane.

She stopped and stared at the trail ahead.

Had he seen her discard the duffel? There was no way of knowing.

If he had, he could be up ahead waiting for her. If he hadn’t, then she might be safe.

She moved off the trail into the shrubs.

Move quietly.

Listen.

Is he there?

No sound.

The wind was sharper, taking her breath.

Are you tucked under a warm blanket on your couch down there in the house, you bastard?

Stay there. Sleep. While I try to even things out.

She stopped again and listened.

Still nothing but the wind through the trees.

The duffel should be right before her …

No duffel! Dammit, no duffel.

Don’t panic. Look for it.

She hadn’t realized that the trail had skirted this close to the cliff edge at this point. What if the duffel had rolled down and gone off the cliff?

And what if it hadn’t?

Look for it.

She might get lucky.

She slid farther down the slope toward the cliff edge.

There it was! She grabbed the black duffel and turned back to go up the slope.

And then she stopped on the cliff edge.

From this vantage point, she could see the house and the mine. The lamplight was pouring from the windows. That was a good sign that he wasn’t out here looking for her.

But she wouldn’t take that small sign to the bank. He could still be out here.

Get away. She couldn’t even stop to pull warmer clothes from the duffel until she was miles down the road. She started to climb the slope.

“You can’t get away. I won’t let you. Kill you. Throw you into the fire.”

She went rigid at the gravelly whisper. Doane?

Oh God, she’d been wrong. He was here, waiting.

She whirled toward the road and started running.

“Hate you. Throw you into the fire. He’ll find you.”

Where was the voice coming from? The other side of the trail? Wherever he was, he’d had time to get his gun from the house.

No bullet.

No sound of footsteps behind her.

Where the hell are you, Doane?

“Burn you like they did me. Never get away.”

Like they did me …

Her pace slowed.

She hadn’t thought she could get colder, but she was suddenly icy.

Not Doane.

She looked over her shoulder at the house where the lights cast a cozy glow out into the darkness.

Then she looked down at the abyss yawning beyond the cliff.

Burn you like they did me.

Not Doane. Kevin.

It was Kevin whose remains had been tossed into that furnace after he was shot.

She smothered the panic.

It could be imagination, a hallucination brought on by nerves and exposure.

Malignance and power coming from that darkness where she’d thrown Kevin’s skull.

Or it could be that the evil presence she’d sensed while she did Kevin’s reconstruction was real and waiting to forge across the barriers.

And attack.

But she hadn’t heard his voice since she’d realized that it was either her own imagination … or Kevin. If the attack had come, she had been able to repel it.

“You’re weak, Kevin,” she whispered fiercely. “You can’t touch me. You think you can use your father to break through, but you have boundaries. It’s not going to happen.” She started running up the path. “Go back to hell, where you belong.”

*   *   *

HE WAS COMING!

Eve climbed higher in the tree, making sure that she made no sound.

Doane made no effort to be quiet. Why would he? He had a rifle, and she was the prey.

She had thought he had settled for the night in the house, but she’d been rudely disappointed. In the middle of the night, he’d come after her, and she’d had to go on the run.

And it was the second time tonight that Doane had gotten so close. He hadn’t been boasting when he said he was a great tracker. She had resorted to going through the streambeds to erase the tracks and lose him. But she must have left some sign, or he wouldn’t be here now. It wouldn’t surprise her. It wasn’t as if she was woods-savvy like Joe. She just had to do the best she could.

“I can feel you, Eve,” Doane called out. “I can feel your fear and the panic. It’s terrible being hunted, isn’t it? No matter where you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

She wasn’t in a panic, but she was experiencing that primal fear of being hunted. And she hated this feeling of helplessness.

Damn, she wished she had some kind of weapon. She’d found a branch earlier that she’d tried to fashion into a club, but that would not hold up when confronting a rifle.

Not unless she could stage a surprise attack, and he had given her no opportunity to think of a way to do that.

“Are you having a rough night? The temperature is near freezing, and I was thinking of you when I was curled up in the house. That’s why I decided to leave comfort behind and go after you. I expected to be able to bring you in with no problem. You must be tougher than I thought to survive so well.”

It had been rough. Even wrapped in the blanket and covered with leaves, it had been cold. The wind hadn’t stopped, and she had only dozed for minutes at a time. It was probably a good thing because she had heard Doane when he’d tried to surprise her.

“Were you afraid that I’d be tracking you tonight? You’ll never know when I’m after you or when I go back for a little well-earned rest. So never sleep too hard, Eve.”

He was right below the tree.

Don’t move. Don’t breathe.

“If you sleep, I’ll catch you, Eve. You must be very tired right now.” He lifted his head. “Do you hear me? I must admit that I’m enjoying our little hunt. I like the idea of running you to ground. I noticed that you were traveling the stream. Your feet must be wet. By morning, they could be frostbitten. It will be hard for you to run then, Eve.”

He had moved a few yards away and was going toward a stand of trees to the north.

Don’t move. No sound.

“And you can’t try to light a fire to dry out. Because I’ll see it or smell it. I may go back to the house for the rest of the night, or I might keep stalking you. You won’t know, will you? You might as well give up and come back to the house. You’d have a better chance of surviving.”

The hell she would. He wouldn’t kill her immediately, but it was definitely on his agenda.

“Though I am enjoying our little game. It brings back old times with Kevin. I loved those weeks in the woods. I never felt closer to him. I feel that way now. Do you feel close to him, Eve? Do you feel him hovering over you? Waiting?”

She made sure she didn’t think about Kevin. She blocked out everything but evading Doane. That was a full-time task. She’d been trying to locate a branch of the rock road he’d driven when he’d taken her to make the phone call to Joe, but she hadn’t succeeded. She’d probably have to go back to the house and start from there. But that would be like stepping into the lion’s mouth. Not yet. Not until she had a better plan on how to either avoid Doane or find the opportunity to take him out.

“The sun won’t rise for a long time. You’ll have to contend with the wind and darkness for hours yet…” His voice was fading away and she could no longer see him through the trees.

Too soon to get down. She’d stay here for a while in case he came back. She sat back on the branch and took off her wet right shoe and sock. He was right. Her feet were already cold, and she had to keep the blood moving. She began to rub her foot and ankle roughly. After five minutes she did the same with her left foot. Good, the blood was tingling. Once she was settled for the night, she’d massage them again.

Chance making a fire?

No, a fire was an emergency measure. She would just make do as she had done earlier tonight.

And keep busy trying to make that damn branch into a viable weapon.

She settled back against the trunk of the tree. Give him another forty minutes, then get down from the tree and make her way back to the tree where she’d hidden the small duffel that contained her store of treasures. Treasures, indeed, she thought ruefully. The blanket alone was worth its weight in gold.

More, it could save her life. She’d been right to go after the duffel.

Hate you. Burn you.

She instantly rejected the memory. Kevin might be close to Doane but not to her. She was having trouble keeping Doane and Kevin apart in her mind. Perhaps that was also Doane’s problem. Maybe it had been Doane projecting those thoughts to her.

Hate you. Burn you.

She shivered; the words seemed to reach out and touch her.

Time to get down and start moving. She could not let the thought of Kevin haunt her or get in her way. She carefully climbed down from the tree. She paused for a moment to lean against the trunk as she looked around the forest.

She rubbed her neck. God, she was tired and hungry.

Berries. Try to find some berries or something. Joe had told her about some of the edible ones on some of their walks through the woods at the lake. She had to keep her strength up. It wasn’t as if she could build a trap for a rabbit as he could do. It definitely wasn’t her forte.

Well, she might be able to do it, but berries would be easier.

If she could even see the bushes in the dark. She might have to wait until dawn. Or until she was sure Doane had gone back to the house. But she couldn’t be sure of anything, as tonight had proved.

Get moving.

Carefully. Warily.

Hate you. Burn you.

Oh, yes … warily.

The Abyss

“I’LL GET HER, Kevin. Be patient.”

Doane stood on the cliff edge and looked down into the abyss where Eve had tossed his son’s reconstruction.

Vicious bitch. He couldn’t control the sudden anger that tore through him. He wanted Kevin back.

All of his careful plans and they had been destroyed by Eve Duncan.

In spite of the words he had earlier hurled at Eve, he was no longer enjoying the hunt. The pleasure had lasted only a short time, until he realized that he was losing control of the situation. He had no doubt he would catch her eventually, but she was faster, smarter than he thought she’d be in the woods. She made mistakes, but she was still good enough to be annoying.

And the hunt could take much longer than he’d thought it would.

Which would mean that his plans for Zander might totter and be destroyed.

No!

Make up time. Move the plan forward.

He reached in his jacket and pulled out his phone. He would call Terence Blick and stir him into action. He was not alone in this. Blick loved Kevin, too, and would do anything to make sure he was avenged.

Blick picked up the call a moment later. “Doane?”

“Things are not going as quickly as I thought, Blick. I may need you to step in and help.”

“What’s wrong? You said you had Duncan.”

“I did have her. There was a problem.”

“Did? You let her go?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s only a temporary setback. I just may have to spend time retrieving her. I need you to go to the safe house and retrieve the box. By this time, all of Venable’s searches must have been done, and it should be fairly safe. Maybe only a guard or two to get in your way.”

“You shouldn’t have let her go.” Blick’s tone was ugly. “You yell at me for not doing what Kevin would want, but I’m the one who’s making all the moves. I shot Jane MacGuire, I killed the general, and now you want me to risk my neck going to the safe house to get that box. You said you were going to do it.”

“And I would, but I don’t have time.” He controlled his anger. “We want everything to be perfect, don’t we? Get the box, then kill Zander. Remember what they did to Kevin. You said he was your friend. Is that how you behave toward your friend? You told me you’d die for him. Now you complain when I ask for one small change in the plan.”