“I wouldn’t trust any politician. They’re all bedfellows in Washington. They scratch each other’s backs.”
“Sounds a little disgusting.” Joe studied her. “But you’re intrigued. It’s sticking out all over you.”
“So, I’m curious. Melton’s evidently experienced at piquing people’s interest.” Eve didn’t take her gaze from the sculpture. “The only thing he’d tell me was that it was my patriotic duty. Bull.”
“No more than that?”
“He said we’ll discuss it when I commit.” She smoothed the area under the eye crevice. “I wonder who they think it is.…”
He watched her for a moment without speaking. “Louisiana in October isn’t too unpleasant. We could take a jaunt down to New Orleans. The department owes me some time, and Jane might like it”
“You’re not invited.” She made a face. “Highly confidential and top secret”
“Then screw him.” He thought about it a moment. “Was that a little lacking in tact and understanding? I know better than to try to get in the way of your job. If you’re tempted, I guess we could put up with being without you for a few weeks.”
“Why should I be tempted?” She wiped her hands on a towel and moved over to stand at the window. The lake was glittering blue on this fine autumn afternoon, and Jane was down on the shore playing with the new puppy Eve’s friend, Sarah Patrick, had given her. The girl was tossing a stick for Toby, and the mixed-breed dog was running crazily to retrieve it They both looked so alive and healthy and wonderfully happy.
Well, what was there not to be happy about here in this place at this time?
“Eve?”
She glanced over her shoulder at Joe, her protector, her best friend, her lover. He was the bedrock of her life, and every moment with him and Jane was precious. She smiled at him. “Hell, no, I’m not tempted. Screw Melton.”
“She refused,” Melton said when Jules Hebert picked up the phone. “She suggested I get Dupree.”
“I don’t want Dupree,” Hebert said curtly. “We need Eve Duncan. I told you that from the beginning. It has to be her.”
“It looks like you’ll have to make do with Dupree. He has a decent reputation.”
Hebert drew a deep breath. He had seen examples of Eve Duncan’s work on academic Websites and compared it to that of other leading forensic sculptors. It was like comparing a da Vinci masterpiece with a cave drawing. He couldn’t entrust this skull to a Neanderthal. It was too important to him. It was important to Melton and the rest of them, too, but Jules didn’t care about them. Not now. Melton had a safe job in a safe world. He sat in his office and lifted his finger and sent men like Hebert out to take his risks and do his bidding. “You told me I had to find a way to verify. Give me Eve Duncan and I’ll do it.”
“You made the mistake; it’s your job to correct it”
Jules’s hand tightened on the phone. “There’s always a way to get what you want, if you work at it. What’s the problem?”
“My bet is that she’s so mired in domesticity that she can’t see beyond her little cottage in Georgia. It’s only what you’d expect from a woman.”
“Never underestimate women. I’ve known some that I’d rather avoid than come up against. Duncan is obviously very strong-willed. You approached her in the way that I suggested?”
“Yes, she seemed interested, but that didn’t make her accept.”
“Then we didn’t press the right buttons. There has to be some way. Tell me about her.”
“You know her reputation, or you wouldn’t be so sure she’s the right one for the job.”
Jules looked down at the newspaper with the picture of Eve Duncan that had first led him to call Melton. It was a photo of a woman in her early thirties with a strong, intelligent face framed by curly red-brown hair. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and looked out at the world with an odd mixture of boldness and sensitivity. “I know about her professional capabilities. I need to know more about her background. I need to know how to manipulate her.”
“She’s illegitimate and grew up in the slums of Atlanta with a crackhead for a mother. In later years, the mother gave up drugs, and she and Duncan became close. Eve got pregnant herself when she was sixteen and gave birth to a child, Bonnie. She went back to school and was working her way through when her seven-year-old little girl was murdered by some nut who had killed eleven other children. They couldn’t find the body, and that spurred Duncan to become a forensic sculptor. She studied at Georgia State and became one of the top forensic sculptors in the country. She works freelance and also with several police departments nationwide.”
“And her personal life?”
“She’s living with Joe Quinn, a detective with the Atlanta Police Department. They’ve been friends since her daughter was murdered over twelve years ago, but they’ve only been living together for the past two years. She’s recently adopted a twelve-year-old girl, Jane MacGuire, who grew up on the streets just as Duncan had done. They live in a lake cottage outside of Atlanta. Her daughter, Bonnie, is buried on the grounds.”
“You told me the body had never been found.”
“Until last year. New information emerged, and they located the skeleton in the Chattahoochee National Forest. DNA tests confirmed that the skeleton was Bonnie Duncan.”
And Eve Duncan was now at peace, Hebert thought. He knew the value of closure. He could imagine the dark world Eve Duncan had lived in all those years.
“Anything else?” Melton asked. “I’ve got all the details; I can cross the T’s and dot the I’s if you need it.”
So cut-and-dried. Jules was sure Melton would relate all those details in the same detached way he’d revealed Eve Duncan’s past history. “That won’t be necessary.”
He couldn’t leave this to Melton, he thought wearily. He’d have to work on Eve Duncan’s weaknesses himself.
She’s so mired in domesticity that she can’t see beyond her little lake cottage in Georgia.
She had a man and a child, and her own personal cross was buried on that property near her home. She was probably very happy. And why not? She had earned her peace.
So the only way to get what he needed was to destroy that peace. And he knew he would do it, just as he did everything that needed doing. Drop everything and get to the airport. He had to get her to leave Atlanta immediately.
But there was one thing he had to do before he left.
“I’m going to Atlanta.”
“I’m glad to see you’re taking action. This had better be solved soon. Remember, you don’t have much time to clear up your mess. Boca Raton is set for October twenty-ninth.”
“You don’t have to remind me. I can take care of both matters.”
“We’ve trusted you for a long time, but the Cabal isn’t too pleased with you after that blunder with Etienne.”
And Melton was even less pleased. He was probably looking over his shoulder and thinking he’d be next. Lily-livered bastard.
“I had to shoot him. It was self-defense.”
“Was it?” Melton paused. “I admit I’ve been wondering if you’re playing a double game.”
“You have no reason to accuse me of that.”
“Well, then, you’d better make sure your mistake has no repercussions.”
“That’s why I’m going to Atlanta. I’ll find a way.”
“See that you do.” Melton hung up.
The threat had been veiled, but Jules couldn’t mistake Melton’s intention to pressure him. He smothered the anger and tried to compose himself. It was the first time in years that any of the Cabal had been in the least critical of him. He had served them faithfully. Wasn’t he entitled to their trust?
Well, they had trusted him with Etienne, and he must make amends for that.
Boca Raton.
It would be all right. Jules had made the advance preparations and the plan was proceeding nicely. He could leave the matter alone while he concentrated on the Duncan project.
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bsp; Eve Duncan. Hebert leaned back and closed his eyes. He would go soon, but another few moments wouldn’t hurt. You’d think after all these years that he’d become hardened, but it had never happened. Not with the innocents.
Get a grip. He had killed Etienne; anything else would be easy in comparison.
Joe Quinn, Jane MacGuire, and hadn’t Melton mentioned Eve Duncan’s mother? Which one would he have to choose?
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