“I twisted a few arms over the phone last night and got a twenty-four-hour guard on her mother."
"Good."
"But I didn’t tell Eve and I’m not going to tell her about anyone watching the cottage. So make sure your forensic guys don’t plod around here like elephants. She’s working so hard, I doubt she’d notice if they did, but she’s got enough to worry about."
"You’re very protective."
"You’d better believe it. You might think about that, Spiro. Because if that asshole gets to her and it’s your fault, she won’t be the only victim."
Cather arrived at the cottage four hours later. "Sorry to be late." He grimaced. "I meant to get here an hour ago, but I got a late start from Quantico. I hoped I’d get the analysis before I left, but they hadn’t finished."
Eve glanced up from the skull. "What analysis?"
"From VICAP. Violent Criminal Apprehension Program. It’s a nationwide database that allows us to type in all the facts of a violent crime and then does a search for similar modi operandi on reported crimes during a given period."
"I didn’t know Spiro had authorized one," Joe said.
"Oh, he did, and we’ve been giving VICAP the reports on the bodies to narrow their search.
They’ve been waiting for the last report, but it got lost in the damn paper shuffle. I found it only right before I left Talladega, so I took it myself to Quantico."
"And what given period did you tell the computer?" Eve asked. "Thirty years. Just to be safe."
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She stared at him, stunned. Thirty years?
Charlie turned to Joe. "I told them to call me here with the results. I’ll be outside in my car. Will you tell me when it comes?"
"Why not wait here?" Eve asked.
He shook his head. "Spiro told me to be on guard duty outside. He wouldn’t appreciate having me warming my tush inside." He grinned. "I could have told them to call me on my digital, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to use the phone call to get me inside to defrost." He walked over to the pedestal. "You’ve made a lot of progress, haven’t you? How much longer?"
She shrugged. "It depends on how it goes."
"They do a lot of computer imaging and stuff at Quantico, but this is kind of… personal."
"Yes."
"He looks so fragile. Poor little kid. God, it makes me sad. I don’t know how you take it."
"The same way you stand what you do. It’s my job."
"It makes you scared to bring a kid into this world, doesn’t it? You know, some of the guys at the unit won’t let their kids out of their sight. They’ve seen too much of what goes on to ever feel safe. I’ll probably feel the same way after my baby is—"
"I’ll let you know when you get your call," Joe interrupted. "Eve has to get back to work now."
The dismissal was pointed. Charlie’s words had been thoughtless and Joe was stepping between her and possible hurt, Eve realized.
"Yeah, sure." Charlie headed out the door. "I’d appreciate it. See you later.”
“You didn’t have to toss him out," Eve told Joe. "He didn’t mean any harm.”
“He talks too much."
"He’s just young. I like him." She turned back to the pedestal. "They probably won’t find anything through the VICAP search. They haven’t caught the bastard in over ten years."
"Then it’s time they did."
Joe sat on the couch and picked up his book. "I’ll give you another hour and then you stop to eat. No arguments."
"We’ll see."
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"No arguments."
She glanced at him. He was giving off the aura of the quintessential immovable object.
What the hell. An immovable object could be very comforting in this volatile world. "Okay. No arguments."
called while Eve was at dinner. "I got your two messages. I was running around the island, closing up shop. I’m flying out to Monterey tomorrow."
"You didn’t tell me you were leaving the island."
“It’s not the same now. Time to get back to the real world." He paused. "Are you working on the skull?"
"Not the little girl. A boy we found."
"You said you were going to work on— Why the hell are you there?”
“Things happened."
"You’re not telling me everything. Hell, you’re not telling me anything." She knew darn well if she told him what had been happening he would be on his way immediately. "I’m going to get the little girl’s skull. I have to work on this one first."
Silence.
"I don’t like it. There’s too much you’re not saying. I’m going to fly out to Monterey tonight instead of tomorrow. I’ll call you as soon as I arrive."
"Logan, it’s wonderful of you to want to help, but you can’t do anything this time."
"We’ll see." He hung up. "He’s coming here?" Joe asked.
"Not if I can help it. I don’t want him near that killer." He frowned. "You’re being a little more protective than I’d like.”
“Too bad. Logan’s a great guy and my friend. You feel protective toward your friends." She deliberately met his gaze. "Don’t you, Joe?"
He grimaced. "Okay, you got me." He changed the subject. "Want some dessert? We’ve got Rocky Road ice cream."
call came on Eve’s digital phone at eight that evening.
Eve tensed. Her phone, not the cottage phone. It could be her mother. It could be Logan again.
It didn’t have to be that monster.
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Joe picked up her phone, which she’d laid on the coffee table after she’d talked to Logan. "Do you want me to answer?"
She shook her head. "Give it to me." She punched the button. "Hello.”
“Bonnie’s waiting for you to come and get her."
Her hand tightened on the phone. "Bullshit."
"After all these years of searching for her, you’ve come so close. It’s a pity you’re going to fail now. Have you finished with the boy’s skull yet?"
"How do you know I’m doing—"
"Oh, I’m keeping close watch over you. After all, I do have a vested interest. Haven’t you sensed me standing behind you, looking over your shoulder as you work on the skull?"
"No."
"You should. You will. Which boy is it?”
“Why should I tell you."
"It doesn’t really matter. I only vaguely remember them. They were just two of those frightened little birds. Not like your Bonnie. She was never—"
"You bastard. You probably don’t have the guts to kill anyone. You creep around, making anonymous phone calls, threatening and trying "Anonymous? Is that annoying you? You can call me Dom if you like. But what’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as—"
"The only thing that annoys me is that you think you can terrify me with these pitiful tricks."
"And now you’re trying to annoy me." He laughed in delight. "And I believe you’re succeeding.
How refreshing. It only proves how right I was to choose you."
“Did you harass those other poor people at Talladega before you killed them?”
“No, that would have been reckless, and I wasn’t at that point yet.”
“But you are now?"
"I’m at the point where I’m willing to take a few chances to make life interesting. It was bound to happen sometime."
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knew you were the one. I looked at your face and I could see all the emotion and torment that’s building inside you. It’s only a question of making that emotion soar until it breaks through." He paused. "Can you imagine what an explosion that will be for both of us?"
"You�
�re insane."
"Quite possibly. By your standards. Science has made such a study of the mind of the murderer.
The causes, the early signs, the way we justify killing."
"How do you justify it?"
"I don’t. Pleasure is justification enough. I recently heard that recreational homicide went up twenty-five percent in the last ten years. I started long before that. It seems that society is finally catching up to me, doesn’t it? Maybe you’re all going mad too, Eve."
"Bullshit."
"Then why let me go on killing? Have you ever considered that perhaps we’ve never really lost our cave instincts? The blood lust, the search for power through that final act of violence.
Perhaps in your heart of hearts you all wish you could be like me. Haven’t you ever wanted to hunt, to prey?"
"No."
"You will. Ask Quinn how it feels. He’s a hunter. He has the instinct. Ask him if his heart beats faster when he nears the kill."
"Joe’s not like you. No one is like you."
"Thank you. I regard that as a compliment. I believe it’s time to hang up now. I just wanted to touch base with you. It’s important that we get to know each other.
You’re not one to fear the unknown."
"I’m not afraid of you."
"You will be. But it’s clear I’ll have to work at it a little harder. No problem. I wouldn’t have it any other way." He paused. "Bonnie misses you. You should really be together." He hung up.
Pain tore through her. Damn him. He’d had to throw that last jab. She pressed the off button and looked at Joe. "He just wanted to touch base with me. The bastard wants me to be afraid of him."
"Then pretend to be afraid. Don’t challenge him.”
“Screw that."
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Joe smiled faintly. "I thought I’d try. Did you find out anything we can use?”
“He said his name is Dom. He’s been killing far longer than ten years and does it purely for pleasure. He’s analytical about himself and the world in general. He’s as smart as we thought he was." She turned back to the pedestal. "Will you write all that down and call it in to Spiro? I have to get back to work."
"It wouldn’t hurt for you to take a break."
"Yes, it would," she said fiercely. "I won’t let that bastard disturb my concentration. He wants to control me, and I’ll be damned if I let him. I won’t give him anything he wants."
She stood before the skull. Her hands were shaking a little. Steady them. It was time to do the final sculpting. Nothing must interfere with the sculpting. She had to be cool and detached.
Haven’t you sensed me standing behind you, looking over your shoulder as you work on that skull?
She restrained the impulse to turn her head. No one was staring at her back or over her shoulder. No one was behind her but Joe.
If she let Dom influence her by sparking her imagination, then it would be a victory for him.
Close him out. Think of the little boy, not of the monster who had killed him.
Bring him home.
With slow, certain strokes she began to mold the child’s face.
She was stronger than Dom had thought.
A surge of excitement tingled through him. She was going to stretch him, make him work for every ounce of emotion he drew from her.
It was no real surprise. He had been prepared for it. He welcomed it. It would force him to dig deep to find a way to jar her.
He already had an idea how to do it.
He started the car, backed out of the convenience store parking lot, and headed back to Atlanta.
FIVE
5:40 A.M.
Finished. Except for the eyes.
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She reached for her eye case on the worktable.
Brown was the most prevalent eye color, and she almost always used brown eyes when reconstructing. She placed the glass eye-balls in the sockets and stepped back.
Is it you, John Devon? Did I do a good enough job to bring you home? "Do you want the photo now?" Joe asked quietly.
She’d been vaguely aware that he’d been sitting on the couch all through the night, waiting.
"Yes."
He stood up and opened the large envelope on the coffee table. He discarded one photo and carried the other to her. "I think this is the one you want."
She stared at the photo without touching it. He was wrong, she didn’t want it. Take it. Bring him home.
She reached out and took the photo. She should have put in blue eyes, she realized dully.
Everything else was a match. "It’s him. It’s John Devon."
"Yes." He took the photo and tossed it on the workbench. "I’ll call Spiro right after I get you to bed."
"I’ll call him."
"Shut up." He was pulling her across the room and down the hall. "I said I’d do it. You’ve done your part."
Yes, she’d done her part. John Devon had been found and that meant— "Stop thinking," Joe said roughly as he pushed her down on the bed. "I knew it would start eating at you the minute you finished. But, dammit, you’ve got to rest now." He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth. He sat down beside her and began wiping the clay from her hands.
"I should take a shower."
"When you wake up." He tossed the washcloth on the nightstand, made her lie down, and covered her with a quilt.
"I was afraid it was going to be him," she whispered. "Half of me wanted it to be John Devon, but I was afraid too."
"I know." He turned out the bathroom light, sat down beside her, and took both her hands in his. "But you wouldn’t give up, would you?"
"I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t."
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The slight tightening of his grasp was his only answer.
"Since it was John Devon, that means the monster might have been telling the truth. Fraser might not have killed Bonnie."
"He could still have been the one who killed her. Because Dom killed one of the children Fraser confessed to murdering doesn’t mean he killed all of them."
"But the chances are better now that Dom killed her."
"I don’t know, Eve," he said wearily. "I just don’t know."
"And he might still have her. That little girl could be my Bonnie. It wasn’t enough that he killed her; he’s keeping her like some kind of trophy."
“He’s keeping her as bait."
"I hate the idea of that monster with her. I hate it."
"Shh. Don’t think about it."
"And how am I supposed to stop?"
"Hell, how do I know? Just do it." He paused. "This is what he wants from you. Control.
Wouldn’t he love the idea of you lying here suffering because of something he’d done? Go to sleep and cheat the son of a bitch."
He was right, she was doing exactly what Dom wanted her to do. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart. I must be tired."
"Now, I wonder why?"
"I’m confused. It’s difficult not to— I wanted to bring her home but not like—”
“Face it after you’ve slept for a while."
"You have to call Spiro."
"It will wait. I’ll stay here until you go to sleep.”
“You haven’t slept either."
"How do you know? I doubt you were aware I was on the planet while you were working on that boy."
"That’s not true.”
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“Isn’t it?"
"I always know you’re there. It’s like—" It was hard to explain. "It’s like having an old oak tree in your garden. Even if you don’t pay attention to it, you never really forget it’s there."
"I believe I’ve been insulted. A tree? Are you trying to call me a knothead?" No, if he was like a tree, it was be
cause he gave shelter and strength and endurance. "Smart man. I should have known I couldn’t fool you."
"And I’m not that old."
"Old enough." She was smiling, she realized. A moment before she had been in pain, but she felt better now. Joe always made it better. "I’m okay. You don’t have to stay with me."
"I’ll stick around. You’ve got to be hysterical if you’re calling me an oak tree. The only way you’ll get rid of me is by going to sleep."
She was already getting drowsy. It was safe to let everything go for now. Joe was there, holding back the darkness. "This reminds me of when we were on Cumberland Island after Fraser was executed. Remember? You held my hands like this and made me talk and talk…"
"Now I’m trying to shut you up. Go to sleep." She was silent a moment. "He’s beginning to scare me, Joe.”
“There’s nothing to be scared about. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I didn’t think I’d be afraid. I was only angry at first, but he’s smart, and killing me isn’t his main priority. He has to make me feel… he has to hurt me. He needs it."
"Yes."
A sudden thought exploded through her. "Mom.”
“She’s under guard. I made sure he can’t touch her." Relief surged through her. "You did?"
"It was the logical move. Not bad for a knothead."
"Not too bad." If Mom was safe, a prime weapon was taken away from Dom. He couldn’t hurt Eve through someone she loved.
The hell he couldn’t. He still had Bonnie.
But Bonnie was dead. Eve might be sick with horror at the thought of him having Bonnie, but he could no longer hurt her daughter. Eve was the only one who could be hurt, and she would hide that hurt from him.
"It’s okay. I told you, your mom’s safe," Joe said. "There’s no reason to be uneasy."
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She was uneasy. Trust Joe to sense it. Not about her mother. If Joe said she was safe, she was safe. She was just…
Forget about it. Go to sleep and when she woke they would find a way to catch the bastard and bring Bonnie home. He wasn’t invincible. He had made a mistake when he contacted Eve. There wasn’t any way he could really hurt her.
She had no reason to be uneasy.
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