“How is she getting here?” Jane was already dialing Margaret. “I doubt if she has airfare, and she gave me back my credit card. Maybe I can prepay her ticket or something.”
No answer.
Voice mail.
“She gave you back your credit card?” Trevor asked. “Why did she have your credit card?”
“Don’t ask,” Caleb said. “But I think I can guess. Stop worrying, Jane. Margaret will find a way. She always does.”
“But it might not be a safe way.” She knew that Margaret had been left behind for the girl’s own safety, but she wished now that she was with them. “I’ll keep trying.”
“Harriet’s car has stopped.” Trevor was looking at the GPS. “Her Jeep Cherokee just pulled off the street somewhere.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. It could be a gas station or a grocery store.” He was activating the map detail. He added softly, “Or a hotel. She’s pulled into a Marriott Hotel parking lot.” He exited the freeway. “Let’s see if she checks in and sets up housekeeping.”
“We don’t want Jane to check into the same hotel.” Caleb was accessing the hotel feature on his phone. “She’s the only one Harriet would recognize. Even if she was registered under an assumed name, there’s a chance she might run into Harriet.” He found what he was looking for. “Here’s a Radisson Inn a block away but within viewing distance of the Marriott. You check Jane into the Radisson and get her settled, Trevor. I’ll register at the Marriott, find out what room Harriet is in, then take it from there.”
“Take it where?” Jane asked. “And I don’t like being relegated to anywhere that’s not close to Harriet.”
“I didn’t think you would. But I need to be free to install a few electronic bugs in Harriet’s room, then do some listening without worrying about you interfering.”
“Me interfering?” Jane said. “I wouldn’t do that. I’m more interested than either one of you in finding out if Harriet is in contact with Doane.”
“You’d interfere because I’d be thinking about you instead of Harriet,” Caleb said quietly. “I need this hunt for Eve to be over. That means I have to focus on giving you Doane and Eve.”
“I’ve never seen you have trouble focusing,” Jane said. On the contrary, his intense concentration had often made her uneasy. “Is this some kind of excuse?”
“No, it’s different right now.” He met her gaze. “You’re ill and hurting, and I could make you feel better. You won’t let me do it, and I’m frustrated. I’d probably do something that would blow everything for me. It’s better that I get away from you and do something else that I’m good at.”
“And what is that?” Trevor asked with narrowed eyes. “You were exceptionally good planting those listening devices in Harriet Weber’s apartment. Is there more to you than an expert Peeping Tom?”
“Fathoms,” Caleb said. “I spent years chasing down the killer of my sister. I’m good at the hunt, I’m fantastic at the kill.” He glanced out the window. “There’s the Marriott. Let me out here, then go on to the Radisson. I’ll grab a taxi, have the driver take me to the closest place where I can buy a few devices, and check in at the hotel. I’ll call and report as soon as I find out anything.”
Trevor pulled over to the curb. “I could go with you, Caleb.”
“I don’t need you.” He glanced at Jane as he got out of the car. “She does. Look at her. For the last thirty miles, she’s been fading.”
“I have not,” Jane said. “I’m just tired.”
“Liar. I’ve been watching you. And I can feel you. You’re almost as bad as you were before they let you out of that hospital.” His lips tightened. “And you won’t let me do anything for you.” He turned back to Trevor. “Take care of her.” His smile was suddenly reckless. “Or I’ll come after you. I’m no caretaker like you. Do you know how difficult this is for me?”
“I have a good idea.”
“No, you can’t even come close.” He turned and strode down the street toward the Marriott.
“This is all wrong,” Jane said as she watched him go. “Caleb’s being overcareful. We should have stayed together.”
“If he’d been overcareful, you’d have taken him down and done what you wanted,” Trevor said quietly as he drove into the Radisson parking lot. “It speaks volumes that you let him control the situation with only a token protest.”
“I won’t deny that I’m not well. I have to pick my battles, and there’s a certain logic to Caleb’s handling the first stages of Harriet’s reconnaissance. He’s very effective.” And she was exhausted, she realized. She was bruised and tired and strained to the maximum degree. “But you don’t have to stay with me. That’s ridiculous.”
“It appears that I do.” He smiled faintly as he came around to her door and opened it. “Caleb was bitter that he had to leave such a major opening for me. He meant it when he said that he’d come after me.” He took her hand and helped her from the car. “You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”
His hand was warm and strong on her own, and she felt a rush of feeling that was like a deep, swirling river of sensation. The exhaustion was suddenly eased, and she only wanted to stand here and look at him.
“Hey, that’s not fair.” His smile faded. “You’re vulnerable, and I’m trying to remember. In spite of Caleb’s claim not to have any caretaking instincts, even he actually showed signs of doing that for once.” He made a face. “Oh, what the hell.” He grabbed their bags, but his hand still held her own as he pulled her toward the front entrance. “Caleb probably only did it to tie my hands. Why should I let him get away with it?”
* * *
“HARRIET WEBER BOOKED for two nights and she’s in Room 1630,” Caleb said when Jane answered two hours later. “I’m in a room directly above her on the seventh floor. She left her Cherokee packed except for an overnight case and the box of letters from Kevin.”
“Yes, she wouldn’t want to let those sentimental messages from her dear boy far away from her,” Jane said bitterly. “Let’s hope she doesn’t examine the box too carefully.”
“She’d have to be looking for that GPS bug. It’s tiny, and I placed it very carefully. But it won’t help us unless she’s on the road. But I picked up a few very sensitive motion and listening devices that should do the trick. It shouldn’t be too difficult to plant a few bugs.”
“From the floor above her?” Jane asked.
“I told you, I’m in the suite directly above hers. She has a balcony, and so do I. There are sliding glass doors, and I’ve checked, and they’re not sealed the way some hotels keep them. I’ll have to wait until the hotel quiets for the night, but then I should be able to climb down.”
“Like Spider-Man?”
“Piece of cake.”
Jane believed him. Margaret called Caleb one of the wild ones. She was probably referring to the dark recklessness she sensed within him. But Caleb’s years of hunting and stalking his sister’s killer had developed and honed those abilities to the extreme. Jane had seen him move like a jungle cat through the forest after human prey and seen the wildness in him after he had brought that prey down. “And what if she has the doors locked?”
“I’ll be prepared to jimmy them, but not many people feel threatened of anyone creeping in from that direction. As you say, Spider-Man is usually not a possibility. There’s a chance she’ll leave them unlocked if she strolls out there.” He paused. “Stop worrying, Jane. I’ll get the job done.”
“Without falling and breaking your neck?”
“I’m touched. And I thought that you were only concerned about my getting your information.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. Of course I’m concerned about you.”
“Yes, but you guard yourself so well that you don’t let me see it very often. And I’m sarcastic because I’m very pissed off about the situation.” He paused. “Do you know that we don’t have to go through all this surveillance crap? I could go to her and make her tell anything she knows. It would take less than fifteen minutes. People fear pain and are terrified of death. When the evidence that’s happening comes from their own bodies, it’s doubly frightening. I’ve only showed you that blood can be a friend, but when I make it the enemy, it can be excruciating.”