Then she carefully put his hand on the counterpane and glided toward the door.
She had less than thirty minutes remaining of the time Montalvo had allotted her and she had to hurry.
Miguel was waiting outside the door. He handed her a bar of soap and a small bottle of mosquito repellent. "You're being unreasonable. The Colonel isn't happy."
"Sorry. I know that's a major crime in your eyes."
"Yes. But I will not treat you as a criminal unless your lack of reason causes harm to the Colonel." His glance was cool as he turned away. "That's not acceptable."
"Not to me either." She headed toward her room. "I don't want anyone hurt." She slammed the door behind her. She was tired of arguing and this was difficult enough. Take the shower and wash her hair, rid herself of this blasted scent and then get down to the yard.
She was running down the stairs twenty minutes later. The hall was now clear, she noticed. Everyone must be assembled outside and ready to go.
She was right. Two jeeps with engines running were parked in front of the house but she could see a truck loaded with men already pulling out of the gates.
Montalvo was talking to someone in the shadow of the far jeep and she walked toward him.
"I'm ready. No scent as you spec-"
Galen.
He smiled at her. "Hello, luv."
Montalvo turned away from talking to Galen. "Good. Get in the jeep. I'll see you at the village, Galen." He was striding away toward the jeep in front. "Or if we're lucky, I won't see you there."
Eve whirled to face Galen. "What the devil are you doing here?"
"It appears I'm going to help rob a grave."
"I told you that I didn't want you to-"
"That was before you decided to risk your neck to make sure that Montalvo's not lying to you." He grimaced. "And I have a hunch that I piqued this move on your part. I asked you last night how you knew that Montalvo was on the up-and-up about this grave-robbing scenario."
"I would have probably thought it through and known I had to verify it myself. It was in the back of my mind anyway. I was just too exhausted to make the connection. You have no responsibility about-"
"Hush. You have to have someone guarding your back and you gave Soldono his walking papers."
"Soldono ran to you and asked you to do this?"
"He didn't have to beg and plead too hard." He helped her into the jeep. "Even if you hadn't been involved I might have tagged a ride to the party. It looked like my kind of shindig."
"I don't want you coming, Galen."
"Too late."
"Someone has to be here to take care of Joe."
"I designated Soldono to hold his hand." He started the jeep. "Not that he's needed with a doctor in attendance. And you talk as if we're going to be gone for days. Montalvo is estimating six hours."
She looked at him in exasperation. "How did you persuade Montalvo to let you come?"
"My reputation isn't pure as the driven snow like Soldono's and he saw I could handle myself. It frees one of his men from babysitting you. It wasn't too difficult to convince him that I was a good addition to his merry band." He glanced at her as he followed Montalvo's jeep through the compound gates. "Now, wouldn't it be more beneficial for you to stop arguing and discuss what Montalvo and I decided would give you what you want and still keep all of us alive?"
There was no budging him. "Okay, tell me what's going to happen."
"The hill overlooking the cemetery is heavily wooded. We can park the jeep on the road, climb the hill, and stay there and watch Montalvo and his men do the deed. When you're satisfied, then we take off and hightail it out of there."
"It sounds very simple and efficient."
"Oh, did I forget to tell you that we don't use the lights for the last four miles to the hill and we might end up in a ditch? Or that Montalvo has sent scouts out to make sure there aren't any snipers on this side of the valley but he's only eighty-five percent sure that one might not have slipped by?" He glanced at her. "Do you still want to go?"
"Yes." She stared out the windshield at the taillights of Montalvo's jeep ahead of them. "I have to go."
"It should be up ahead." Galen peered through the windshield. "Christ, it's like crawling through a dark tunnel. Montalvo said there should be moonlight tonight. Where the hell is it?"
"Evidently Montalvo can't control everything. Clouds do come."
"Well, evidently he controlled the sniper situation. We got this far without being-There it is." He swung the wheel and the jeep skittered off onto a side road. A hundred yards farther he turned the jeep around. "Out. Montalvo and his men should be ten minutes ahead of us. It took longer than I thought to crawl along that road. If you want to see the show, we've got to hurry."
"I definitely want to see the show." She'd already jumped out of the jeep. "Which way?"
"There's a path to the left." He grabbed her arm. "There it is."
She moved up the path behind him. "How far?"
"Sorry. Montalvo wasn't that precise. He said to climb to the top of the hill."
The hill was steep and the shale path slippery underfoot. She slipped twice and righted herself. Her breath was coming hard by the time they'd been climbing only five minutes or so.
"Okay?" Galen whispered.
"Hell, no. I'm still wobbly from that concussion but I'll make it."
"I don't have the slightest doubt you will. But if you could use a hand feel free to tell me."
"As an alternative to falling at your feet, you can be sure I'll yell," she said grimly.
"Well, don't yell. That might arouse any snipers Montalvo missed accounting for. But a gentle tug would-I think we're there." He reached behind him and pulled her the last few feet to the crest of the hill. "There's Diaz's kingdom."
If this was a kingdom, the castle on the hill across the way did justice to the concept, she thought. The moon was still behind the clouds and the castle was the only structure that was brightly lit and easily discernible in the darkness. It was a Spanish-Moorish mansion on the grand scale. Turrets and massive arched windows were sprinkled throughout the exterior of the castle and as far as she could tell the grounds were equally impressive.
Her gaze shifted from the castle to the village directly below her. Darkness. She could barely make out the roofs of the houses but nothing was distinct. "I didn't come here to see the castle. I can't see anything but those lights on the-"
The moon came out from behind the clouds.
"Right on cue," Galen murmured. "Maybe Montalvo does have influence on the higher plane."
She barely heard him. Her gaze was searching the village below for some sign of-
"There it is." She dropped to her knees and lifted the binoculars to her eyes. "The cemetery is behind that small church to the left. Jesus, it's on the edge of the village, in the open. There aren't any houses around it to shelter it. If Diaz's men looked down from that monstrosity of a castle, they'd see everything that's going on."
"Then Montalvo had better hope they're not looking down. Do you see him and his men yet?"
"No."
"The grave should be two-thirds back to the right of a large stone tomb."
"Montalvo told you that?"
"I didn't want to waste time."
She scanned the cemetery in the direction he'd indicated. The large tomb… "Got it. It's not large, it's enormous. It doesn't look like it even belongs in a country cemetery."
"Oh, it belongs. It's the final resting place of Rosa Maria Diaz, Ramon Diaz's mother."
"And Montalvo's wife's body was buried almost on top of it? Not very smart. The area around it must be the best-tended site in the cemetery. Not to mention the fact that Diaz must come there frequently."
"It was actually a very smart choice, according to Montalvo. The area isn't tended at all. Diaz hated his mother. He's rumored to have caused her demise. She turned him in once to the police when he was just starting out."