"You can't touch Jane. I'll kill you if you lay one hand on her."
"Ah, that frightened you, didn't it? I can always find a way to reach out and get what I want."
"You slimeball."
"You're making me angry. You don't want to do that. Stop what you're doing and go back to your country. Your daughter may survive if you do that right away. Though I don't promise. It's hard to stop when you've set a plan of action in motion." He hung up.
Eve's heart was beating so hard she couldn't get her breath. Her finger was trembling as she pressed the disconnect.
Bastard. Slimy son of a bitch.
Jane.
She dialed Jane's number again.
No answer. No voice mail.
Oh, God.
She hung up and ran to the door.
Miguel was coming toward her carrying a covered tray. "I've brought your food. I hope-"
"Get Montalvo," she said through her teeth. "I want to see him now."
Miguel took one look at her expression and set the tray on a chest beside the door. "At once. Is there anything I can do?"
"Just get Montalvo."
He turned and moved swiftly down the hall.
She tried Jane again.
Same result.
Let her be safe. Please, let her be safe.
"What's wrong?" Montalvo was hurrying down the hall toward her. "How can I help?"
"You said you'd protect my family. You promised me."
"Yes, I promised." His gaze was searching her face. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Oh, nothing. Except Diaz said that he was sending my daughter to one of his pet whorehouses."
He stiffened. "He phoned you?"
"Yes. Now tell me that my daughter is safe and that bastard is lying."
"She's safe. He's lying."
She stared him in the eye. "Now prove it. I can't reach her by phone."
He reached in his pocket and drew out his phone and dialed a number. "Montalvo. Let me speak to Jane MacGuire." He handed Eve the phone. "Proof."
"Eve?"
It was undoubtedly Jane's voice. Eve sagged back against the wall. "Thank God. Are you okay, Jane?"
"I'm fine. I'm getting a little stir-crazy. I wish you'd finish up that job and get back here."
"Where are you?"
"Some safe house in Tucson that Venable set up. It's pretty nice and they supplied me with canvases and paints to keep me occupied."
"Venable?"
"Didn't you know he was handling it?"
"No."
Silence. "Are you okay, Eve?"
"I was worried about you."
"I'm fine. But next time you take an internationally sensitive job, I want to go along. I'm bored silly."
"Sorry." She cleared her throat. "I'll be through here as soon as possible. I'll call you. Take care, Jane. I love you."
She hung up the phone and turned to Montalvo. "The CIA?"
He nodded. "I made a deal with them."
"What kind of deal?"
"I promised Venable I wouldn't sell weapons to a certain dictator on his hit list. He promised me they'd keep your daughter and mother safe. Would you like to call your mother? She's in a safe house in Griffin, Georgia."
"How did Venable persuade them to go underground?"
"They love you. He told them it would be safer for you if they were safe."
"How long have they been in safe houses?"
"Since the night Quinn and you were shot. I decided it would be better to take precautions."
"Why the CIA?"
"You'd trust them. Your daughter and mother would trust them." He shrugged. "I don't particularly trust them, but I have my own people watching the houses. And I do trust them."
"Why couldn't I reach her cell phone?"
"Venable didn't want to risk having her phone traced. I'll give you the number of the safe house. Satisfied?"
She nodded slowly. "I was frightened."
His lips tightened. "That's what Diaz wanted. What else did he say?"
"That if I didn't stop working on the reconstruction, he'd make sure I shared a grave with Nalia Armandariz. After suitable pain and degradation, of course."
"Of course." His gaze narrowed on her face. "That's enough to frighten anyone. Did he convince you?"
"He convinced me that I'd better finish this job quickly. I want that son of a bitch to go down. He's threatening people I love." She turned and started back into the library. "Now leave me alone so that I can start to work."
"In a moment." He picked up the tray Miguel had shoved hurriedly on the chest and carried it into the library. He set it on the table by the leather couch. "Miguel was very upset when you summoned me with such grimness. He'll feel much better if he picks up an empty tray a little later. Won't you oblige him?"
She nodded. "I told you, I'll eat. I'll take care of myself. It's part of the job."
He smiled faintly. "See that you do that part as well as you do the reconstruction." He turned toward the door. "Call me if you need me."
She sat down and took the cover off the tray. "I believe I've demonstrated I'm not in the least hesitant about that."
She heard him chuckle as he left the library.
11
"We can't find Jane MacGuire," Nekmon said when he came into the office. "She disappeared from her hotel in Phoenix a few nights ago."
Diaz muttered a curse. The response he'd gotten from Eve Duncan last night on the threat to her adopted daughter had been the strongest lead he'd had. Montalvo had probably known of that weakness and hurried to reinforce his position. "Find her."
"We're looking." Nekmon paused. "Sendak is here."
"He brought it?" Diaz asked.
"He says he has." Nekmon shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't verify."
Diaz smiled maliciously. "Coward."
"Shall I send him in?"
"By all means." He leaned back in his chair with a tingle of anticipation. Jane MacGuire wasn't the only arrow to his bow. Eve Duncan was sitting behind those high walls thinking she was safe. She would never be safe.
Montalvo would learn Diaz wasn't to be stopped.
The next evening Galen met Eve in the hall when she was going upstairs to shower and have dinner before she came back down to work.
"You've emerged from your cave at last," he said. "Miguel hasn't let anyone in to see you all day."
"I didn't tell him to do that. But I'm grateful that I wasn't interrupted. It's essential that I concentrate to get all the measurements exactly right."
"Have you seen Quinn today?"
"No." She looked away from him. "We agreed to disagree and I don't feel welcome to just drop in. I checked with Miguel and he said he had a good night."
Galen gave a low whistle. "I thought that Quinn had been prodded to move at top speed."
"Is he?"
"He was on his feet this morning and again this afternoon. Before dinner he sat in the chair by his window quizzing me on the details of Diaz's setup."
"And you told him?"
"He'd find out with or without me. I'd rather he have accurate information."
So would Eve, but the news that Joe was beginning to move at his customary top speed was filling her with panic. "How long do I have?"
"With any other man I'd say maybe four days. With Quinn…" He shrugged. "Like I said, he's motivated. How's the reconstruction coming?"
"Not fast enough, evidently. I'll have to put in longer hours."
"It sounds to me as if you're overdoing it now. How much sleep did you get last night?"
"I don't know. Four, maybe five hours. Enough."
"You said you had to be absolutely accurate. You have to have a clear head for-"