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CHAPTER
1
SONDERVILLE, CALIFORNIA
Walsh watched the detectives and forensic team milling around the open grave, their flashlight beams lighting the darkness. Stay in the back of the crowd, he told himself. The rest of these locals were only curiosity seekers, and the cops were used to dealing with them. If he blended in and didn’t call attention to himself, no one would notice or remember him.
Damn kid. The girl had been buried for years and might never have been recovered if those Boy Scouts hadn’t chosen this area to set up camp. It must have been the recent rains that had washed away the top layers of dirt and revealed those old bones.
Or maybe not.
He remembered how strange that little girl had been, how he’d hated her before that final blow. And he’d heard there were weird stories about this wood where he’d buried her …
He felt a chill as he remembered those stories.
Forget it. They were just stories. He had come here to make sure that the report was true that the girl had been unearthed after all these years. He had carefully monitored the town and vineyards since the night she had been buried. Now that he was certain, he’d fade away for a while. He was good at fading away. He’d done it eight years ago, and no one had co
And no one must co
She had to remain unknown and lost, as she had been all these years. It was too dangerous to him for her to be anything but the heap of bones she’d become after he’d thrown her into that grave. He would have to keep monitoring the situation to be sure that threat didn’t become a reality.
It would be okay. Years had passed, life moved fast, no one would care about this child who had been lost so long …
LAKE COTTAGE
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
“You have a FedEx package,” Joe Qui
She nodded. “Yeah, Sonderville. Sheriff Nalchek called me last night and asked me to bump his reconstruction to the top of my list.” She made a face. “I almost told him to forget it. I’m swamped right now, and I don’t need any more pressure.”
“You’re always swamped.” Joe smiled teasingly. “You thrive on it. And it’s natural that you’re in demand. Everyone wants the world-famous forensic sculptor, Eve Duncan, to solve their problems.”
“Bullshit.” She went to the kitchen counter and picked up the coffee carafe. “There’s usually no urgency about putting a face on a skull that’s been buried for years anyway. It has to be done, but there’s no reason that I can’t do it in an orderly fashion. Every one of those children is important.”
“So why did you give in to Sheriff Nalchek?”
“I don’t know.” She poured her coffee and came back to Joe. “He wore me down. He sounded young and eager and full of the horror that only comes the first time that you realize that there are vicious people out there who can do monstrous things to i
“Like you.” Joe’s lips brushed her forehead. “Maybe he thinks he’s found a soul mate.”
“Oh, I’m dedicated. Enthusiastic?” She wearily shook her head. “Not now. I’m too tired. There have been too many children in my life who have been killed and thrown away. I’m not as enthusiastic as that young officer is. I’m only determined … and sad.”
“Sad?” Joe straightened and looked down at her. “Yes, I’m definitely feeling the sad part. But it’s not only about that skull in the box over there, is it?” His hand gently cupped her cheek. “Jane? I could have taken her to the airport. I thought you wanted to do it.”
“I did want to do it. It may be the last time we see her for a while. She’s off to new adventures and finding a life of her own.” She tried to steady her voice. “Just what we wanted for her. Look what happened when she came back from London to try to help me. She got shot and almost died. Now she’s well and going on with her life.” In her line of work, sometimes the evil came close to home. Most recently Jane had been one of the targets. Those weeks with her daughter, while she had been recuperating, had been strained and yet poignantly sweet. Jane had come to them when she was ten years old, and she had been more best friend than daughter to Eve. But that hadn’t changed the love that had bound them all these years. Now that Jane was out on her own and becoming a successful artist, it was terribly hard to adjust to the fact that most of the time she was thousands of miles away. “It’s exactly what she should be doing. What’s here for her? Hell, I’m a workaholic and always involved with a reconstruction. You’re a police detective who they tap to work cases that don’t give you normal hours either. It was just … difficult … to see her get on that plane.”
“And you didn’t let her see one bit of that pain,” Joe said quietly. “You smiled and sent her on her way.”
“That’s what every parent does. It always comes down to letting them go.”
“And more difficult for you than for others. First, you had to let go of Bo
“Not out, just away.” She made a face. “And evidently I couldn’t let go of Bo