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“Perhaps not. My daughter Bo
Silence. “I remember pain.” Her voice was suddenly panicky. “Not then. Not then. Before. Before. Not my head. Hands. Please don’t do it. It will take it away. Please don’t—”
“Je
“Are you crying, Eve? Why?” Je
She was crying, Eve realized. Two tears were ru
“I know.”
Her hand hesitated midway in the act of taking out another marker. “And do you know why I promised him?”
Sadness. “His friend, Ron. I told you it was going to keep on, Eve.”
She took out another marker. “Yes, you did. Was it the same man who killed—” She wasn’t going down that road again. “Do you know because of some supernatural instinct or because I know?”
“Because of you. I know what you know. I feel what you feel.” She added simply, “I like that, Eve. I don’t feel as lonely.”
Eve was touched, but she could see problems on the horizon. “Let’s hope it’s only until I finish this reconstruction. Then maybe we can find your parents.” She took out another marker. “I’d like that, Je
“Home…” Je
“Hush, now.” Eve’s brow was wrinkled with concentration. “I’ve got to fill in the depth for accuracy and then we’ll start to work together…”
CHAPTER
3
“Coffee.” Joe set her cup on the worktable beside her. “I don’t suppose I can talk you into eating supper?”
“No.” She took his hand and put it against her cheek. “Thanks. Sorry I’ve been antisocial.”
“That’s an understatement. You were working when I got up this morning, and you’re still at it this evening.” He kissed her on the forehead. He took a step back and studied the reconstruction. “And if I’m not mistaken, you’re approaching the final stages. That’s remarkable. I’ve never seen you work this fast.”
She rubbed the back of her aching neck. “It seemed the thing to do.”
“I can see why,” he said quietly. “When were you going to tell me there had been another death out there in California?”
Her gaze flew to his face. “I wasn’t keeping it from you. I was just so absorbed that I— How did you know?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on the doings of your Sheriff Nalchek on the Net. His attitude was unusual, and I don’t like unusual when it’s co
It shouldn’t have surprised her. Joe was always protective, and he hadn’t liked Nalchek’s persistence. “It’s clear he had a right to be concerned.”
“Clear to you. Perhaps clear to me. But not so clear to anyone else. Have you ever run across a cold case like this in which the murderer after eight years was still hovering, ready to leap on anyone investigating the crime?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not true.” She paused. “Nalchek had my dossier in that squad car, and he thinks that whoever killed Carstairs took photos of it.”
Joe went still. “There wasn’t any mention of that on the Net. And it’s something you should have told me.”
“I’m telling you now.” She inclined her head toward the reconstruction. “And that’s an excellent reason why I should get Je
“Yes.” His gaze was narrowed on her face. “And is that the only reason?”
“No.” She hadn’t wanted to go into this right now. It was too involved. She needed to get back to Je
“What? How?”
She had to smile. “Only you would accept the fact and just want to know the method.”
“You have me well trained.” He was still frowning. “I’ve been living with you and your visits from Bo
“I have no idea.” She held up her hand as he opened his lips to speak. “But she doesn’t want to do me any harm. I know it. She’s just bewildered and lonely. She’s not sure why she’s here.”
“Because you’re doing her damn reconstruction, and she needs you. Hell, we all need you.”
“She’s very strong, Joe. I guess I gave you the impression that she’s clinging, but I can feel how strong she is. I don’t believe she would have been able to reach me if she didn’t have that strength.”
“Good for her. I hope she’ll find her home and Nalchek finds her killer. But I want to be sure that you’re not damaged in the process.” He looked down at the reconstruction. “Finish her. Send her on her way.” He turned and headed for the door. “In the meantime, I’ll take a look around the woods and make sure that we don’t have any visitors.”
The door shut firmly behind him.
She shook her head as she stared after him. Joe was definitely on the alert and moving with his usual efficiency.
“He doesn’t want me here,” Je
“He doesn’t. He’s just cautious. When you care about someone, you always want to be sure that they’re safe. I’m sure your parents were like that with you.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember anyone’s being like him.”
She chuckled. “Because there is no one like him. He stands alone.”
“You feel … warm … toward him. Like standing before a fireplace and just toasting. It’s nice.”
“I feel many things toward him. And they’re all nice.” She thought about it. “Well, mostly nice. He’s very stubborn, and that can be a
“But it doesn’t stop the warmth.”
“No, it doesn’t stop that. Nothing stops that.” She turned toward the reconstruction. “Now be quiet while I get back to work.”
“Okay. I was just curious.”
And Je
“I don’t know if I’m a child anymore. Am I?”
If Je
“Waiting. I’ve been waiting…”
Waiting for what? To be brought home to the people she loved? To get justice for the terrible crime perpetrated against her? The words struck Eve as terribly sad, and again she had the urge to reach out and hold her.
Back off. Je