Hunting Eve

Then, the next second, Eve was gone.

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EVE STARTED RUNNING,CUTTING back into the forest to where she’d seen the beam of Doane’s flashlight.

The shrubs were wet, and she was soaked in seconds.

A light shining bright in the darkness.

The light was on her, targeting her.

She braced herself, standing there like a deer caught in the headlight. Then she turned and started ru

Keep away from the mine shaft.

Had Doane caught sight of her? She’d thought that the beam had zeroed in on her long enough.

Just in case, make as much noise as she could to draw attention.

But the thunder that had been her friend was suddenly her enemy. How could you hear the sound of footsteps and crash of vegetation with that rumbling all around them?

But it didn’t matter. Doane had seen her!

She could hear him cursing behind her. He must be close for her to hear him so clearly.

She glanced over her shoulder and her heart jumped in her breast.

Oh, yes, very close.

Should she pull out the knife? She jumped over a fallen tree stump and ran down the overgrown trail. If he caught up with her, she’d be ready for him.

“You won’t win … Not like this.”

Zander’s words were still ringing in her ears. He was right, of course, especially if Doane now had a laser-sighted rifle aimed at her back.

She glanced back. She couldn’t see him, but she could hear the stomping of his rubber-soled boots and the jangling of keys on his belt. At least, she had drawn him away from Zander.

Now she just had to save her own neck.

“Give up, Eve,” Doane called out behind her. “You’d never have lit that fire if you hadn’t been exhausted. It’s the end for you tonight.”

She became aware of another sound. It was water, babbling and slapping over rocks. She turned toward a cluster of trees to her left.

A stream.

She bolted toward it.

She ran through dozens of outstretched branches, clawing at her face, her clothes, her hair. Just another few feet …

Doane’s voice behind her, even closer this time. “You have to finish what you started. He’s waiting for you.”

She leaped into the stream and gasped as a million icy razors cut into her. The frigid water immediately took her breath away and slowed her movements. What was she thinking?

That he’d be crazy to follow her.

She dove to the shallow bottom and swam as far and fast as she could without breaking the surface. Doane was undoubtedly ru

She let the stream carry her along, moving faster than she ever could under her own power.

And, hopefully, faster than Doane, she thought desperately.

She swam until she felt that her lungs were about to burst. In one fluid motion, she broke the surface, hungrily gulped the air, then dove back under. Had he seen her?

It didn’t matter. The current was picking up.

She could do this.

A bullet tore into the water only a foot from her head.

“The next bullet will be aimed much closer,” Doane shouted from the bank. “Do you think you can swim faster than a bullet, Eve?”

No, and the stream was so narrow it would make it easy for him to see her in the water.

Get out.

Take to the woods again.

She waited until she rounded the next curve, then left the stream and crossed to the other side. The trail was growing rougher and more overgrown here. She hoped she wasn’t circling back toward Zander. She was so cold and tired, she was disoriented. Go deeper, toward the trail leading to the factory.

“Stop,” he called. “Can’t you see it’s over?”

He might be right. He could be going to catch her, she realized in despair.

She might be able to fend him off once he brought her down. She had a weapon now.

But that weapon would let Doane know that someone had been here and tried to help her.

And so would this vest she was wearing.

Protect Zander.

Don’t let Doane go back and shoot him while he was helpless in that mine shaft.

Fight the common enemy.

At a turn in the trail she instinctively shrugged out of the vest and threw it deep into the bushes.

Keep ru

Run.

Faster.

“Bitch!” Doane shouted. “I told you I’d blow your kneecaps out. I’ll do it, Eve.”

But he wouldn’t do it unless he had to do it, in spite of his threat. She would be an encumbrance crippled.

Lead him away from Zander.

The bushes were scratching her arms and face as she tore into the forest.

But she’d lost time by making the turn, and Doane was even closer now.

Darkness.

Trees.

The sound of Doane’s harsh breathing behind her.

Keep ru

Too late.

He was on her, taking her down!

She rolled over, kneeing him in the groin.

He grunted in pain.

While her leg was raised, she reached down and felt desperately for the hilt of the knife.

“Bitch.” Her head rang as Doane slapped her.

She had the knife out.

“What the—” His hand brutally grasped her wrist and twisted it. The knife fell from her grasp.

He grabbed it and pressed the blade against her throat. “Move, and I’ll slice you to pieces.”

She froze.

“Now get up … slowly.”

She got to her knees.

He stood up and towered over her. His gaze went to the knife in his hand.

“Where did you get the knife, you little viper?”

Think.

He slapped her again. “Where?”

“In an old, dilapidated hunter’s blind about ten miles from here. There was a backpack and the knife and some spoiled food packs. I thought you and Kevin might have left them when you were up here hunting.”

He shook his head.

“I was just glad to find the knife.” She glared at him. “I was going to skewer you, Doane.”

“I’m sure you would. You’re as bloodthirsty as your father.”

“I have no father. That crazy story was a figment of your imagination.”

“We shall see.” He jerked her to her feet. “I can hardly wait to introduce you to him. I’m even more eager to watch his expression when I put a bullet in your head.”

“He wouldn’t care any more than I would to watch you kill Zander. Your plan is stupid, Doane. You’re stupid.”

“You’re trying to make me angry. Do you want to die? Are you tired of the chase?” He pushed her ahead of him through the bushes. “Well, the chase is over. Now we get down to business. But first, we go get my Kevin. You wanted me to go down after him? No way. You’ll go down the side of that abyss where you threw him and bring him home. That’s what you call what you do to those skulls that you reconstruct, isn’t it? Well, you’re going to bring Kevin home.” He pushed her forward again. “And then you’re going to give him back to me just the way he was.”

He wasn’t going back in the direction from which they’d come, she realized with relief. Keep him distracted. “If his skull is still in one piece. It’s raining hard right now, and that will mean my work will take a big hit. You should have gone down that slope right after I threw it over. You might have had a chance of retrieving it. I’ve seen what the wolves do to carrion since I’ve been on the run.”

“If he’s been damaged, I’ll stake you out, and those wolves can have you for di

Vancouver

JOE DISABLED THE SECURITY alarm on the rear side of the palatial mansion and moved silently across the verandah to the French doors. It appeared Zander was very careful and extremely high-tech. It had taken Joe almost thirty minutes to disable the exterior alarm.