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You want the skull? Its right here. He slipped deeper into the woods. God, it was all coming back. Hunt, find, kill. The only difference was the light. Most operations took place at night. Take it from me.
Fiske was close. Joe could smell the faintest odor of garlic and toothpaste.
Where was the scent coming from? Right and a little to the rear. Too little. Too close. Move faster.
Distance.
Silence.
Speed.
The scent was weaker now. He had a little time.
Come on, Fiske. Step into my parlor.
Where the hell was the bastard? Fiske wondered in ir-ritation. It was like following a ghost.
He stopped behind some shrubs, listening, his gaze traveling around the circle of trees.
No sound.
Dammit, Qui
Over here.
Fiskes gaze flew to the left.
The leather skull case, sitting beneath an oak tree fifty feet away.
A trap.
Did Qui
But where was Qui
The faintest movement.
Shrubbery to the left.
Wait. Be sure. Move closer.
If he shot, hed give away his own position.
The leaves were stirring.
He caught a glimpse of pale blue denim.
Then it was gone.
But the bushes were moving.
Qui
He moved another step closer. He raised his gun, waiting for the next rustle to the right.
But the next rustle came from the left, far to the left.
He whirled and pointed his gun.
Logan. And the Duncan woman.
His finger tightened on the trigger.
No. The yell came from above him. He looked up and saw that Qui
Fiske swiveled and got off a shot even as Qui
Another shot.
Bastard. Qui
But he hadnt won. Fiske had won, as he always did. He could feel Qui
Another name to cross off his list.
But first he had to get the body off him. Logan was ru
Why couldnt he move?
Pain. Chest.
Not only Qui
The second shot.
He had failed, he had failed, he had failed, he had failed.
Darkness coming. Horror coming.
He screamed.
Fiske was dead when Logan pulled him off Joes body.
Mother of God.
Eve fell to her knees beside Joe. His chesthellip; blood.
Is he alive? Logan asked.
She could see the faintest throbbing in his temple. Yes. Call 911. Quick.
She was barely aware of Logan reaching for his phone and moving away. Her gaze was fixed on Joes face.
Dont you dare die. Do you hear me, Joe? I wont have it. She pulled up his T-shirt. Where was the denim shirt hed been wearing? she won-dered vaguely. Pressure. You were supposed to apply pressure.
His lids opened. Fiske?
Dead. She placed her hand on his chest above the wound and pressed hard. You shouldnt have done it.
Hadto kill him.
I dont care that you killed him. You shouldnt have risked Who asked you to do that? Youre all the same. Gary and Logan and you. Think you can save Dont close your eyes. Youre not going anywhere.
He tried to smile. Ihellip; hope not.
How is he? Logan was kneeling beside her. He handed her a blue shirt, Joes shirt. Can you use this? I found it over there in the bushes. Qui
She quickly tore the shirt and used a piece of it as a pressure bandage. Did you call 911?
Yes, they should be here soon. We shouldnt be here when they do. I didnt mention this was a shooting, but the medics will notify the police the minute they see Qui
Get out Joe stopped. Cant help, Eve.
Im not going to leave you. She glared down at him. And you dont have the strength to sock me this time.
Stayhellip; background. Let Piltonhellip; He slumped sideways, unconscious.
God in heaven. She closed her eyes. Hes bad, Logan.
Hes not dead yet. He rose to his feet, turned, and knelt beside Fiske. Im going back to the cottage and tell Pilton to talk to the medics. When we hear the sirens Ill have Margaret come out here and stay with Qui
Why are you doing that?
Im removing identification. The harder we make it for the authorities to identify Fiske, the longer well have before Lisa Chadbourne finds out she has to replace him. He pulled out keys dan-gling from a National rental car key chain, and a wallet. He glanced at the drivers license and credit cards. Though hes done a pretty good job himself. Roy Smythehellip; He stuffed the wallet in his back pocket. After we leave, Ill have Margaret and Pilton find his rental car and clean it out before they hit the road.
She couldnt think about damage control just then. Im going with Joe to the hospital.
No, well follow him. He held up a hand to stop her protest. Dont argue. Unless you stay in the background, youll be picked up and shoved in jailif youre not shot on sight. He rose to his feet, adding sarcastically, Either way, you wont be able to hang over Qui
He saved your life, you son of a bitch, she said.
Who asked him to save my life? Im tired of the great Qui
What was wrong with him? He had no right to be angry with Joe. He spoke as if he
The wound was bleeding more heavily.
She pressed harder.
Dont you die, Joe.
Joe was taken to the emergency room at Gwin-nett General Hospital, twenty miles from the lake. Logan, Sandra, and Eve followed the ambulance in Logans car.
Ill go in and check on him. Sandra hopped out of the car. Park in the lot somewhere out of sight. Ill come out when I have some news.
I can do
Shut up, Eve, Sandra said firmly. Ive allowed myself to be pushed and prodded and stashed for days. Joes my friend too, and Im worried about him. Besides, he wouldnt thank me if I let you go in and be recognized. She strode quickly through the glass doors of the emergency room.
That seems to be that. Logan drove away and parked between two trucks that obscured any vision of the interior of the Taurus. I guess we wait.
Eve nodded wearily. But I have to do one more thing. She took out her phone and dialed Joes home phone number. Diane, this is Eve. I have to tell you something. Joe is The words stuck in her throat. Get it over with. Joes been hurt.
My God.
Itshellip; bad. Hes at Gwi
How bad?
I dont know. Hes been shot. Hes in the emer-gency room.
God damn you. Diane slammed down the phone in Eves ear.
She flinched.
Telling bad news is never pleasant, Logan said quietly.
She sounded as if she hates me. She moistened her lips. And who can blame her? Its my fault. I should never have let Joe
Ive never noticed him asking permission. I doubt if you could have stopped him.
I know him. I saw his face before we went into the cottage. I should have realized that he thought something was wrong.
May I point out that you were a little upset?
No. She leaned her head against the window. Hes dying, Logan.
We dont know that.
I know it. She whispered, Ihellip; love him, you know.
He looked away from her. Do you?
Yes. Hes like the father and brother I never had. I dont know what life would be like without Joe. Fu