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  He held her tightly for a minute and then pushed her back and dusted a kiss over the bridge of her nose. "You have a few freckles. Have you been using your sunscreen?"

  Protective. Bossy. Caring. Two minutes, and they were back where they were when she’d left him all those months before. She grinned up at him as she adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses.

  "Of course, but it’s hard not to get a little sun here."

  He looked her up and down. "You’re like a beachcomber in those shorts." He tilted his head.

  "And relaxed. Not totally relaxed but not wound up tight as you were the last time I saw you.

  Logan’s been taking good care of you."

  She nodded. "He’s been very kind to me."

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  "And what else?"

  "Don’t be so nosy. It’s none of your business.”

  “That means you’re sleeping with him.”

  “I didn’t say that. But what if I am?"

  He shrugged. "Nothing. You were in pretty bad shape after what you went through with that last reconstruction. It’s entirely natural for you to have drawn close to Logan. A billionaire who whisked you away from the media to his own island in the South Pacific. I’d be surprised if you hadn’t fallen into his bed and even more surprised if he hadn’t made sure you did."

  "I don’t fall into anyone’s bed. I make a choice." She shook her head. "Now, stop picking at Logan. You always were like pit bulls with each other." She led him toward the Jeep. "And he’s going to be your host while you’re here, so you might as well be civil."

  "Maybe."

  "Joe."

  He smiled. "I’ll try."

  She breathed a sigh of relief. "Did you see Mom before you left?”

  “Yes, she sent you her best. She misses you."

  Eve wrinkled her nose. "Not much. She’s too involved with Ron. Did she tell you they’re going to be married in a few months?" He nodded. "How do you feel about that?"

  "How do you expect me to feel? I couldn’t be happier for her. Ron’s a nice guy and Mom deserves a good relationship. She’s had a rough life." That was an understatement. Her mother had grown up in the slums, been addicted to crack for years, and when she was fifteen had brought Eve into the same nightmare world. "It’s good she has someone. She’s always needed people, and I’ve always been too busy to give her the attention she should have."

  "You did your best. You were always more like a mother than a daughter to her.”

  “For a long time I was too bitter to do her much good. It was only after Bonnie came that we managed to bridge the gulf." Bonnie. When her daughter had been born, she had changed everything, transformed Eve’s whole world and everyone in it. "It will be better for Mom now."

  "And what about you? She’s all you have."

  Eve started the Jeep. "I have my work." She smiled at him. "And I have you, when you’re not yelling at me."

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  "I notice you didn’t say Logan. Good."

  "Were you trying to trap me? I care very much for Logan.”

  “But he hasn’t got you sealed and delivered." Joe nodded with satisfaction. "I didn’t think he could do it."

  "If you don’t stop talking about Logan, I’ll dump you beside the road and let you hitchhike back to Tahiti."

  "I’d have a tough time. No boats land on this island.”

  “Exactly."

  "Okay. Since you have me at a disadvantage."

  Yeah, sure. Joe at a disadvantage was a rare phenomenon. "How’s Diane?”

  “Fine." He paused. "I haven’t seen much of her lately."

  "A cop’s wife was a hell of a life. Another rough case?"

  "The roughest." He gazed out at the sea. "But I wouldn’t have seen her anyway. Our divorce was final three months ago."

  "What?" Shock rippled through Eve. "Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “There wasn’t much to tell. Diane never really became accustomed to being a cop’s wife. She’ll be happier now."

  "Why didn’t Mom say anything to me?"

  "I asked her not to worry you. You were supposed to be relaxing.”

  “Oh, God, I’m sorry, Joe." She was silent a moment. "Was it my fault?”

  “How could it be your fault?"

  "You were my friend, you helped me. For God’s sake, I got you shot. You were almost killed. I know she was angry with me."

  He didn’t deny it. "It would have happened anyway. We should never have gotten married. It was a mistake." He changed the subject. "What kind of work have you been doing since you’ve been here?"

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  of him later. "I haven’t had much work. Principally superimpositions and age progressions. A few reconstruction cases the LAPD sent me." She made a face. "I soon discovered that most agencies prefer a forensic sculptor on the same continent. I’m pretty inaccessible here. I’ve actually done some regular sculpting to keep myself busy."

  "Satisfying?"

  "In a way."

  “Not a good way?”

  “It feels… strange."

  "Most people would say that working on skulls is a little strange. What does Logan say?"

  "Logan thinks regular sculpting is healthy for me. He’s probably right.”

  “Does it feel healthy?"

  "No, there’s something… missing.”

  “Purpose."

  She was not surprised Joe understood. He understood everything about her. "It’s the lost ones.

  I could be doing more to help the lost ones come home. Logan says I need to distance myself.

  He thinks I should walk away, that it’s the worst possible career for me to have."

  "And what do you say to him?"

  "To mind his own business." She grimaced. "Just like I tell you. I wish you’d both realize I’m going to do what I want to do regardless of what either of you think."

  Joe laughed. "I never had any doubt about that. I doubt if Logan does either. Are you going to let me see your work? I’ve never seen you sculpt anything but skulls."

  "Later maybe." She gave him a hard stare. "If you’re decent to Logan." She turned into the driveway leading up to the large white plantation house. "He’s been terrific to me. I won’t have you abusing his hospitality."

  "Nice house. Where do you work?"

  "Logan had a lab built for me on the beach beside the house. Stop trying to change the subject.

  Are you going to be nice to Logan?"

  "You’re very defensive. As I remember, Logan can take care of himself.”

  “I always defend my friends."

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  "Just friends?" His gaze narrowed on her face. "Not lovers?" She looked away from him. "Lovers can be friends. Stop probing, Joe.”

  “Does it make you uneasy? Or are you already uneasy? Is he pushing too hard?”

  “No, you’re pushing too hard." She parked in front of the house and jumped out.

  "Back off."

  "No problem. I think I’ve got my answer." He took his suitcase out of the backseat. "I’ll be much less abrasive once I have a shower. Do you want me to face Logan now, or do you want to show me where to lay my weary head?"

  Less abrasive was definitely better. "You can join us later for dinner.”

  “If I’m supposed to dress for dinner, you’ll have to send me to the kitchen. I brought only this one suitcase."

  "Are you nuts? You know I don’t live like that. I change a couple of times a day only because it’s so hot here."

  "You never know. You’re running in fast company these days.”

  “Logan isn’t fast company. Well, not here on
the island. We live as casually as I did in Atlanta."

  "Very smart of Logan."

  "He works hard too. He does as much here as he did when he was in the States. He likes to relax when he gets the chance." She stopped at the front door. "Why have you come, Joe? Are you on vacation?"

  "No, not exactly."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, the department does owe me a few weeks. I’ve worked a lot of overtime while you’ve been here basking in tropical bliss."

  "Then why do you say you’re not ‘exactly’ here on vacation? Why did you come, Joe?"

  "To see you.”

  “No, why now?"

  He smiled. "To bring you home, Eve."

  turned away from the window as she came into the study. "Where is he?"

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  "I showed him to his room. You’ll see him at dinner." She wrinkled her nose. "I know you can hardly wait."

  "Bastard."

  She sighed. Having to strike a balance between these two men she cared about was irritating. "I could have met him in Tahiti. You promised you’d be nice to him."

  "As nice as he is to me." Logan held out his hand to her. "Come here, I need to touch you."

  She moved across the room and took his hand. "Why?"

  He didn’t answer. "We both know why he’s here. Has he talked to you yet?”

  “He said only that he came to bring me home."

  He cursed. "And what did you answer?”

  “I didn’t."

  "You can’t go, dammit. You’ll just fall back into that dark hole where I found you."

  "It wasn’t so dark. I had work. I had purpose. You never understood that, Logan.”

  “I understand that I’m going to lose you." His hand tightened on hers. "You’ve been happy here, haven’t you? Happy with me?"

  "Yes."

  "Then don’t let it happen. Don’t listen to that damn Pied Piper." She stared at him helplessly.

  Dear heaven, she didn’t want to hurt him. Tough, smart, charismatic John Logan, corporate giant and businessman extraordinaire. She’d never dreamed he’d be this vulnerable. "My staying here was not supposed to be a permanent arrangement."

  "I want it permanent. I never intended anything else.”

  “You never told me."

  "Because I had to walk on eggshells or you’d have run away. I’m telling you now."

  She wished he hadn’t. It made her decision more difficult. "We’ll talk about it later."

  "You’ve already made up your mind."

  "No." She had grown accustomed to this lovely, tranquil place. She had grown used to Logan.

  These had been days of tenderness, affection, and peace. If she also felt restlessness, wouldn’t it eventually go away? "I’m not sure."

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  "He’s going to try to make you sure."

  "I make my own decisions. He won’t pressure me."

  "No, he’s too smart. He knows you too well. That doesn’t mean he won’t use everything he can to make you go back. Don’t listen to him."

  "I have to listen to him. He’s my best friend."

  "Is he?" He gently touched her cheek. "Then why is he drawing you into a world that could destroy you? How long can you deal with skulls and murder without having a breakdown?"

  "Someone has to do it. I can bring closure to a lot of parents who are still searching for their children."

  "Then let someone else do it. You’re too close."

  “Because of Bonnie? She only makes me better at what I do. She makes me work harder for those other parents who also want to bring their children home."

  "It makes you a damn workaholic."

  She grimaced. "Not on this island. I don’t have enough to do.”

  “Is that the problem? We can go back to the States. We’ll go to my place in Monterey."

  "We’ll talk about it later," she repeated.

  "Okay." He kissed her hard and sweet. "I just wanted to get in my innings before Quinn. You have options. If you don’t like the ones I’ve given you, we’ll find others."

  She hugged him. "I’ll see you at dinner."

  "Think about it, Eve."

  She nodded and left the room. How could she not think about it? She cared about Logan. Did she love him? What was love? she wondered. She didn’t know much about man-woman love.

  She had thought she loved Bonnie’s father, but she’d been only fifteen; later she’d recognized her feelings for him as passion and a need for comfort in a rough world. She’d had a few other encounters, but they’d been unimportant, fading immediately into the shadow of her work.

  Logan was not unimportant, and he’d fight being overshadowed by anyone or anything. He could rouse her to passion and he was kind and caring. She would be sad if he disappeared from her life. Surely that could be love.

  She didn’t want to analyze anything now. After she talked to Joe would be soon enough. She’d go down to her lab and work for a while on that age-progression photo of Libby Crandall, who’d been kidnapped at age eight by her father.

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  She moved down the hallway toward the French doors that led to her lab. Sunny. Everything was sunny and bright and clean on this island. That’s how Logan wanted to keep her life, always in sunlight, away from the darkness. Why not let him? Let the pain fade. Let the memory of Bonnie slip away. Let someone else help all the other children who were lost out there.

  Not possible. Never. Bonnie and the lost ones were woven into the fabric of her life and her dreams. They were a big part of who she was, maybe the best part. Logan knew her so well, it seemed impossible he’d never accepted the truth about her.

  That she belonged in the darkness.

  PHOENIX, ARIZONA Darkness.

  Dom had always liked the night. Not because it was concealing but because of the excitement of the unknown. Nothing appeared the same at night, and yet for him everything became so much clearer. Wasn’t there something by Saint-Exupréy about that?

  Oh, yes, he remembered…

  When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

  He was never fragmented, but night did make him feel calm and strong. Soon the calmness would be gone, but the strength would sing through him like a thousandvoice choir.

  Choir. He smiled as he realized how one thought led to another. He straightened in the driver’s seat. She was coming out of the house. He had chosen her carefully for difficulty; he was sure she would be more stimulating than the last prostitute. Debby Jordan, blond, thirty-one, married, mother of two. She was treasurer of the PTA, had a nice soprano voice, and belonged to the Hill Street Methodist Church choir. She was going to choir practice now. She would never get there.

  TWO

  Joe and Logan were polite during dinner, but Eve could sense the antagonism between them.

  She hated it. She liked everything honest and clear. Watching them was like watching two icebergs drift toward each other and never knowing when they would collide because there was so much hidden beneath the surface.

  She couldn’t stand it. To hell with dessert.

  She jumped to her feet. "Come on, Joe. Let’s go for a walk.”

  “I’m not invited?" Logan murmured. "How rude, and we haven’t finished dinner."

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  "I’m finished." Joe stood up and threw down his napkin. "And, no, you’re not invited."

  "Oh, well, I’d only be bored. I think I’ve guessed what you’re going to say to Eve." He leaned back in his chair. "Go ahead. Do what you came to do. I’ll talk to her when she gets back."

  "You wouldn’t be bored." Joe strode toward the door. "Hell, you’re scared shitless."r />
  Eve hurried after him into the hall. "Dammit, did you have to say that?”

  “Yes." He smiled. "It had to come out. I’ve been too nice all evening. It was giving me indigestion."

  "You’re in his house."

  "That gives me a bellyache too." He headed for the French doors. "Let’s go walk on the beach."

  She would be glad to get out of the house too. The tension was so thick, she couldn’t breathe.

  She kicked off her shoes as soon as they reached the terrace and watched Joe take off his shoes and socks and roll up his pant legs. It reminded her of the last time she’d seen him on his speedboat, bare-chested, khakis rolled up to his calves, laughing over his shoulder at Eve and Diane as he weaved the boat across the lake. "Do you still have the lake cottage?"

  He nodded. "But I gave the Buckhead house to Diane as part of the settlement.”

  “Where do you live now?"

  "An apartment near the precinct." He followed her down the path toward the beach. "It’s fine.

  I’m not there much anyway."

  "I can tell." Her feet sunk into the cool, soft sand. This was better. The sound of the surf was calming, and being alone with Joe was soothing too. They knew each other so well, it was almost like being by herself. Well, not really. Joe never let her forget who and what he was. It was just that they… meshed. "You’re not taking care of yourself. You look tired."

  "It’s been a rough week." He fell into step with her and walked in silence for a few moments.

  "Did you mother tell you about Talladega?"

  "What?"

  "I didn’t think she would. It’s all over the newspapers but she wouldn’t want to tell you anything that might jar you away from here."

  She stiffened. "What’s happened?"

  "Nine skeletons were found on the bluff near the falls. One of them is a little girl. Caucasian."

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  "How… little?”

  “Seven or eight."

  She drew a deep breath. "How long has she been buried?"

  "The first estimate is between eight and twelve years." He paused. "It may not be Bonnie, Eve.

  The other skeletons are adults, and, as far as we know, Fraser killed only children."

  "As far as we know. He wouldn’t tell us anything." Her voice was uneven. "The bastard only smiled and wouldn’t tell us anything. He told us he buried her and then wouldn’t tell us a damn—"