Jane didn't look at her. “Okay.”
The child was still covered with blood, Eve realized suddenly. She should do something about it.
Not now. Neither of them was in any shape to do anything but sit there. She leaned her head against the newel post next to her. She couldn't get the memory of dead eyes out of her mind. Fay Sugarton had been a good woman, trying to do her best. She didn't deserve—
“I lied.” Jane was still looking straight ahead. “I think . . . I liked her.”
“So did I.”
Jane fell silent again.
BARBARA EISLEY PULLED up at the curb at the same time as the first police squad car.
The officers poured into the house, but Barbara Eisley stopped before Jane. Her expression was amazingly gentle as she spoke to the child. “Do you remember me, Jane? I'm Ms. Eisley.”
Jane stared at her without expression. “I remember you.”
“You can't stay here any longer.”
“I know.”
“I've come to take you away. Where are Chang and Raoul?”
“School. Basketball practice.”
“I'll send someone for them.” She held out her hand. “Come with me. We'll get you cleaned up and then we'll talk.”
“I don't want to talk.” Jane stood and walked to the car at the curb.
“Where are you taking her?” Eve asked.
“The Child and Family Services holding facility.”
“How safe is it?”
“It has security and she'll be surrounded by other children.”
“I think you should let us take—”
“Bullshit.” Barbara Eisley whirled on her, her tone as hard now as it had been gentle before. “She's my responsibility and none of you are going to touch her. I should never have become involved in this mess. The newspapers and politicians are going to come down on me like a ton of bricks.”
“We have to keep her safe. Ms. Sugarton wasn't the target. She probably just got in the way.”
“And you weren't able to help her, were you?” Barbara Eisley's eyes bored into her. “Fay Sugarton was a decent woman, an extraordinary woman who helped dozens of kids. She shouldn't have died. She might be alive now if I hadn't given you that—”
“And Jane might be dead.”
“I should have kept out of it and that's what I'm doing from now on. Stay clear of me and stay away from Jane MacGuire.” She turned on her heel and walked to the car.
Eve watched helplessly as it pulled away from the curb. Jane was sitting up straight in the passenger seat, but she looked terribly small and fragile.
“It was the only thing to do.”
She turned to see Joe standing in the doorway. “I was hoping we could get her away before anyone showed up from Family Services.”
He shook his head. “I called Eisley.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Child and Family Services always has to be involved in cases like this. They serve to protect the children from the media and police interrogation. They'll take the heat off Jane.”
“We could have protected her.”
“Would she have let us? We're strangers to her. At the welfare facility she'll be surrounded by kids and staff. She'll be much safer, and we can still keep an eye on her.”
Eve was still uneasy. “I wish you hadn't . . .”
“She may be a material witness in a murder case, Eve. Did she talk to you?”
Eve shook her head.
“Then I'll have to see her later tonight.”
“Can't you leave her—” Of course he couldn't leave Jane alone. She might have seen something. “Barbara Eisley may not let you talk to her. She's not pleased with us.”
“Sometimes it helps to have a badge.” He pulled her to her feet. “Come on. I'll drive you home. Forensics will be here any minute. I'll have to come back, but you don't need to be here.”
“I'll wait for you.”
“No, you won't. I may be here hours and the media will be right behind the forensic team.” He nudged her down the steps. “I called Charlie. He's at the lobby of my apartment building now and will keep an eye on you until I get there.” He opened the car door for her. “As soon as you're inside the apartment, call Spiro and Mark and tell them what happened.”
She nodded. “And maybe I'll call Barbara Eisley and see if I can talk her into seeing me again.”
“Give it a rest, Eve. Let her cool off.”
She shook her head. She couldn't forget her last glimpse of Jane MacGuire, sitting ramrod straight, afraid she'd break if she lowered her defenses.
Dom could break her and butcher her. How close had Jane come to Dom in the kitchen?
Panic rose inside Eve at the thought. Smother it. The immediate danger to Jane was over.
The hell it was. “I'm calling Barbara Eisley as soon as I get to the apartment.”
“NO,” BARBARA EISLEY said coldly. “Don't make me repeat myself again, Ms. Duncan. Jane stays in our custody. Come near her and I'll have you tossed in jail.”
“You don't understand. Dom killed Fay Sugarton in broad daylight. He managed to get inside her house and then he cut her throat right in her own kitchen. What's to stop him from doing the same thing to Jane at the welfare house?”
“The fact that every day we deal with abusive parents and mothers on crack and heroin who want their children back. We know what we're doing. The location of the holding facility is confidential. And even if he found out where it is, no one's going to get past our security.”
“You've never had to deal with—”
“Good-bye, Ms. Duncan.”
“Wait. How is she?”
“Not good. But she'll get better. I'll send her to the therapist tomorrow morning.” She hung up.
Eve remembered those therapists. Sitting there probing with their questions and then trying to hide their resentment when they couldn't get through to her. Jane would chew them up and spit them out just as Eve had when she was a child.
“No luck?”
She turned to Charlie, who was sitting across the room. “No luck. I'll try again tomorrow morning.”
“You're persistent.”
“Persistence is the only weapon I have with Eisley. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.” Dear God, she hoped it worked this time. “Have you heard anything from the agent Spiro sent to Phoenix?”
“Not much, only that their PD is cooperating. I wish Spiro had let me go.” He smiled. “Not that I'm not enjoying the company. It's just that I joined the FBI for more challenging work than guard duty. Although the subject does have me running all over Georgia to keep her under surveillance.”
“Sorry. Coffee? I'm afraid there's no food in the refrigerator.”
“I saw a Thai restaurant around the corner that delivers.” Charlie pulled out his phone. “What do you want?”
She wasn't hungry, but she supposed she should eat something. “Anything with noodles, I guess. And get something to put in the refrigerator for Joe. He never stops to eat.”
“Okay.”
She picked up her purse and headed for the bedroom. “I need to call Spiro.”
“No, you don't. I already did that after Joe phoned me. He swore like a trooper and said he's on his way.”
She closed the bedroom door and leaned back against it.
She should call Mark, but she needed a little time to recover. She still felt sick about Fay Sugarton. Barbara Eisley couldn't be blamed for being angry.
She went to the window and looked down at the park across the street. It was dark now and the street lamps cast pools of light on the trees. The night shadows seemed threatening.
Are you down there, Dom? Are you watching, you bastard?
Her digital phone rang.
Joe? Spiro?
Her phone rang again.
She pulled it out of her purse. “Hello.”
“How are you getting along with little Janie?”
“You son of a bitch.”
“I was sorry I couldn't stay around to see your meeting, but the timing was a little tight. I didn't even get a chance to see the kid at close quarters.”
“So you killed Fay Sugarton instead.”
“You make me sound like a blunderer. There was no ‘instead' about it. I had no intention of killing the child yet. Fay Sugarton was the target.”
“For God's sake, why?”
“You and Jane couldn't bond while Sugarton was around. So she had to be taken out of the way. How do you like our little girl?”
“I don't. She tried to brain me with a baseball bat.”
“That wouldn't deter you. You probably admire her spirit. I don't think I could have chosen better.”
“You made a lousy choice. She's nothing like Bonnie.”
“She'll begin to grow on you.”
“She won't have the chance. It won't work. She's not with me.”
“I know. We'll have to take care of that, won't we? It's not what I had in mind at all. Go get her from welfare, Eve.”
“It's impossible.”
“She has to be with you. You'll have to find a way to make that happen.”
“You're not listening. They'll toss me in jail if I even go near her.”
A silence. “Perhaps I'm not making myself clear. Either get her out of that welfare house or I'll go in after her. I'll give you twenty-four hours.”
Panic soared through Eve. “I don't even know where she is.”
“Find out. Think about it. You have contacts. There's always a way. I'd find a way.”
“There's security. You'd never get near her. They'd catch you.”
“I'd get near her. All it would take is one careless moment, one bored or disgruntled employee.”
“I don't care anything about that child. I could never feel the slightest affection for—”
“Yes, you could. You just have to get to know her. You've spent years trying to protect and find children you never knew. Now I've given you one of your own. The potential is mind-boggling.”
“I'm calling the police as soon as I hang up.”
“And seal Jane's fate? It would, you know. I'd never stop trying. If I can't find a way to do it right now, I'll wait. A week, a month, a year. It's amazing how the passing of time makes everything easier for me. People forget, people lower their guard . . . and you wouldn't be close enough to her to stop me. Twenty-four hours, Eve.” He hung up.
He was crazy, Eve thought. Eisley had said no one could get into that welfare facility.
But Eve herself had doubted it.
All it would take is one careless moment, one bored or disgruntled employee.
Wasn't that what Eve had been afraid of all along? Wasn't that why she had been urging Eisley to let her take Jane?
Her throat tightened as fear raced through her. He would do it. Christ, he would find a way to kill Jane if she didn't get her out of the facility.
She only had twenty-four hours.
Joe. She had to call Joe.
She was halfway through his number when she hung up. What was she doing? Was she really going to ask him to compromise his job by kidnapping a child from under the nose of welfare?
But she needed him.
So what? Stop being a selfish bitch and do what has to be done yourself.
How? She didn't even know where Jane was.
You have contacts. There's always a way. I'd find a way.
She started punching a phone number.
Mark Grunard answered on the second ring. He wasn't pleased. “Nice of you to let me know about Fay Sugarton. I got to her house along with half the newsmen in the city.”
“I meant to call you. Things happened.”
“That wasn't our agreement.”
“It won't happen again.”
“You're damn right it won't. I'm bailing out. You and Joe should have—”
“I need your help. Dom called again.”
Silence. “And?”
“Welfare is keeping the kid at their holding facility. He wants her with me. He gave me twenty-four hours to get her.”
“What happens if you don't?”
“What do you think happens? She's dead, dammit.”
“It would be difficult to get to her at—”
“He'll do it. I can't take a chance.”
“What does Joe say?”
“Nothing. I'm not telling him. Joe's out of it.”
He gave a low whistle. “He's not going to like that.”
“He's done enough. I won't have Joe crucified for helping me.”
“But since you're calling me, I take it you're willing to sacrifice my humble self?”
“You have less to lose and more to gain.”
“What kind of help do you want from me?”
“I need to know where she is. Do you have any idea?”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean, maybe?”
“Look, the location of that facility is a bigger secret than Level 4 of the CDC.”
“But you know where it is?”
“Well, I followed Eisley once when she took a kid there during a big court case.”
Then Dom could have followed Eisley too.
“It's a big old house on Delaney Street that used to be a convalescent home. The location could have changed though. That was over two years ago.”
“We'll try it. Eisley said there's a guard.”
“A security guard who patrols the grounds. I suppose you want me to distract him.”
“Yes.”
“And then? Once you've got her, where are you going to take her?”
“I don't know. I'll find a place. Will you help me?”
“You're putting my ass on the line.”
“I'll make it worth your while.”
“Yes, you will.” His tone hardened. “Because I'm going to be with you every step of the way.”
“I can't do—” She drew a deep breath. “Okay, we'll work something out. Come and get me. I'll meet you across the street at the park.”
“Not before midnight.”
“Mark, it's only five-thirty now. I want to get her out of there.”
“Okay, eleven. But if you want to go any earlier, you'll have to go by yourself. It's bad enough we have to run the risk of the security guard. I want everyone in that house asleep before I go near it.”
Five and a half hours. How could she wait that long? She was already a nervous wreck. Okay, chill out. Dom had given her twenty-four hours. “All right. I'll eat dinner and then tell Charlie I'm going to bed. The kitchen door leads to a laundry room that opens to the hall. I can slip out and meet you at the park at eleven.”
“Right.”
She hung up. Done. Mark Grunard had been tougher than she had thought. Not that she could blame him. She was asking a great deal and not many people would give without wanting something in return.
Except Joe.
Don't think about Joe. She couldn't have him with her.
“Come on out,” Charlie called from outside the bedroom door. “Food's here.”
She braced herself. Just get through dinner and hope to slip out before Joe comes home.
C H A P T E R
EIGHT
“Would you like to talk?”
“No.” Jane stared straight ahead. Let her just go away. The house mother looked like a plump gray bird perched on the sofa and her cooing voice was driving Jane crazy. Maybe she was trying to be nice, but Jane had had enough. “I want to go to bed, Mrs.—” What was her name? “Mrs. Morse.”
“You'll sleep better if you talk about it.”
Talk about blood. Talk about Fay. Why did grown-ups always think it was better to talk everything over? She didn't want to think about Fay. She never wanted to think about Fay again. She just wanted to close the door to all the pain. No, there was one thing she had to know first. “Who killed her?”
“You're safe here, dear,” Mrs. Morse said gently.
That wasn't what she had asked, and
Mrs. Morse was lying. No one was safe anywhere. “Who killed Fay?”
“We're not sure.”
“The cops have to have some idea. Fay never hurt anyone. Was it one of the gangs? Was anything stolen?”
“It's better if you don't think about it right now. We'll talk about it tomorrow.” She reached out to stroke Jane's hair. “But we really should discuss how you're feeling.”
She leaned away before the woman could touch her. “I don't feel anything. I don't care that Fay died. I wouldn't care if you died either. Just leave me alone.”
“I understand.”
Jane gritted her teeth. What could she say to make the woman leave her alone? She didn't understand. No one understood.
Except maybe Eve. Eve hadn't tried to talk. She had sat silently with Jane, but Jane had somehow felt—
Stupid. They had been together only a matter of minutes. If Jane got to know her, she'd see that Eve was the same as all the others.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Mrs. Morse asked.
Let me out of here.
She knew better than to say it. She had been in this place before. She was being protected until they could find another home for her.
But Mike wasn't being protected. He was out there in the dark and he didn't know that there would be no food and no one to keep an eye on him.
And she was going to be locked up and not be able to help him.
Blood.
Fay's eyes staring up at her as she tried to stop the blood.
Bad. So much badness out there.
Mike.
“You're trembling,” Mrs. Morse said. “My poor child, why won't you—”
“I'm not trembling,” Jane said fiercely. She stood up. “I'm cold. You keep it too cold in this son-of-a-bitchin' place.”
“We don't use language like that here, dear.”
“Then throw me out, you old cow.” She glared at her. “I hate it here. I hate you. I'm going to sneak into your room and cut your throat like that bastard cut Fay's.”
The woman stood and backed away as Jane had known she would. These days threats of violence were treated cautiously by welfare personnel even when uttered by a kid like Jane.