The Killing Game

“I'll manage.”

  “I could drive you to Phoenix.”

  “You've done enough.”

  “Just thought I'd give it a shot.” He glanced at Jane again. “She's not going to give you any trouble?”

  “I didn't say that. She's wary of everyone, and that includes me. She hasn't said more than two sentences since we got up this morning. But at least I can reason with her.” She held out her hand. “Thanks for everything, Mark.”

  He shook it and then dropped his car keys into her palm. “Remember, you owe me. I'm letting you off the hook right now, but I want that story.”

  “You'll get it.” She started for the booth where Jane was sitting.

  “Eve.”

  She looked back over her shoulder.

  Mark's gaze narrowed on her face. “You're too damn confident this morning.”

  She made a face. “I wish I were.”

  “You're in better shape than you were last night.”

  “Things always look brighter in the morning.”

  “Not necessarily. I think you have an ace in the hole you're not telling me about.”

  She waved. “Good-bye, Mark. I'll be in touch.”

  He was wrong. She wasn't at all confident; she was scared and confused. What Mark had seen as confidence was only the faint glimmer of hope.

  But she'd take it.

  HE WAS WAITING at the parking lot at the Birmingham airport.

  “You're an idiot.” Logan drew Eve close and kissed her hard. “And Joe's a criminal idiot to allow you to get into a mess like this.”

  “Joe had nothing to do with it.” She felt a deep sense of comfort as she stepped back and stared at him. He looked dear and strong and familiar. “He doesn't know anything about it.”

  “You made sure of that to protect the SOB.”

  “Let's not talk about Joe.” She gestured for Jane to get out of the car. “Did you bring the ID?”

  He handed her a leather pouch. “Cash, phony birth certificates, two credit cards, and a driver's license.”

  “Is he a crook?” Jane asked.

  Logan glanced at her. “It depends on who you ask.”

  “On the streets they sell phony IDs to anyone who wants one.”

  “I don't sell, I buy. And you should be glad I was able to buy these at such short notice.”

  “This is John Logan, Jane. He's not a crook, he's a well-respected businessman.”

  “And he's the one you said would help us?”

  “We couldn't board a flight without phony IDs.”

  “I've arranged a place for you to stay—it's on the outskirts of Phoenix. Two of my company's top security people will be there to keep an eye on you.” He took Eve's elbow. “Come on, let's go.”

  “We say good-bye here.” She hung back. “I don't want to be seen with you, Logan.”

  “You're not going to say good-bye to me until we reach Phoenix. I have a private jet waiting. That way you won't have to chance being recognized.”

  “No.” She dug in her heels. “I know I agreed to let you help me when you called last night, but I don't want you to do anything more.”

  “Too late.” He smiled. “I can handle the heat. Just watch me.”

  “I don't want to watch you. I don't want to be responsible for anyone else getting involved in this mess.”

  His smile faded. “Listen to me. I'm not backing away when you're in trouble. You should have called me instead of letting me hear secondhand from one of my associates in Atlanta.”

  “Associates? Are you having me watched, Logan?”

  “Just keeping an eye on the situation.” His lips tightened. “I couldn't be sure what Joe would do to keep you here.”

  “Joe's my friend, and he's done—”

  “Okay.” He held up a hand to stop her. “I'm just glad that you called on me instead of him. Too bad I won't see him. I'd like to rub his nose in it.”

  “He has more to lose than you. He's a cop and you're—”

  “Just another philistine tycoon.” Logan pushed her across the lot toward the exit. “With enough money to cover my tracks. So use me, dammit.” He glanced at Jane, who had fallen into step with them. “Am I making sense, kid?”

  She studied him. “Yes. Use him, Eve.”

  He looked a little surprised. “Very cool.”

  “I don't use people,” Eve said. “Not if I can help it.”

  “Why not?” Jane asked. “He wants you to do it. We might need him.”

  “Very clear-thinking child.” He tilted his head. “How about participating in my executive training program? I have a lot of employees who—”

  “Is that supposed to make me feel good?” Jane gave him a disgusted glance. “Use him, Eve.”

  “The child's obviously of the opinion I'm not worth anything else,” he murmured. “Use me, Eve.”

  “I'll let you take us to Phoenix,” Eve said. “After that you get away from me, Logan.”

  “We'll discuss it in Phoenix.”

  C H A P T E R

  TEN

  It was almost dark when Logan drove up to the small red-tiled house near Scottsdale. She could catch just a glimpse of the house through the thick stand of trees and ornate Spanish-style gates.

  Logan got out of the car, pressed a code into the panel by the gates, and the gates swung open. He returned to the car. “There are two remotes in a drawer in the hall,” he told Eve. “Use them so you won't have to get out of the car. There are two security guards in a cottage to the north of the house. Herb Booker and Juan Lopez. They'll make the rounds regularly, but they won't bother you unless you press an alarm button.”

  “And where are the alarm buttons?”

  “Kitchen, master bath, bedroom, living room beside the phones. You'll never be farther than a few feet from one.”

  “You seem to know the setup pretty well.”

  “I use this house when I come here for business. A little security never hurts.”

  “Are you sure he's not a crook?” Jane asked Eve.

  “Charming,” Logan said, amused.

  “I'm sure.” Eve got out of the car. “He's like a politician. They always have to have someone around to protect them.”

  “Ouch.” Logan unlocked the front door. “Knowing the way you feel about them, I'd rather you think I'm like a crook. Why can't I convince you that there are honest, stalwart politicians out there?”

  “We've always agreed to disagree.” She pushed Jane in ahead of her and turned to face Logan. “Thank you. Go.”

  “There are two extra guest rooms.”

  “Go.”

  “I'm going to find the kitchen and make a sandwich.” Jane moved down the hall away from them.

  “See, she couldn't bear to see me cast out. I think she likes me. Smart girl.”

  “Only you could translate indifference into affection.” Eve crossed her arms over her chest. “Go.”

  “She's not indifferent to me. We'd get along once we got used to each other. She reminds me a little of you when we first met.”

  “She's nothing like me.”

  He gave a low whistle. “Evidently, I said the wrong thing.”

  “Go, Logan. Please.”

  He smiled and stroked her cheek with a finger. “I'm going. I'm flattered you care so much about protecting me.”

  Joe had not been flattered. Joe had been angry and completely unreasonable, damn him.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “I assume there's a computer and plenty of search software.”

  “Come on, I manufacture computers. The office also has an excellent library.”

  “Then, that's all I need.”

  “You'll find clothes for both of you in the two main bedrooms. I'm not sure Jane's will fit. She's kind of small for a ten-year-old.”

  “She's big enough to be a presence.”

  “I noticed.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Then I'm on my way. If you need me I'll be at the Camelback Inn.”


  “Dammit, Logan, I meant for you to go back to Monterey.”

  “I know you did.” He started down the steps. “I'll leave you this rental car. I'll go to the cottage and get a lift to the hotel from one of the security guys.”

  “You listen to me, Logan. I've already taken more than I should from you. I'll feel guilty as hell if I get you in trouble.”

  “Good. Guilt can be useful in the hands of a clever man, and it shows you care about me.”

  “There was never any doubt about that, and you know it. After all we've been through together, I'd have to be a robot not to care about you.”

  He smiled back at her over his shoulder. “That's what I'm banking on.”

  “Logan.”

  He shook his head. “No, Eve. You can keep me from living in the same house with you, but you can't keep me from being nearby.” He winked. “Besides, I'm anticipating the moment when Joe finds out that I'm the one who's been helping you.”

  Before she could answer he'd disappeared around the side of the house.

  She should probably never have let him help her. Logan didn't know the meaning of a limited involvement.

  No, that wasn't really true. He'd been very careful about observing the parameters she'd put on their relationship. He never moved too fast or too far for her. Considering his dominant nature, it must have been very difficult for him, and she valued him all the more for it.

  At least, this time she had won a partial victory. With Logan, that was a major accomplishment. She'd worry later about convincing him to leave. For now she had work to do. But first, she needed to call Mom and check on her.

  She crossed to the foyer table and dialed her mother's digital number. Sandra answered on the third ring.

  “Everything okay?” Eve asked.

  “Yes and no. Your killer hasn't shown up, but Ron was ready to strangle Mike himself. I don't think anyone ever made him take a bath before. He was ready to hit the streets again.”

  “Damn.”

  “Don't worry. They worked it out. Ron likes a challenge. He bribed him. He told him he'd bring home dinner from McDonald's each day he took a bath.” Her mother chuckled. “He jumped at it. I think I'm insulted.”

  “All kids like McDonald's.”

  “Don't try to spare my feelings. We both know I'm a lousy cook. How are you?”

  “Fine. I'll try to call you every other night. If there's any problem, even a suspicion of one, you call me.”

  “I will.” Sandra paused. “Joe has no idea where you are or what you're doing.”

  “I thought it best.”

  “He's wound tight as a wire, Eve. I've never seen him that way before.”

  “Don't tell him anything.”

  “He's our friend. I'd feel better if he were with you. Why can't I—”

  “No, Mom.”

  “Okay.” She sighed. “But he's going to nag the hell out of me.”

  “You're tough. You can take it.”

  “He's tougher. But he likes me, so he won't run over me. Are you going to tell me where you are?”

  “Phoenix.”

  “And I'm not to tell Joe.”

  “Please.”

  “It's a mistake.”

  “I've got to go, Mom. Take care.”

  “You take care.”

  Eve slowly hung up. Joe was doing what he did best, hunting. What would his next move—

  “Want a sandwich?” Jane stood behind her. “It's turkey. I made two.”

  “Thanks.” She wasn't hungry, but the overture was the first Jane had made since she'd agreed to come to Phoenix. “I'd like that.” Eve followed her down the hall toward the kitchen. “I guess we're on our own as far as food is concerned. I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook.”

  “You've got to be better than your mother.” She hopped up on a stool at the breakfast bar.

  “You might change your mind. I haven't had much experience.”

  They ate in companionable silence.

  “I can help,” Jane suddenly offered. “I did most of the cooking in one foster home I was in.”

  “Was that at the Carbonis? Mrs. Eisley said you had a rough time with them.”

  “I did okay.” Jane finished her sandwich. “You want me to help clean up?”

  “There's not much to do. I can handle it.” She had an idea. “Logan says there's a good library. I don't know if there's anything that you might want to read, but—”

  “Books?” Her face lit up. “There are books here?”

  “So Logan says.”

  Jane quickly covered the flicker of excitement. “I might take a look at them. There's probably nothing else to do.” She got down from the stool, took her plate to the sink, and turned on the water. “Logan likes you. Do you sleep with him?”

  Eve blinked. For God's sake, the kid was only ten. Ten but no child, Eve reminded herself. She'd probably been through more in her short life than a woman of thirty. “That's none of your business.”

  Jane shrugged. “He's doing a lot for us. I just wondered if you have to pay him.”

  Sex for pay. Another aspect of life on the streets. Day-to-day contact with prostitutes had been a part of Eve's childhood, and, of course, Jane had been exposed to the same life. “No, Logan's my friend. Friends don't ask to be paid. He's a good guy.” She added with a smile, “And he's not a crook.”

  “I didn't really think he was. I just wondered if I could piss him off.”

  “Jane.”

  “He didn't mind. He's pretty tough. Where's the library?”

  “I have no idea.”

  She started for the door. “I'll find it.”

  “If you don't mind, take your books to another room after you choose them. I need to work at the computer.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to see if I can access back issues of the local newspaper.”

  “Oh, to find that murdered woman?”

  She nodded. “I don't have a lot to go on. Dom was very careful not to give me too much information. Just that the murder happened five or six months ago, she was a singer, and that her body hasn't been found. So I'm looking for a disappearance, not a murder.”

  “I'll stay out of your way.” Jane vanished down the hall.

  At least she didn't have to worry about keeping the child amused. It was clear Jane was an avid reader and eager to find the library. As for Eve, she'd grab a shower, change into jeans and a shirt, and hit the computer.

  “YOU WANT ANY coffee?” Jane put the carafe and a cup down on the desk beside Eve. “It's pretty strong. I don't know how to make it any other way.”

  “That's fine.” Eve leaned back in the chair and rubbed her eyes. “You didn't have to do this.”

  “If I'd had to, I wouldn't have.” Jane curled up in a leather chair across the room. “You're not finding anything, are you?”

  Eve shook her head. “I've gone back seven months. Maybe he was lying to me.” She poured coffee. “It's after midnight. You should be in bed.”

  “Why?”

  “Aren't you tired?”

  Jane lifted her chin. “Aren't you?”

  She was too tired for challenges at the moment. She made a face. “Yes, maybe I'll put you to work on this and go to bed.”

  “I'll try. But we work on Macs at school. What's that computer?”

  “A Logan.” Kids these days were so far ahead of where Eve had been at the same age.

  “Logan?”

  “John Logan makes computers.”

  “Like Bill Gates?”

  “Sort of. But hardware, not software. And they're nothing alike. Did you find something to read?”

  She nodded. “A book about some scientists who are trying to locate Troy. It's pretty cool.” She paused. “And a book about forensic sculpting. You told me that's what you do for a living. Does it belong to you?”

  “No, Logan hired me to work on a case and he believes in doing his research.”

  “The pictures are icky.”

  Eve nodded.
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  “Can you really do that?”

  “I really can.”

  “Why?”

  “It's my job. And sometimes I can help make parents feel a little better about losing someone.”

  “They should just go on and not think about them.”

  “Is that what you do?”

  “Sure. Why not?” Jane stared at her defiantly. “I haven't thought about Fay since he killed her. She's dead. Why should I?”

  Eve stared skeptically at her.

  “It's true. I've thought about the creep who did it but not her.” She got to her feet. “I'm going to bed.” She strode out of the room.

  So full of pain. What would it take to get such a damaged child to lower the walls she'd built around herself? Eve mustn't try to overcome that barrier. It would be the most dangerous course to follow just then.

  The safest thing to do for both of them was to find the missing woman. Provided Dom had really killed that woman. As she'd told Jane, he might have lied to lure her out of Atlanta.

  But why Phoenix?

  He'd said he liked the city. Maybe there was something about the atmosphere here that triggered—

  Stop analyzing and get to work. There had been nothing helpful in the paper during the five- to seven-month period Dom had specified. Maybe she should go back further. Or maybe not. Check the recent editions . . .

  JANUARY 30. Not even a month ago.

  Debby Jordan was in her early thirties, married, the mother of two boys. She had disappeared on the way to choir practice.

  I'm told she had a lovely voice. A soprano.

  Eve scanned the initial story about the disappearance and then several follow-up stories.

  Her husband had found her car in the church parking lot when she hadn't come home.

  An investigation had turned up nothing.

  The church had offered a two-thousand-dollar reward for any information.

  Choir members had been interviewed and spoken of her kindness and the loveliness of her voice. “A soprano sweet as an angel's.”

  Several heartrending pictures of her husband and two little boys . . .

  Debby Jordan.

  Eve leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. How Dom must have enjoyed throwing out lies and deceptive hints. You made it hard enough, but I've found her, Dom, you son of a bitch.

  She felt too sick to feel any sense of accomplishment. A woman with everything to live for had died. Eve couldn't do anything about her death. But she could find the man who had killed her. The first step was to locate Debby Jordan's body.