Her phone rang.
Probably Eve concerned that she'd been out here too long.
“I'll be in soon, Eve. You should smell the roses. It almost makes you drunk with—”
“Are you in the garden?”
Aldo.
Shock turned her rigid and she couldn't speak.
“You're not answering.”
“Yes, I'm in the garden.” Her voice was uneven and she had to steady it. “Where are you?”
“Close. I watched you down in that tunnel today. I was almost near enough to touch you. I will touch you soon. Shall I tell how?”
“I'm not interested. You're being ridiculous. You can't—” She stopped. As much as she wanted to argue with him, it would ruin everything if she actually convinced him she wasn't Cira. Play along with him. Stop protesting and try to set him up. “Suppose you're right and I am Cira. You can't stop me. I'm too close. Eve is doing the reconstruction now and when it's finished, I'll be famous. Even after I'm dead I'll still live forever. My face will be posted on the sides of buses. They'll do documentaries about me. They'll name perfumes Cira. You can make your telephone calls, spit all the poison you like, but it's not going to do you any good. You'll lose.”
“Bitch.” He was clearly having to smother his rage. “You think you're so safe sitting surrounded by Duncan and Quinn and that bastard, Trevor. None of them can protect you. I'll kill you and then I'll kill them.”
Her heart jerked and her hand tightened on the phone. “Why kill them? I'm the one you want.”
“You infected them. They'd never give up hunting for me.” He was silent a moment. “That bothers you.”
“No, it just seems stupid.”
“You're trying to deceive me. It does bother you. Perhaps when you draw them to you, it causes you to form an attachment yourself.”
“If I'm as cold as you think, then you couldn't be more wrong.”
“But you aren't always cold. Julius Precebio wrote with disgusting detail about your passion. You can be touched. Trevor has touched you, hasn't he?”
“No.”
“You lie. I saw him look at you.” His voice turned soft. “And I saw you with Eve Duncan on the porch one night. You were very emotional.”
She felt a cold chill. “I was pretending.”
“Maybe. But maybe not. I hear something in your tone. . . .” His own tone was suddenly laden with malice. “At any rate, it's too promising not to explore. Shall I tell you what I'm going to do to Eve Duncan?”
“No.”
“She works very hard giving victims back their faces, doesn't she? I'm going to take her face away. I've gotten very proficient at slicing away that evil face of yours. Sometimes those women stayed conscious until the end. I'll go slowly with Duncan and make sure she suffers the full torment she deserves.”
She tried to keep her voice from shaking. “You truly are a monster.”
“Oh, no, I'm the sword of justice. You're the monster. It's you who twisted my father's mind until he could give me nothing but scorn, it's you who lured Duncan and the others here when Sontag found that skeleton. You knew I'd kill them if they got in my way.”
“You're not talking about killing them if they get in your way. You're saying that you'll kill them anyway.”
“Once you started using them, they automatically had to be removed.” He chuckled. “And now that I know it's going to upset you, I may have to plan a way to do it while you're still alive. It will be an added pleasure.”
“Aren't you getting distracted? I'm your target.”
“I couldn't be more focused. It's been a pleasure chatting with you. We'll do it again soon. Good-bye, Cira.” He hung up.
Dear God, she was shaking.
She reached out and grabbed the wrought-iron post of the arbor to steady herself. Ugliness. Madness. Death.
Terror.
Her heart was beating hard, painfully hard.
Eve. Joe. Trevor.
God help her, Eve . . .
“Jane?”
She looked over her shoulder to see Trevor coming down the path from the house.
“What's wrong?”
She shook her head.
“What's wrong, dammit?” He reached out and grabbed her shoulders. “I was keeping an eye on you from the house and I saw you reach out and grab that fence as if it were a lifeline.”
“Phone call,” she said numbly. “Jesus, Eve.”
“The call was from Eve?”
“Aldo.”
He stiffened. “What?”
“He said he'd call me. We were expecting it. I just didn't—” She tried to pull away. “Let me go.”
“When you finish telling me what the hell's happening.”
“Aldo.”
“What did he say?”
“Too much.” She moistened her lips. “He's really nuts. And I'm worse. I fouled up. I was going to try to set him up but then I lost him. I let him see . . . I blew it. I got so scared and he could tell.” Her hands clenched into fists but she couldn't stop the trembling. “He could tell and now he'll do it. But I can't let him. It's my fault. I won't let him near her, not a—”
“Jane, shut up. Do you want me to slap you?”
She looked up at him in shock. “You do and I'll kick you so hard in the nuts, you'll be a soprano.”
“Okay, you're back to normal.” His hands loosened on her shoulders. “Come on and sit down on the bench and get your breath.”
She'd already gotten her breath back but she still couldn't control the shaking. She sat down and crossed her arms over her chest. “I'm not back to normal. I'm scared and sick and I want to be alone. Go away.”
“The hell I will. When you're ready to talk to me, I'm going to be here.”
Oh, let him stay. It didn't matter. Give him what he wanted. She took a deep breath. “He's going to kill her. It doesn't matter if he kills me first. He's going to kill her anyway.”
“Eve?”
“Eve and Joe and you. But he got a good deal of pleasure out of telling me how he was going to kill Eve.” Her nails dug into her palms. “I won't let him do it. I'll keep her safe.”
“Jane, Eve knew there was a certain amount of danger when she decided to come here. You knew it too.”
“But I didn't know that he'd make her a target. I thought he'd focus on me. All his other victims were women with my face. How was I to know he'd decide everyone I was close to had to die? He even wants to kill you.”
“I'm flattered he thinks you'd care, but he had his reasons to kill me before you came on the scene.”
“He had no reason to kill Eve or Joe.”
“Aldo's phone call actually changed nothing, Jane. He made a few threats and tried to panic you.”
“He did panic me.” But the terror was beginning to ebb and she could think again. “And he enjoyed it. He caught me off guard and I let him see how much he could hurt me.”
“Okay, but you didn't blow it completely. Right? You didn't set him up, but he's going to call again?”
“He said he was.” She added bitterly, “He enjoyed it so much that he probably won't want to wait to do it again.”
“Then you can see that this call basically changed nothing.”
“You're wrong. I didn't realize to what extent I was risking Eve and Joe. I do now. And I made it worse for them by letting Aldo know how much they meant to me.” Her lips tightened. “And that makes everything different. We've got to keep Eve and Joe safe.”
“We'll do our best.”
“That's not good enough.” She stood up. “You were right to treat me like an idiot schoolgirl. I should have been able to fool him, turn him in another direction. But I didn't. I was so scared that I couldn't think fast enough. I'm not waiting around for him to come after Eve.”