"Everything. It all has to come together to get me back to Amsterdam. Come on, Jan, you can do it."
"I'm dealing with Karlstadt. I don't have time. Maybe I can find someone else to put the squeeze on Henri." He sighed. "I'll do my best, Michael."
"One more thing. Can you do some snooping on the Wind Dancer?"
"What? I will not help you steal that statue, Michael."
"I don't want to steal it. I just want to know about security and if it's going on tour anytime soon."
"That sounds pretty suspicious to me. Forget it. I have too much on my plate."
"Well, maybe later." Travis put away his phone and moved over to stand at the window. Karlstadt wasn't the only one on edge. He'd never seen Jan this disturbed, and the Dutchman wasn't one to go off the deep end without cause. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the Wind Dancer. It had just occurred to him that since he had found Cassie at the foot of the statue, it might be an avenue worth exploring. Ordinarily, Jan would have agreed with only a few complaints, but his refusal had been curt. It was obvious that he was very worried.
There was still time though. As long as they were bargaining, Jan was safe. Karlstadt would be dangerous only after the deal was made. At that point Travis would have to move with lightning speed to avoid Karlstadt suspecting a stall.
No lights in Cassie's room tonight. He'd been there three nights already this week. Jessica had started calling him when the episodes began, and they had been able to cut the last one to under fifteen minutes.
What would happen to Cassie Andreas when he left?
And how the hell would he manage to get away from here if he didn't get the information about Vasaro from Henri Claron? There was no way Andreas would consider letting him go. He'd made plans before he arrived here, but it was time to refine them.
He didn't want to leave with Cassie on his conscience. But would he do it if it came down to a choice?
It didn't have to come to a choice. Find a way to get the kid to come back to normalcy and the problem was solved. Andreas might even be so grateful, he'd forget about finding who led the attack on Vasaro. The best of all possible solutions if-
The phone rang.
"Get here right away/' Jessica said tersely. "It's started."
He glanced at the house. He'd been so absorbed, he hadn't noticed the lights had come on. "Right away."
"Don't leave," Cassie pleaded. "The monsters don't stay long anymore, Melissa."
"They wouldn't show up at all if you'd come back and let Jessica help you."
"Scared. Nicer here."
"No, it's not. It's wonderful outside. Remember? I'll show you so many beautiful things."
"Scared. Beautiful in here. I could show you-but I can't find it."
"What can't you find?"
Cassie's agitation was growing. "Can't find it. It's here but I can't find it."
"What?"
"It was supposed to be here."
Melissa was afraid if she persisted, she'd jar Cassie back into the nightmare state. Could she flow back into the child and find out what she was thinking? It was risky. The last few times it had been easier to separate from her, but she didn't know what would happen if she gave Cassie what she wanted.
What the hell?
She edged closer, then closer still. She could feel Cassie's agitation like huge waves.
Closer.
Find.
Find what?
A tongue of thought darted out and touched Melissa.
Oh, God.
"Nol" She tore free in panic and spiraled away into the darkness. Get away. Get away. Get away.
"Come back, Lonely…"
Melissa's heart was going to jump out of her chest. Wake up. Get control. Jessica and Travis would come in soon wanting to know if there was anything she could tell them about the episode.
Lie. She had to lie. She couldn't talk about that horror. Breathe deep and try to calm down. Tell them how well everything had gone. Cassie and she were growing closer even when separated. In time she had hopes of being able to persuade Cassie to come back. They'd be glad to hear that, so glad that maybe they'd mistake her anguish for the usual tiredness.
If not, she'd have to lie.
Travis showed up at the front door of the manor at four the next afternoon. "We need to talk," he told Jessica. "Where's Melissa?"
"In her room, studying. What's wrong?"
"Time's wasting. We need to find a way to get Cassie well."
"What do you think we've been doing?"
"It's not moving fast enough." He went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled, "Melissa!"
"Do you know how little studying she's been able to get done since she got here?"
"She's bright enough to make it up. Hell, she's bright enough to run rings around most of us." He started up the stairs. "She didn't hear me. I forgot about those solid oak doors. Come on. We'll go to her."
"And do what?" She followed him. "We're making progress. You heard Mellie last night."
"Yeah, bubbling with enthusiasm." He knocked on the door of the blue room. "See how polite I'm being?"
Melissa opened the door. "I'm studying."
"Later." He went inside and sat down in a chair. "Will you go get all the stuff you told me Andreas sent with Cassie, Jessica?"
"I'm surprised you couched that as a request. But you forgot to say please." Jessica left the room.
"Jessica doesn't like orders." Melissa sat down on the bed and crossed her legs. "You're lucky she's going along with you. What are you up to, Travis?"
"Cassie. We need to do some brainstorming. We're moving too slow."
Her gaze narrowed on his face. "What's happening?"
"Don't you want Cassie well as soon as possible?"
"What's happening?"
He smiled. "Let's just say I can't wait years for Cassie to come back to us, and you told me I had to stay until she was well."
"Something's going on with you."
"And something's going on with you. Last night it was clear you were hiding something."
She stiffened. "Jessica didn't notice."
" Because she wants to believe you. Do you want to talk to me about it?"
She didn't answer.
"Then don't give me the third degree, Melissa."
"Here they are." Jessica carried four photo albums and several notebooks into the room. "But I've gone through all of these before."
"I've no intention of covering old ground." He was flipping through one album. "Tell me what you've done with these."
"Nothing much. I selected certain photographs to show her and test responses."
"The result?"
"Nothing from any family members. One photograph…" She turned the pages until she found the picture. "Cassie and the statue of the Wind Dancer. I thought there was some…flicker."
"I found her with the Wind Dancer at Vasaro. That's the only photograph she recognized?"
" I don't know. It's the only one I sensed…" She shrugged helplessly." It's hard to tell."
"Then you could have been mistaken," Melissa said. "How could anyone tell what Cassie's feeling? Was there a muscle response or any change in expression?"
"Maybe. A little. It's just…an impression."
"But you could have been wrong." She reached over and turned the page. "What other pictures did you show her?"
Travis flipped the page back." Let's stay with the Wind Dancer for a while, shall we?"
Melissa's lips tightened. "Why? It's only a statue."
"But a remarkable piece of art. It's recognized as one of the most valuable treasures in the world. The Andreas family claims there were historical references that indicate the statue was in the hands of Alexander the Great during his first campaign in Persia, that it once belonged to Charlemagne and was passed down to several famous historical figures through the ages. There are legends that men and nations rose and fell because of the statue's presence on the scene."