Deliberately, she said, "If I have a choice between reading strangers or being in that motel room for the next twelve hours or so with your anger between us, I'll take the carnival."
"I'm not angry."
"No, you're furious. I got too close again, this time emotionally. Tell me about Bryan, Luke."
He got to his feet, face closed. "We should stop on the way and get something to eat. You haven't eaten in hours."
"Neither have you." Samantha rose to her feet as well, conscious of weariness and a distant pain she didn't want to acknowledge. She followed Lucas from the room, and not even several rather awkward attempts from some of the deputies to thank her as they passed through the building could rouse more than a fleeting smile.
She had known there would be a steep price demanded of her for this. Bishop had tried to warn her.
"He's been obsessed too long, Samantha, and he won't thank you for trying to dig that out of him."
Understatement, Samantha thought now. By the time this was over, Luke might well hate her.
For all her determination, she didn't know how to deal with that possibility. She couldn't stop pushing him, not for long; that had been the plan from the beginning. No matter what it did to her, to them, she was convinced it was the only way to get at the inner pain driving Luke.
And that was the only way to save him.
The cell phone in the pocket of his vest vibrated a summons, and Galen answered it without taking the binoculars from his eyes.
"Yeah."
"What's happening?" Bishop asked.
"Not a whole hell of a lot, at the moment. They stopped at a teak place for supper, and now they're at the carnival. In Sam's booth. She must still be getting ready; there's a line forming, but Ellis hasn't let anybody in yet."
"I just tried to call Quentin and couldn't reach him. Where is he?"
"Playing Daniel Boone. He managed to take a look at the mine before the deputies Luke assigned to watch the place got there. Now he's trying to backtrack and find out which way the bastard got his little toy in there." Galen shifted position slightly, adding, "Probably not surprising you couldn't raise him on the cell; wild country up there."
"And dark, with only a quarter moon. What does Quentin think he can find?"
"You'd have to ask him. All he told me was that his spider sense was tingling." Once Galen would have used that phrase sardonically, but he had been a member of the team too long not to have learned that-comic-book terminology notwithstanding-the enhanced senses of some of the SCU members were both accurate and often surprisingly prescient.
"If you hear from him, keep me advised. And especially if you don't hear from him. I don't want any of you alone or out of touch for too long."
"Copy that. He should be reporting in any time now."
"How's Luke holding up?"
"Judging by what I could see, Sam was able to make him mad enough so that he'd find Sheriff Metcalf. They're both looking a little ragged, though. Hard to say whether her plan is working as well as she'd hoped, but whatever else it's doing, it's obviously a strain on them."
"And she's reading tonight?"
"Looks like. Whatever's going on between her and Luke, I think she believes this killer is a regular visitor to the carnival. And maybe she's right. He does like games."
Bishop was silent for a moment, then said, "You're still keeping an eye on Jaylene whenever she's alone?"
"Of course. Right now, she's with Caitlin Graham, so deputies are watching them both. As soon as Quentin gets back, he'll take over here and I'll make sure Jay's covered." He paused as his binoculars swept the carnival grounds slowly, then returned to Madam Zarina's booth.
"She spotted you, you know."
"Who, Jay?" Galen chuckled. "I must be slipping."
"That's what I told her."
"She's not mad at having a watchdog, is she?"
"No. She knows anyone close to Luke is a possible target. This killer has abducted two police officers; I doubt he'd hesitate to grab a federal agent."
"No, he has balls enough for just about anything, if you ask me. And right about now, I'm betting he's pissed as hell."
"I'll take that bet," Bishop said. "Question is, what's his next move?"
CHAPTER 15
The reporter, eyes shifting uneasily, backed out of Samantha's booth, muttering, "That's okay, I think I got my money's worth."
Lucas immediately came out from the curtained-off area in back, took one look at Samantha, and handed her his handkerchief. As Ellis stepped into the booth, brows lifted, he said to her, "That's enough. Tell them she's done for the night."
Holding the handkerchief to her sluggishly bleeding nose, Samantha said, "Bastard beats his wife."
Ellis shook her head. "Maybe you can alert the sheriff."
"He's an out-of-towner, dammit."
Shaking her head once again, Ellis went back outside to offer rain checks to those still waiting to see Madam Zarina. "Sam-"
Heading off whatever he'd been about to say, Samantha said, "It's only when I sense violence of some kind that this happens."
"Maybe, but it's something new for you, Sam, something unusual. And that makes it a danger sign." He didn't sound particularly worried about it, merely matter-of-fact.
Samantha yanked off the turban and set it on the table before her, her gaze fixed on his face. "Okay, so fix it so I don't have to keep doing this. Find him."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, don't you think we've been trying?" Despite his words, his voice was still calm, his face expressionless.
"The cops, yes. The feds, yes. You? Well, you've been looking at maps and lists and autopsy reports and compiling profiles. You even climbed half a mountain today. But you weren't trying to find him, you were running behind him trying to find his victims. The way you've been doing for the past year and a half."
"Don't do this, Sam."
"Why not?" She refolded the handkerchief and dabbed at the last of the blood, looking away from him at last to watch what she was doing. "You're going to despise me by the time this is done anyway, so I might as well get everything I have to say said and out into the open."
"This is not the time or the place-"
"This is the only place we have, Luke, and time's running out. Or hadn't you noticed? You won one today, remember? You beat the bastard. And we both know he is not going to be gracious in defeat. He'll be on to the next move, probably already. Selecting his next victim, if he or she wasn 't already chosen long before now. Getting one of his remaining killing machines all polished up and ready."
Lucas drew a breath and said steadily, "It's nearly ten. Why don't you get changed and take off the makeup, and we'll get out of here."
"You can find him, you know."
"Sam, please."
"He feeds on fear, Luke. If what I saw when I touched that pendant is true, he's been feeding on fear for a long, long time. It's all inside him. You can feel that. All you have to do is tap in."
"I'll wait for you outside." He left the booth.
Samantha gazed after him for a long moment, then got to her feet and went into the curtained-off area in back. She changed out of her Madam Zarina getup and creamed away all the makeup, thinking as she studied her face in the mirror that there was less and less difference, these days, between the aged face of Madam Zarina and her own.
Moving more slowly than was usual for her, she neatly put away her makeup and other supplies, finished clearing up the space, and then went outside the booth to join Luke.
Looking at the bright, noisy carnival all around them, she said absently, "I wonder if he's here? Watching us. I wonder what it is about this place that fascinates him."
"You," Lucas said.
Before she could respond to that, Leo appeared, to say worriedly, "Sam, Ellis told me about the nosebleed. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"I'm taking her back to the motel," Lucas said.
"Try to get her to sleep late, will you?" Leo asked. "And, Sam, no reading tomorrow night. In fact, no carnival. I've already posted the notice that we'll be closed tomorrow night."