"The principle is the same."
"You're not going to answer me."
"Figure it out for yourself. It's a good idea for you to think about me, guess at my reactions. We need to get to know each other very well. We're going to become very close. You'll be given my fax number in the next few hours." He hung up.
"What's the story?" Joe asked as she hung up the phone.
"He wants to make a trade."
"The lives of Gonzales and his family for you to go down there? No way." His gaze narrowed on her face. "There's something more."
Bonnie.
"Yes." She moistened her lips. "He offered to prove he'd keep his word. A kind of test."
"What kind of test?"
"Marty. He said he'd have someone find out who he was and who killed him if I'd send him a photo."
"That could take years."
She nodded. "He said that he already had people in place to do the work but there's no way that he could-It's crazy."
"Right. Then you won't be doing it. Call and tell him he's wasting his time."
She was silent.
"Eve."
"What could it hurt? I didn't promise anything and it might bring Marty home sooner."
"Because he's drawing you closer and closer with every action he's taking. First that damn bloody head to shock and throw you off balance and then he offers you the promise of bringing that little boy home. The threat and then the stroking."
We're going to become very close.
"He didn't kill Gonzales yet. If I stall long enough, the CIA might get him and his family away."
"You're not stalling, you're dealing with Montalvo."
"I'm doing both." She slammed the lid of the box down. "If I decide to do it. I'm not sure I will."
I'll find your Bonnie.
"You're pretty damn close to committing," Joe said roughly. "I'm not blind, Eve."
"He's not asking me to do anything yet."
" 'Yet.' That's the key word and it means-" Joe's cell phone rang. He looked at the ID. "Soldono." He answered. "Quinn. Why the hell didn't you answer my calls?" He listened for a moment and then held out his phone to Eve. "Montalvo wouldn't let him use his phone until he'd had time to spring his little surprise package. He wants to talk to you."
She took the phone. "Is Gonzales still alive, Soldono?"
"He was a half hour ago. Montalvo took me down to the stockade to see him. He wanted me to be able to tell you that." He paused. "I don't know for how long. I don't know what the devil Montalvo is doing. He's obviously handling you with kid gloves but he could change in a heartbeat."
"Can you arrange to get Gonzales and his family away and out of the country if I can stall him for a few days?"
He was silent, obviously thinking about it. "Maybe. I could try. The wife and kids should be fairly easy, but Gonzales… Can you do that?"
"It's possible."
"He told me to call you and give you a fax number. It's not here at the compound. He doesn't want to chance his machine being monitored. It's at a house in the village." He rattled off a number and she took it down. "What does he want you to send him?"
"He's testing himself." She lifted her gaze to look Joe in the eye. "And I'm going to let him do it."
"As long as you don't expect him not to cheat to get the results he wants. He's a wily bastard."
"I don't expect anything of him. I didn't promise him that I'd give him what he wanted in exchange. For me, it's a win-win situation providing you can get the Gonzales family out of Colombia."
Soldono didn't speak for a moment. "Montalvo usually doesn't make one-sided bargains. If he did, then watch your back."
"Does he keep his word?"
"As far as I know."
"That's not clear enough. Do you believe he would have kept his word about releasing Gonzales if you'd prodded me as he asked?"
He hesitated. "Yes."
"Okay, then tell Montalvo I'll send the photo in the next six hours. I'll consider five days an adequate time for him to find out what I need to know. Is that enough time for you?"
"I hope it is."
"So do I. One other thing. I want Venable to send me a complete dossier on Montalvo."
"Why?"
"He seems to know entirely too much about me; I need to know everything about him."
"I'll tell Venable. He'll get it to you right away." He paused. "I'm sorry we had to involve you in this, Ms. Duncan. We did our best to avoid it."
"I'm sorry too. Just get me the dossier." She hung up the phone and said to Joe, "Well?"
"What do you want me to say?" he said curtly. "It's a mistake. He's going to suck you down and swallow you alive if you let him."
"I won't let him." She stood up and went toward Marty's easel. "A photo isn't a commitment. He's going to do something I want very much and he's not asking anything in return." She bent over and opened the cabinet and started pulling out the photographic equipment. "And the delay could save lives."
"Why five days?"
"I didn't want to have to deal with him when we're going to Phoenix this weekend. And he wanted a test; I gave him a humdinger of a test. It gives Soldono enough time to get the Gonzales family out but it also limits the time I have to deal with Montalvo."
"It would be a miracle if he pulled it off."
Miracle. Joe had said only last night that to find Bonnie would be a miracle. It was almost as if he sensed that Montalvo had offered more than to bring Marty home. Perhaps he did have a premonition. Joe knew her so well…
And why hadn't she told Joe what Montalvo had promised about Bonnie? She hadn't lied but she hadn't told him. Omission was also a lie.
She could still tell him.
She wouldn't lie to herself as well as Joe. She wasn't going to tell him because she knew what his reaction would be. She knew that he would worry, that he would try to stop her from even considering what Montalvo had said. It made no sense to involve Joe when she knew as well as he did that Montalvo's lure was a siren call that was totally false.
Men like Montalvo dealt in death, not miracles.
3
The castle in the painting was wreathed in mists that seemed to be otherworldly.
"MacDuff's Run?" Eve asked Jane. "You made it look like Camelot."
Jane grinned. "That's how MacDuff sees it." She lifted her glass of wine to her lips. "It's like the song in the musical. Magic."
"I'm surprised he doesn't want to buy the painting."
"I didn't tell him I painted it." She tilted her head, appraising it. "I don't usually do landscapes, but I couldn't stop thinking about the place. Maybe it is a little magic. Do you like it?"
"Very much." Eve looked around the crowded gallery. There wasn't any question the show was a success. Sold signs had been popping up on Jane's paintings all afternoon. "But I like all your paintings. I love the one of Toby sleeping on the hearth rug."
"That's one of Toby's favorite sports these days. He'd rather count sheep than chase squirrels."
"That's a dog's privilege. Toby isn't a puppy any longer. When are the two of you coming home for a while?"
"Soon. Maybe next week. As soon as I get through here. I'm ready for a rest."
"Good." Eve took a sip of her wine. "We miss you. How's Trevor?"
"Fine." She smiled and waved at the man talking to Joe across the gallery. "He's just returned from Johannesburg. He promised he'd make the show."
"He looks well."
"He looks like a bloody movie star and every woman in the room is salivating," Jane said with a grin. "I always need Trevor present to give my shows star quality."
"You've got star quality yourself. Ask any of those people who bought your paintings."
Jane shrugged. "I can't see myself as a Rembrandt. I love the work, not the praise." Her glance shifted back to Eve. "And it seems pretty trivial compared to your work."