It took over an hour before the sickness was gone. Even then, it subsided like a surly dragon backing into his cave.

And Eve felt wrung out and weak … and triumphant.

Get thee behind me, Satan. Or Kevin, or whoever you are.

She turned over in bed. Go to sleep or at least rest. She wouldn’t have much time before Doane was rousing and unlocking the door. He was growing more impatient with every hour. Sometime today, she’d try to find a way to get into that desk and see what was inside. She had to gauge Doane’s strength, and only knowledge of the enemy would permit her to do that.

His part in the horror, Bonnie had said.

What horror, Bonnie?

CHAPTER

11

Lake Cottage

“GO TO BED, JANE,” JOE SAID as he came out on the porch. “I’ll wake you as soon as I hear something.”

She straightened on the porch swing. “I’m okay. I’ve been dozing. I had to call Devon and check on Toby, but afterward, I kind of drifted off. You haven’t heard anything from your old buddies in the FBI?” She grimaced. “Don’t they know that—” She stopped and wearily shook her head. “I know you’re doing your best. But you’ve been making calls and sending e-mails for hours. Something should be breaking.”

“My thought exactly,” he said grimly. “But there are no records on Doane or Relling or whatever his name is. At least none that anyone can access. He doesn’t exist in the FBI database.”

“Is that possible? Cover-up?”

“That’s my guess. But whoever did it had to be high up on the chain.”

“No wonder Venable felt safe giving you the names. He knew it probably wasn’t going to do you any good.” Her lips tightened. “I’m tired of being patient with Venable and waiting for him to talk.” She got to her feet. “Where is he?”

“Not on the property. I’ve already checked. And he’s not answering his phone.”

“So he dangled a promise to help, then took off?”

“He doesn’t give his word easily. I think he’ll keep it in his own time.” He muttered a curse. “But I’m not going to let him have that time.”

“And how are we going to locate him?”

“I’ve already started. He may be CIA, but we have a history together, and I can track him.” He paused. “But I want to explore one other avenue first. I went back to Blick’s records and started digging for a connection with someone, anyone, during the years he was in the service.”

“Why that period?”

“I was looking for a reason for the CIA to be involved. CIA operates outside the country. Blick was stationed outside the country during most of his Army years. First, in Germany, then in Turkey. It was more likely that Venable would have made contact with Blick and Doane at one of those places.”

“Logical. Did you find out anything more about Blick?”

“I’m waiting for a call from Army records. I pulled every string I had with the FBI to get them to put a rush on it. I should be hearing anytime.”

“And you were going to send me off to bed so that I wouldn’t have to gnaw my nails waiting to hear.” She smiled without mirth. “You’re trying to protect me again. Don’t do it. The only one you should worry about is Eve.”

“No, I should protect you, too. I promised Eve when she called.” He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “Not that I wouldn’t anyway. But it would help if I had a little help when I’m not around. Where the hell is Caleb? Why didn’t he come back to the cottage with you?”

She shrugged. “How do I know? We’re not joined at the hip. I told you that I dropped him off at the airport on my way here.” She gazed at him curiously. “And why do you care? He’s definitely not your favorite person.”

“No, he’s not. But I’ve never met a more lethal individual. He’s self-serving and damn volatile, but he comes in handy at times.” He met her eyes. “And he has a reason to keep you alive.”

“I have a reason to keep myself alive. I have to get Eve away from Doane. And I don’t need Caleb or anyone else standing guard over me when they could be concentrating on doing that, too.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “And that goes for you, Joe. Now, I’m going inside to make us a cup of coffee while you focus on Venable. It’s driving me crazy just sitting here and—” She stiffened. “Headlights.” Her gaze was fastened on the car coming down the lake road. “Venable?”

“Maybe.”

But as the car drew up before the cottage, the porch lights fell on the windshield, and she recognized the driver. “Not Venable. It’s Caleb.” She started down the steps. “Speak of the devil.”

“That’s too close a comparison,” Joe said dryly. “But for once I’m glad to see him. That may not happen again.”

“Then be polite to him. We owe him. I’ve been using him as a pilot since London. He didn’t have to—” She stopped on the bottom step, her eyes widening as she saw who was in the passenger seat next to Caleb. “What the hell? Margaret?”

“None other,” Caleb said as he got out of the driver’s seat. “If I can wake her up. She’s been sleeping since she got into the car at the airport. She curled up like a kitten, and it was lights out.” He shook his head. “Very rude, Margaret.”

“I was tired.” Margaret’s hand covered a yawn. “I had to work really hard to find a safe way to get here. If you’d let me come with you, it would have been much better, Caleb.”

“I promised Jane that I wouldn’t encourage you. Isn’t that right, Jane?”

“It doesn’t look to me as if you kept that promise,” Jane said grimly as she watched Margaret get out of the car. The girl’s hair was tousled and her shirt and jeans rumpled, but as she came awake, her smile was just as sunny as Jane remembered. “Is that why you had me drop you off at the airport, Caleb?”

Caleb nodded. “Margaret called me from San Juan and told me she thought she had a lift to get her here and asked me to pick her up.” He shrugged. “What could I do? I couldn’t let her wander around a strange city alone.”

“Evidently, she manages to wander around the world by herself just fine,” she said. “Look how she got to Summer Island.”

“That’s different. You wouldn’t have wanted to accept the responsibility.”

He was right. The reason she had insisted he not take Margaret was so that Margaret wouldn’t become involved. Now that the girl had overridden all the obstacles Jane had tried to put in her path, she couldn’t just toss her out. But it didn’t make Jane any less exasperated with her. “Why, Margaret? I told you that I didn’t need you.”

“But you don’t know that.” Margaret reached in the backseat and brought out her duffel. “I can be very useful. By the way, I called Devon from the airport after I landed, and she said Toby was on his feet and very spry.”

“I know. I called her a few hours ago. Stop changing the subject.”

“I was just reminding you that I’m a proven commodity in the useful department. I thought it couldn’t hurt.” Margaret smiled back over her shoulder. “And Caleb tried to do what you wanted. Don’t be angry with him.”

“Are you trying to protect him? Don’t waste the effort. He doesn’t need it.”

“Sure he does. We all need a little help now and then.” She made a face at Caleb. “But I could have used a little more to get me out of San Juan. If Mark Trevor hadn’t put me in touch with Gadsden Canine Rescue, it would have taken me a lot longer to get here.”

Jane stiffened. “Trevor. You know Mark Trevor?”

“Well, not really know him,” Margaret said. “I met him in the waiting room at the hospital. He was very curious about me when I told him I was there to visit you. He already knew a lot about what had happened on the island. He said he knew quite a few people around the Caribbean, and if I needed help, to give him a call.” She beamed at them. “So I did.”

“You didn’t tell me that Trevor was involved in getting you out of San Juan,” Caleb said softly. “Why not?”