“What tools?”

“Kevin had a disk that he’d gotten from the Taliban that proved Tarther had sent in a team of assassins to take out several Pakistan officials who were moving Bin Laden from place to place. The White House was walking a tightrope trying to keep the routes through Pakistan open to Afghanistan, but Tarther didn’t care about anything but getting Bin Laden and stopping the bastards who were hiding him. He would have been kicked out of the service if Washington had found out that he’d risked the delicate balance of power. He wasn’t alone in it, and all his Pakistan and CIA buddies would have come tumbling down with him. As long as I had that disk, no one would touch me.”

“Blackmail?”

“Of course. Kevin always said blackmail was just another weapon. I told Tarther that that disk would be sent to three media outlets if anything happened to me. Shall I tell you how careful they were to make sure that I was kept safe and sound? They sent a CIA man named Venable around to see me, and he told me that I was going to be put under the CIA’s version of the witness protection program. That was five years ago. The CIA took good care of me, and I had time to do all the digging I had to do to find out the truth about Kevin’s killing. I made my plans, then I started to move.”

“In my direction. Why the hell did you do that? I wasn’t involved in all this. Why did you have Blick shoot Jane?” Her gaze shifted to Kevin’s reconstruction across the room. “I can see why you’d want to have him look more normal. You’re obviously obsessed with that gargoyle. But you can’t be insane enough to go to those lengths. Or maybe you can.” Why was she expecting reason or sanity when he was obviously as unbalanced as his precious son? “Why didn’t you go after Tarther or this Zander instead?”

“All in good time. I had to prepare the way. You had to prepare the way. I had to have Kevin as close to the way he was as I could make him before I confronted those murderers. They had to know that they hadn’t really destroyed what he was. Everything had to be perfect. Besides, Kevin had already punished Tarther. Why do you think he chose his daughter, Dany, to kill? Kevin was involved with that al-Qaeda group General Tarther was targeting. Butchering the little girl was revenge the terrorists understood and approved. All I have to do is administer the final coup de grace.”

“And Zander?”

“I’m working on him. He’s more difficult. But I have a good grasp of his character, I think. Once Blick and I found out who Tarther had hired to kill Kevin, I researched Zander until I knew more about him and all his secrets than anyone else on Earth.”

“Then why not go after him and leave my family alone?”

“He’s very elusive and difficult to locate. I prefer to have him come to me.”

“Why would he do that?” She had a sudden thought. “You said he was careful about destroying evidence. Do you think Kevin’s skull is evidence enough to make him uneasy enough to come after it?”

“How clever you are. It’s definitely a possibility, isn’t it?” His hand dropped away from her throat. “But I believe I’ve told you enough. Aren’t you curious that I decided to confide in you?”

“No, I knew it would all come out sometime. You want to talk about Kevin. He dominates your every thought. You were able to restrain yourself as long as you thought that you might deceive and soothe me as you did those little girls you lured for your son.” She reached up and rubbed her throat. She could still feel the bruising imprint of his fingers. “But, as you said, it made you angry that I wouldn’t be fooled when you knew how good you were at it.”

“I am good. Kevin always told me what a talent I had. It’s not as if I made it harder for the little girls. I actually made them feel safe for a little while longer. I tried to do the same for you.”

“Liar. That’s only your peculiar brand of ego.”

“That’s not true.” His brow wrinkled in a deep frown. “If you had—” He stopped and shrugged. “If you realized that, then you’re not as clever as I thought. You knew you were taking a giant risk to break into that desk.”

“I could see you were near the breaking point. I was tired of pretending that I didn’t know that no matter what I did, you would kill me anyway. You will, won’t you?”

He nodded slowly. “I’m afraid I can’t do anything else.”

“Then why should I complete that reconstruction?”

“Jane MacGuire?”

“That dog won’t hunt. I have to rely on Joe to make sure that Jane is safe. I told him to care for her. I’d trust Joe against your Blick any day.”

“Then to buy time on the chance that someone will come to save you?” His gaze was narrowed on her face. “I hate to rely on that reason. I’ve noticed you don’t have a healthy fear of death. But you do care about Joe Quinn and Jane MacGuire and their love for you. You wouldn’t want them to suffer when they found you dead.” He tilted his head consideringly. “Perhaps in the same state I found Kevin, with your skull detached and burned beyond recognition.”

“No, I wouldn’t want them to find me like that.” It would be a memory neither of them would be able to forget for the rest of their lives.

“I didn’t think you would.” He made a mocking gesture toward Kevin’s reconstruction. “Then by all means continue. He’s waiting.”

Yes, Kevin was waiting.

Eve could feel that silent waiting like the pull of a whirlpool drawing her toward him.

“Do it. I promise that they won’t find you as I did Kevin.” He coaxed softly. “Believe me.”

She didn’t believe him. He would do whatever he chose to punish everyone connected with Kevin’s death no matter how distant.

But, as he said, it would buy time. She wasn’t about to let either Doane or Kevin beat her. She was going to live.

“You’re damn right that’s not going to happen.” She got to her feet and moved across the room. “I’ll finish your damn reconstruction. I admit, I’m curious about Kevin. I’ve never re-created the face of a monster. I want to see if I can do it.”

She slowly settled herself on her stool in front of the skull.

Here we are, together again, Kevin.

But now we’re more on even footing. I know what a cowardly beast you are. I know how you used people, even that slimeball of a father. And you’re so dark and full of fury that you won’t let go even now. I didn’t realize that evil lasted beyond the grave. I hoped with all my heart that it ended when life did.

Though Bonnie had tried to tell her.

Bonnie. Her memory was like a cool mountain breeze, lifting the oppression and darkness.

Fury. Darkness. Nausea.

She gasped, and a shudder went through her. It felt as if she’d been grabbed and squeezed, her lungs compressed until she couldn’t breathe.

So you don’t like me to think about Bonnie, you son of a bitch. Why? Because she gives me strength?

She had a sudden chilling thought. Or is it because our bond gives Bonnie strength?

He likes little girls. Isn’t it nice that he still has one available?

Rage tore through her, burning away all weakness.

No way. You’re nothing, you won’t get near her. Crawl back in your cave, you slug.

“You’ve been naughty,” Doane said maliciously from his chair. “Kevin punished you, didn’t he? He didn’t like it when you tried to hurt me. He’s very protective. Though I’m sure he approves of your knowing how awesome he can be.”

“Protective? You poor fool, the only reason he ever tried to protect you was so that he’d have someone to do his bidding. And if that black heart of his has somehow managed to escape hell, you’re still only a means to an end to him.”

“You lie.” His cheeks flushed. “You’ll see that he cares about me.”

“How? You mean if I live long enough.”

“You’ll live long enough. Kevin would like you to see his enemies destroyed.” He leaned back in his chair. “Work. You’re wasting time.”