They tore through the gates and she jumped out of the car and ran into the house.

"Eve." Joe was running after her.

Jane was safe. Jane had two guards to protect her, and Sarah and Monty.

But Dom had gotten to the porch of Joe's cottage at the lake.

She took the stairs two at a time.

She flung open Jane's door.

The bed was rumpled, the covers thrown back.

Jane was not in the bed.

"Let's try Sarah," Joe said behind her.

Sarah sat up groggily when they barged in her room. "What is it?"

"Jane. We can't find--" Eve sat on the bed in relief. "Thank God."

Jane was curled up beside Monty on a blanket on the floor beside Sarah's bed.

"She came in a couple of hours ago," Sarah said. "She said she had a bad dream about Monty and asked if she could stay. It's okay, isn't it?"

Eve nodded, trying to quiet her pounding heart. "It's fine. I was just scared. Sorry I woke you."

"No problem."

Eve and Joe walked out. "God, I was afraid," she said.

"Me too." Joe put his arm around her. "Come on, let's go make some coffee. I could use a caffeine jolt."

SARAH CAME INTO the kitchen almost an hour later. "Okay. What's happening?" She yawned. "I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't because I got to thinking."

"We didn't want to bother you." Joe poured her a cup of coffee.

"Well, you didn't bother Jane and Monty. They're sleeping." She sipped her coffee. "The sleep of the innocent. It's a wonderful thing. Now, why were you scared about Jane?"

Sarah had finished her second cup of coffee by the time they'd filled her in. She leaned back in her chair. "So it's almost over."

"It's not over until he's dead or behind bars," Eve said.

"But you have a face and a name now. If he slips through the FBI's hands, put him on America's Most Wanted or some show like that. Someone's always finding murderers."

"You make it sound very simple," Joe said dryly.

"I have a very simple nature." Sarah smiled. "It comes from living with dogs. Everything's black and white, and you reach your goal by using the most direct path possible. That's why I work rescue instead of being a cop like you, Joe. I couldn't stand--"

The phone rang. Eve picked up the wall extension.

"Get out of there," Spiro said. "Tell Joe to get you and Jane away from there."

"Why? Dom?"

"No, there's no sign of Dom. But the Phoenix PD should be on your doorstep any minute."

"Why? Was I recognized at the wreck site?"

"They got an anonymous tip about where you could be found. Now, guess who would call that in?"

"Grunard."

"Right. He evidently wants to blast you out of your fortress."

"And he's doing it." She tried to think. "But if they put me in jail, he wouldn't be able to--"

"Jane won't be in jail. She'll go right back into Atlanta welfare custody."

If Jane was returned to welfare they'd be back to square one. "How much time do we have?"

"Zilch. Get out of there now."

She hung up. "The Phoenix PD is on their way here. They got a tip about Jane and me." She turned to Sarah. "You and Monty get out of here. Call Logan and tell him what's happened."

Sarah headed for the door. "I'm on my way."

Eve nodded. "I'll go get Jane. Throw some things into a suitcase, Joe."

THEY MADE IT only as far as the front gates. As the gates swung open, they saw the blinking lights of patrol cars just turning the corner onto the street.

Joe swore under his breath.

"Get out," Eve snapped at him.

"What?"

"Get out and hide in the bushes. It's Jane and me they want."

"And I'm supposed to leave you?"

"I'll be in jail. You're the one who'll have to keep an eye on Jane."

Joe muttered another curse but dove out the door and into the bushes beside the driveway. Eve slid behind the wheel and drove through the gates.

The headlights of the police car almost blinded her as it blocked her path.

"WELL, THIS IS a fine mess you've gotten us into," Logan said. "And that prison garb isn't at all becoming."

"You shouldn't have come here." Eve leaned forward to look at him through the glass. "And it's my mess, not yours."

"Not correct. Are they treating you okay?"

"As well as they treat any other felon. I've been in here only twenty-four hours, and that's enough to make me never want to even jaywalk. But there is a lot of time for thinking." Her folded hands clenched together in front of her. "I think that may be what Grunard wanted. He wanted to show me that even if he was on the run, he could still reach out and touch me. He wanted me to feel helpless and wonder what was happening to Jane. It worked. I nearly went crazy last night. Did Sarah call you?"