"Quinn?"

She nodded.

He smiled sardonically. "But you had no idea where he is."

"I still don't. I know only that he's guarding Jane."

He dropped the subject. "Where do you want to go?"

"Back to the house. I have some work to do."

"Work?"

"Telephone calls and then I need to get on the computer."

"You're not planning to hire a hit man to get Grunard, I trust?"

"It's an appealing idea." She shook her head. "But that's not what I had in mind."

"Am I allowed to help?"

"You bet you are."

SARAH PATRICK MET Eve as she walked into the foyer. "Welcome home." She glanced at Logan. "You evidently did something right."

"I didn't dare do anything else. I'm scared of Monty." He turned to Eve. "You'll have what you need in a couple of hours. Okay?"

She nodded. "Thanks, Logan. I owe you."

"Friends never owe friends." He smiled. "Remember that."

"Then is it okay if I'm grateful?"

"Same answer." He headed for the front door.

But she did owe him, she thought as she headed to the office. And she'd owe him even more if he came through with the information she needed.

Sarah trailed along with her. "You look a little jumpy. Anything I can do?"

"You can check with the welfare office and make sure Jane is all right."

Sarah nodded. "I've been calling a couple of times a day. I tried to go see her, but they wouldn't let me and Monty in the place."

"Too bad. Seeing Monty would have made her feel better."

"That's what I thought. Have you had lunch?"

Eve shook her head. "But I'm not hungry. I've got work to do."

"Really?" Sarah studied her face. "You're excited."

"Logan said I was very calm."

"On the surface. Beneath you're seething like a geyser. Want to talk about it?"

Eve shook her head. "But I think I've found a way to get him."

DONE.

Eve pushed her chair back from the computer and covered her eyes with her shaking hand.

I've got you, Dom. I've got you.

Her phone rang.

"The caseworker from Atlanta, James Parkinson, and Jane just got into a squad car with two officers and are on their way to the airport," Joe said. "I'm following them."

"I didn't think they'd leave tonight."

"I didn't either. Parkinson was in and out of that welfare house in fifteen minutes. I'll call you when we get to the airport."

Eve tried to think. It was logical that the caseworker wanted Jane out of Phoenix now that Eve had been released. But Jane was more vulnerable outside the home and on the road.

A twisted mass of metal at the bottom of the ravine.

That couldn't happen twice. Besides, Joe was watching.

But so was Dom.

James Parkinson.

She called Joe back. "How do you know Parkinson is the social worker?"

"The squad car radioed the pickup back to the precinct, and I heard it on my radio."

"What does Parkinson look like?"

"He's black, heavyset, plump face. He would have had to show ID to both welfare administration and the officers in the squad car."

"IDs are easy to get, and Grunard's had time to plan." But she did feel a little better. "Watch closely, Joe."

"You know I will."

"I GUESS YOU' RE glad to be going home, young lady." Officer Rivera glanced back at Jane over his shoulder.

Jane didn't answer.

"I have a daughter about your age. She's on the softball team."

Jane gazed through the window, closing out Parkinson and the officers. She hadn't said a word since she'd gotten into the squad car. Poor kid, Rivera thought. He looked at Parkinson. "Is she going to be okay?"

Parkinson nodded, his white teeth flashing in his brown face as he smiled. "Just fine."

Jane suddenly stiffened, her gaze flying to Parkinson's face.

"There, honey, don't be scared." Parkinson patted her shoulder.

Jane went rigid and then slumped to one side.

"What's wrong with her?" Rivera said. "Pull over, Ken."

"Oh, no, don't do that," Parkinson said softly.

Then he shot Rivera in the head.

SHIT.

Joe's hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Something was wrong.

The squad car was weaving in and out of the city streets, even backtracking.