"Nothing human. Monty knows the difference." She took off the dog's leash, then her own belt, and turned to Jane. "He's off duty now. Why don't you go play with him? He'd like that."

"Okay." Jane didn't have to be asked twice.

Sarah watched her run out into the field with Monty at her heels. "Monty likes her."

"She absolutely loves him."

"She's got good taste."

"Thanks for letting her trail along with you. She's had it pretty rough. Being with Monty is good for her."

"It's not her fault I've been railroaded into doing this." She looked pointedly at Eve. "It's yours."

Eve flinched. "You're right. So I might as well drive you as hard as I can while I've got you. You're not going to think any less of me."

"You have other sites in mind?"

"About eleven. They all have 'light' in their names."

"Eleven?"

Eve got out her city map and pointed to areas she'd circled. "Maybe twelve."

"You'll never make it in two days."

"We'll do the ones closest to Debby Jordan's church first. Is there any limit to how long Monty will be effective?"

"No, we worked for seventy-two hours straight in Tegucigalpa with only short rests. But you saw how long it took to rule out just this field."

"Then we'd better get moving." Eve folded the map. "Moonlight Creek is just fifteen minutes from here. We need to search both sides of the bank."

"That will take even longer than this field."

Eve got into her car. "Call Monty and Jane."

Sarah stared at her for a moment and then smiled grudgingly. "You don't know when you're beaten, do you?"

"Do you?"

Sarah turned and called, "Jane, bring my dog back. We've got work to do."

THEY SEARCHED UNTIL almost midnight but managed to rule out only four other sites. Seven left.

"That's it." Sarah took the leash off Monty. "We're calling it a day. I'm so tired, I can't see anymore."

"You don't have to see. Monty just has to smell."

Sarah shook her head. "God, you're one hard bitch."

"I have to be." Eve looked at Jane, who was asleep in the backseat.

Sarah's gaze followed hers. "He really kills kids?"

"He really does."

"Bastard."

"One more hour."

Sarah shook her head. "We can't see. I could get Monty hurt. I don't have that right."

"You said you worked longer in Honduras."

"We were trying to save lives, not find bodies." She gestured to Monty, and he jumped into the Jeep. "We're quitting for tonight."

"We didn't cover as many sites as I hoped."

"I told you we wouldn't."

"I know. I just wanted . . . you're not giving me enough time."

"Too bad."

"Yes, it is."

Sarah got into the Jeep. "We'll start at dawn tomorrow," she told Eve.

"Dawn?"

"Don't you want a full day?"

"Of course I do. But I thought that you--"

"Monty and I don't work banker's hours. I promised you two days. You'll get them."

Before Eve could reply, Sarah's Jeep was roaring down the road.

She got into her car and headed home.

Sarah was tough but not as tough as Eve had first thought. She had worked tirelessly, to the point of exhaustion, and would get only a few hours' sleep tonight before starting out again in the morning. Obviously, she had a soft spot for kids. Maybe Eve could persuade her to search more days and--

Her digital phone rang.

"You're keeping late hours," Dom said. "Are you becoming a little frantic, Eve?"

Oh, God.

"You woke me up."

"Not unless you're asleep at the wheel."

Don't panic. It could have been a guess. "You haven't called in a while. I was hoping I was rid of you."

"It's been only a few days. I've enjoyed watching you scramble to find the lovely soprano."

"You're bluffing. You don't know where I am."

"I didn't for a little while. You slipped out of Atlanta very quietly. But I knew it was only a matter of time before you figured out the identity of my soprano. I only had to stake out Debby Jordan's home."

"I never went to her home."

"But one of John Logan's men did. It was easy to track him to Logan and Logan to you. Is he the one who helped you get out of Atlanta?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He chuckled. "You're trying to protect him. I'm not annoyed with Logan. He's just made the situation more interesting. Though I admit I was puzzled when you didn't show up on the grieving widower's doorstep and question him yourself. But I should have known you wouldn't do the obvious thing. Using Sarah Patrick is a stroke of genius. Too bad you went to the wrong places."