Griffin was staring at her, frowning. Then as Beth jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car, he slowly shook his head. “And I thought you were such a quiet, gentle little thing.”

“I’m not a thing. I’m a woman who can be what she wants to be. Just another one of your mistakes, Griffin.”

She stepped on the accelerator, and the next moment, she was halfway down the street.

Kendra’s lips curved in a ghost of a smile. “He won’t make that mistake again. I didn’t need you to defend me, but I thank you anyway, Beth.”

“It felt like you needed me. Besides, no one should have to take that kind of abuse when they’re in pain. I felt like giving him a karate kick.”

“I believe you translated that in verbal terms.” She looked back at Sam. “Are you okay? You’re very quiet.”

“I was just enjoying Beth. I think it’s always going to be entertaining to see her effect on the unsuspecting. I needed that right now.” He met Kendra’s eyes. “You needed it, too. I know you think we failed, and a man died because of it, but I don’t believe that’s true. I’ve been going over it in my mind, and I don’t think I made a mistake. I just have to get back to my lab and find out what happened.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” She was trying to think, trying to get over the numbing horror, trying to find hope again. “You’re right, we have to take this all apart and see what happened, see how he managed to do this sleight of hand.” What a whimsical term for that hideous, deadly act, she thought. “He enjoyed that hour when he was holding us all hostage. I could see it in his expression. That means he won’t want it to be over. Colby will be searching for a way to top himself.”

“And he’ll be in contact again,” Sam said. “I’ll have another shot at him.”

“Maybe,” Kendra said. “Who the hell knows how he’ll make contact?”

“He likes computers, they’ve been successful for him, and he thinks that he’s beaten us with them,” Sam said. “I’d bet that he’ll use them again.” He turned to Beth. “Find me that computer tech he has on a leash, I have to know how he’s going to do it.”

“I’m trying. I’m making progress but I haven’t had a chance to—” Beth nodded. “I’ll get him for you. Kendra, I’ll send you a couple names I thought were promising, and you can do a search. I’ll do the other three. Okay?”

“Okay.” They’d arrived at her condo, and she opened the passenger door. “I’ll get right on it. You’re staying with Sam, Beth?”

“Yes, he might need me.” She looked at the door of the condo. “It might not be a bad idea for you to change your mind and come back to Lynch’s house with us.”

“Why?” She got out of the car. “Nothing’s changed as far as I’m concerned. Colby doesn’t want to end it yet. I told you, he enjoyed that kill. That means I’m relatively safe wherever I am.”

“Relatively?”

Kendra shook her head. “It’s a word I’ve lived with since I knew Colby hadn’t died in that prison. Yes, he could change his mind in a heartbeat, but we have to play his game.” She headed for the front entrance. “Go back to Lynch’s and get to work. Send me those computer-expert prospects to work on, and I’ll dive in right away. Work may be the only way we’ll be able to block the memory of Stokes’s face on that monitor.”

*   *   *

“I SEE THAT YOU THINK Joseph Northrup might be our man,” Kendra told Beth on the phone the next day after going through her hacker prospects. “I agree. Computer degree at MIT. Something of a boy genius and graduated from the university when he was only nineteen. Offered a number of positions at think tanks around the country but evidently he thought he was meant for better things.”

“Right,” Beth said. “That’s why he’s at the top of my list. He was arrested for hacking into the stock exchange and manipulating funds. He was paroled after two years and was still considered a hot commodity in the job market. He’s held a few jobs in the last six years but dropped out of sight a year ago. Sounds like a firm possibility. How can we find out where he is?”

“I’ll check with SDPD and see if they can do it. I imagine they’ll be eager to help. They’ve lost one of their own, and they’ll be going after his killer at full force. Our main problem will be to keep them from arresting Northrup before Colby knows we’re after him.”

“And eliminating a witness who may know where he is.”

“He wouldn’t allow Northrup to live one day beyond his usefulness. I’ll get on it.” Kendra hung up, then hesitated before she called the police.

She was reluctant to involve them because of those highly charged feelings she’d mentioned. Northrup might be their only lead to find Colby, and she was frantic not to blow it. But they had to find him fast, and she didn’t have the contacts to—

Her phone rang, and she glanced at the ID.

Griffin.

“I’m downstairs,” he said when she picked up. “I want to talk. Buzz me in.”

“By all means.” She buzzed him into the building and was at the door when he arrived at the condo. “What is it, Griffin?”

“I want to apologize.” He was scowling as he walked into the foyer. “I didn’t take in consideration the fact that you were almost in shock. I was a little rude.”

“Yes, you were. But that seldom provokes an apology from you unless it’s someone you need something from.”

“Accept it graciously. It’s all you’ll get from me. I’ve been going through hell. The media is roasting me alive for not realizing that Colby was still alive. By the way, you’re their heroine.”

“Today. Tomorrow it may change again,” she said. “Is that why you’re here, so that you give a press release that you apologized to me?”

“I’ve already told them that I thought there was a possibility you might be right. After all, I was working on those trophy IDs with you.”

“One toe testing the water. You weren’t admitting the possibility until there was cast-iron proof.”

“Well, now we have it.” He waved his hand dismissingly. “Water under the bridge.”

“Not necessarily. Is that all that you came to say?”

“No. I wanted to tell you that after we went bust at that house on San Miguel yesterday, I called Quantico. I got one of our top cyberdivision guys in Quantico, Tom Sims, to call Sam Zackoff and team up to figure what really happened yesterday. They worked all night but just came up with the answer only minutes before I got here. Turns out while we were busting our asses to save Stokes, he was already dead. Before we even knew Colby had taken him.”

“Are you sure?”

Griffin nodded. “At one point, the screen cut to black for a few moments. When the picture came back, we were seeing a recording, most likely hours old. It was streaming from a hard drive in that house. There was no way Zackoff, or anybody, could have known. The online trail ended right there.”

“We never had a chance.” All that heartache and hope and agony had been for nothing. “He was playing with us.” She was shaking just thinking about it. She turned away. “Okay, you’ve done your duty. You can leave now.”

“Not until I tell you that we have to work together. Look, I’ve already called Quantico and given Zackoff our prize computer expert to help him. Doesn’t that prove I’m going all out? I have to get Colby right away because the media won’t be off my ass until I do.”

“Not because there might be more murders until he’s caught?”

“Of course that’s true. But you wouldn’t believe it if I gave you any but the most selfish of motives. I have many reasons why I have to move fast on this.” He smiled faintly. “So do you. It’s time we launched a major campaign in that direction.”

“I already have, Griffin.”

“Stop being hardheaded. We both know you need me. Work with me.”

“So the media can see us arm in arm going after the bad guy.”

“Partly.” He paused. “I need you, Kendra. Remember the night you came to me and told me that? Now the tables are turned.” He added, “We’ve found Stokes’s body.”