"Too serious to discount the possibility."

"The dossier Venable sent us didn't mention any penchant for violence." She added with frustration, "But then it mentioned damn little about anything. Doesn't anyone at the CIA know more about him?"

"Not that I'm aware."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"I don't have any reason to lie to you. But I wouldn't count on Montalvo not being violent just because it's not on his rap sheet."

"He could have sent me Gonzales's head in that box and he sent a fake instead."

"That could only mean he's smart enough to realize that would turn you off. He got your attention and now he still has Gonzales to bargain with. Believe me, he doesn't hesitate to kill."

"How do you know?"

"Because he wanted me to know." He paused. "I was invited on a hunting expedition last night. No, not invited, commanded to come along."

"Hunting?"

"A man named Aquila. I don't know what he'd done to Montalvo but it was enough to make him so scared he took off into the jungle. Montalvo and his first lieutenant, Miguel, went after him. There wasn't any question of bringing him back alive. He was a dead man from the moment Montalvo started after him."

"He caught up with him?"

"After five hours of tracking. Then Montalvo went on alone to get him. He blew half his head off."

"Jesus."

"And then he told Miguel to bury him in the jungle and went off about his business." He paused. "And I'm sure that business was you."

"Why?"

"Because Montalvo is no exhibitionist. He had a reason for making me go along. He wanted me to see him put down Aquila. He wanted me to tell you about it."

"Because he knew I'd ask the same questions of you that I did. He wanted to let me know that he'd follow through." Lord, Montalvo was intelligent. He seemed to know what she was thinking, what she would do before she did it. "Did he do it just to make a point?"

"No, he said it was an opportunity that presented itself."

She shivered. "Some opportunity."

"Well, you have your answer."

Yes, she had her answer to everything but the question she'd first asked. "Can you get that family away without Mon-talvo blowing their heads off?"

"I'm doing my best. Venable's sending help."

"That's not good enough."

"I know," Soldono said wearily. "Half the time the work I do isn't good enough. It's all compromises. I'm doing what I can. I'll call you when I know more." He hung up.

She hoped when he called her it would be to give her better news, she thought with frustration. She'd been impatient with Soldono, but he'd probably been doing his job in the most efficient way possible under the circumstances. He was sitting in Montalvo's house and being constantly watched.

It was strange but she felt as if Montalvo were also watching her. She could imagine him sitting like a panther, waiting, watching, blocking every exit before she reached it.

She stared out at the lake. The sun had started to go down and red flames streaked the water. So much beauty. At times it took her breath away. She would remember moments like this forever.

Remember? She experienced moments like this every day of her life. There was no need for memory.

She had to get back to Joe and tell him about the call from Soldono. Maybe not tell him quite everything. He was already on edge and disturbed. He didn't need to know about the man Montalvo had killed. It wouldn't have surprised him, but it would give him more ammunition to hurl at her for dealing with Montalvo at all.

She turned and headed back toward the cottage. She wasn't going to be dissuaded from continuing her contact with Montalvo but she, too, needed ammunition. That dossier was ridiculously sparse and it made her feel helpless. She couldn't tolerate feeling helpless. There had been too much of that agony after Bonnie's death. It was the primary reason she had gone back to school to be a forensic sculptor. It had been a way to strike back, to have a purpose.

Knowledge was power. Knowledge was strength. To deal with Montalvo she'd need quantities of both.

"Soldono called while I was down by the lake," she told Joe when she went into the cottage. "He's striking out. He hasn't got Gonzales and his family out of the country yet. Venable's sending him help." She went to the coffeepot on the counter and poured a cup. "And he doesn't know any more information than what's in that report. Or so he says." She lifted the cup to her lips. "I tend to believe him. If the CIA is keeping his background under wraps, they haven't told Soldono."

"It's not bright not telling an agent information he might be able to use in the field."

"I agree. We need all the information we can get about Montalvo." She paused. "That's why I'm going to call Galen."

"I'm not surprised. I could see it coming. He may not be able to help, you know."

"And he may. Galen deals in buying and selling information, among other things. The CIA may not be able to find out anything about Montalvo but I'd bet on Galen."

"You have in the past." He looked down at the coffee in his cup. "But you haven't even spoken to him for months. Elena and he have a little girl now. You're his friend but relationships have a tendency to break down when new bonds are formed."

"Not with Galen." She and Galen had become too close in the time they had spent together. "He'll have time for me. I'm not asking him to fly off to Colombia and scout out Montalvo. All I want is information. I'll call him right after supper." She opened the freezer. "How about me putting a frozen lasagna into the oven?"

"Fine." He paused. "You didn't ask me about my check call to Valdosta."

She took out the lasagna. "Oh, what did you find out?"

"The fax wasn't doctored. But that's what you expected, wasn't it?"

"It's good to have it confirmed." But she'd really had no doubt that Montalvo had been telling the truth. It would have been too easy to check and he wouldn't have wanted to be discredited in her eyes. He'd gone to extreme lengths to make sure that she didn't think he was either a liar or a charlatan. "Thanks for going to the trouble."

"No trouble." He turned on the oven. "I have a feeling the trouble is yet to come."

"Montalvo?" Galen repeated. "I've heard of him. But nothing that you'd call confidential information."

"Can you find out anything for me?"

"Of course, luv." Galen sighed. "I'd offer to dispose of him for you but my Elena would object. She's making me as tame as a pussycat."

Eve chuckled. "I can't see it. Particularly since Elena was once more lethal than you."

"She was not." His English accent became more pronounced in his indignation. "We came together on equal ground. Of course my ground sometimes is a bit more equal than hers. Oh well, we're compatible in almost every other way."

"I imagine you are since you managed to conceive a child between bouts. How is Elspeth?"

"Glowing, beautiful, sweet, clever, amazing, I don't see why they say two is so terrible. She's an absolute-" He broke off. "No, Elspeth, do not take a bath in the dog's drinking water. That's not a good thing. You may be clean but the puppy isn't so lucky. Why aren't you listening to me?" Eve heard the sound of a child's crowing in the background and then a cry of protest. "Okay, I've got her under my arm. What was I saying?"

"Elspeth is clever, amazing, and sweet."

"Also stubborn, single-minded, and utterly dictatorial. And being almost two has nothing to do with it. She's her mother's child."

"And Elena probably says the same about you."

"Undoubtedly. They gang up on me. You have no idea how a daughter can rule your life until you-" He stopped. "God, I'm sorry, Eve. I didn't think."

"Stop it. Do you think I don't wish you every minute of joy with Elspeth? It's one of the greatest experiences you'll ever know. Just hold her close, Galen."