“They’ll still find us. There are always leaks.'
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He smiled. 'I have a few ideas on how to circumvent them. Trust me.' She couldn’t do anything else. She leaned back in the seat and tried to relax. It was going to be a long flight, and she had to rest to be ready for the work that lay ahead.
A child’s skull to bring to life.
Bonnie?
'Come on.' Joe grabbed her arm after they’d cleared Customs. 'We can’t go out in the waiting area. There’s a mob of reporters out there.' He smiled at the red-coated customer service representative beside him. 'Right, Don?'
'Enough to cause you a big problem. This way.' He led them toward an emergency exit. 'A skycap will bring the bags.'
'Where are we going?' Eve asked as they went down a stairway. 'Employees entrance leading outside the North Terminal,' Joe answered. 'I thought there would be a leak and called Don to help us.' Don ushered them through a long hall and out into the street in front of the terminal.
'Thanks, Don.”
“No problem.' Don waved over the skycap who had just come out the door. 'I owed you a favor, Joe.'
Eve watched Don disappear back into the terminal. 'Okay, now that we’re away from— What are you doing?'
Joe was in the middle of the street. 'Hailing your own personal cab.' A gray Oldsmobile pulled to a stop beside them. A woman was at the wheel. 'Mom?'
Sandra Duncan smiled. 'I feel like an undercover agent or something. Were there reporters at Customs?'
'So I was told,' Joe said as he and the skycap loaded the luggage into the trunk. 'I thought there would be when I saw the newspaper this morning.' Joe tipped the skycap. Eve jumped in the front seat and Joe got in the back. A few seconds later her mother was driving down the street toward the airport exit.
'Joe called you?' Eve asked.
'Somebody had to do it.' Sandra grinned at her. 'Since my own daughter didn’t see fit to let me know.'
'I would have called you once we were settled.'
'But now I have you to myself until we get to Joe’s place.' She gave her an appraising glance.
'You look good. You may have put on a pound or two.'
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'Maybe.'
'And you have freckles.”
“That’s what Joe said.'
'You should have worn your sunscreen.”
“Joe said that too.'
'Joe has good sense.'
'You look wonderful.' It was true. Her mother looked young, chic, and glowing with health and vitality. 'How’s Ron?'
'As good as can be expected.' Her eyes were twinkling. 'He says I exhaust him. I do lead him a pretty strenuous dance. But what the hell. Life’s too short not to enjoy it.'
'How’s your job?'
“Fine.'
'This is a weekday. Am I making you miss work?'
'Yep, but they were glad I didn’t come in. After the story in the paper this morning, they knew reporters would be all over the court-house if I showed up.'
'I’m sorry, Mom.'
'It doesn’t matter. I’m the best court reporter they have, and they know it. All this uproar will die down again just like it did the last time.' She glanced over her shoulder at Joe. 'I’m heading up north toward your cottage. Do you want to stop anywhere?'
Joe shook his head. 'No, but I want you to drive around the city a little to make sure we’re not followed.'
'Right.' Sandra glanced at Eve, her expression sobering. 'Joe says the chances aren’t good, Eve.
It may not be Bonnie.'
'A lousy chance is better than none at all.' She smiled. 'And stop fretting, Mom. It’s going to be okay. Whatever happens, I can handle it.'
'You know I don’t approve of this. You’ve got to let her go before you tear yourself apart. I loved Bonnie too,
