'Where is she, Mark?'
'I’ve invested a lot of time and effort in this story. Eve doesn’t want you to know where she is.'
'I’m going to find her.'
'Then you’ll do it without my help.'
“I don’t think so. I’ll find her or I’ll find you. Believe me, you’ll prefer that I find Eve.'
'Is that a threat, Joe?'
'You’d better believe it. Where is she?”
“Let’s just say that she’s following Dom’s lead.”
“What lead?'
'That’s for me to know and you to find out,' Mark said silkily. 'I don’t like being threatened, Joe.' He hung up.
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Joe leaned back in his chair, chilled to the bone. Christ.
Don’t let fear get to you. Just find her. Keep at Mark until you’ve wrung every drop of information out of him.
He dialed Mark’s number again.
Just find her.
Monty was howling.
Sarah sat upright in bed. Monty almost never howled.
She turned on the bedside lamp and swung her feet to the floor. He howled again and then broke off.
Oh, God.
She was through the front door in a heartbeat. 'Monty?' No answer.
She turned on the living room light, then walked back outside, keeping the door open.
'Monty?'
No sound. Her hands clenched at her sides. 'Monty, where are—'
Something beside his water dish. A large steak with bites taken out of it. She never gave Monty red meat. 'No.'
She ran out into the darkness. 'Monty!'
She tripped over something furry. Something limp that— Please. Please. No.
'Monty!'
Someone was honking, lying on the horn until it ripped through the night.
What the hell?
Eve pushed away from the computer and stood up. The phone on the desk rang.
'We have an intruder at the gates,' Herb Booker said. 'Please stay inside the house until we check it out.'
'For God’s sake, it has to be a drunk. I can’t imagine anyone very menacing waking the entire neighborhood.'
'Please stay inside.'
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'He’ll wake Jane up, dammit.' She headed for the front door. The horn was still blaring as she walked down the driveway toward the gates.
Juan Lopez was there before her.
Sarah Patrick’s Jeep was stopped outside the gates. 'Let me in, dammit.”
“Open up,' Eve told Lopez.
He pressed a remote and the gates swung open. Sarah drove past Eve and up to the front door.
'It’s okay,' Eve told the security men.
Sarah was climbing out of the Jeep when Eve caught up with her. Eve took one look at her face and asked, 'What’s wrong?'
'What’s not wrong?' Sarah said. 'Son of a bitch. Dirty son of a bitch. I want to kill him.'
'Dom?'
'Who else? No one else—'
