guessed it.”
“I did come to ask his help, but he refused me.”
“But you wouldn’t stop, you’d keep after him. You’re determined, and you’d have convinced him to trap me.”
“Put the knife down, Ted,” the priest said quietly. “It’s you who will be hurt if you keep this up.”
“I can’t put it down. It’s all up to me now,” Danner said hoarsely. “You wouldn’t help me, you wouldn’t tell me what I needed to know. I asked you and asked you. You were probably protecting her and hoping I wouldn’t know. Now I have to do it all myself.” He stepped back and gestured with the knife. “Come in and close the door, Eve. Throw your handbag on that couch and come forward with your hands raised.”
“When you let Father Barnabas leave.”
“I can’t do that. He’s not my friend any longer. He would run and tell everyone where I am.”
“Do you mean tell your nephew, John? He’s not here.”
“I know. I watched him drive away. I would have waited if he’d still been here. He would have tried to stop me, and I might have hurt him. I mustn’t hurt John.”
“Because you love him,” Father Barnabas said gently. “Can’t you see that’s going to happen sooner or later unless you give yourself up to the authorities? How many times have you told me how much alike the two of you are? It will be either you or him, Ted.”
“It will be later, and, by that time, I won’t care if he kills me. It won’t matter.” He grabbed the priest’s arm and pulled him up from the chair. “Eve, go out ahead of us through the back door to the garden. Then we’re all going to go out the garden gate and up the street to where my car is parked. When we reach it, I’ll let the priest go.” He met Eve’s gaze. “Don’t try to run, don’t make any attempt to attract attention, or I’ll put this knife in his back.”
“No!” She quickly came into the study and closed the door. She threw her handbag on the couch. “You want me to come with you? Why?”
“You have to come with me. You’re the reason I came here.”
“She’s not a demon, Ted,” the priest said. “Tie her up and let’s get out of here. I’ll go with you somewhere, and we’ll talk.”
“I know she’s not a demon. I was wrong. I understand now. It’s not a question of demons.” He pushed Father Barnabas toward the door. “I know how to keep them under control now. Coming, Eve? She’s waiting for you. I’ll take you to her.”
Eve stiffened as if he’d struck her. “What are you talking about, Danner?” But she had a chilling idea that she knew what he was talking about.
“The little girl.”
Eve’s breath left her body.
“You’re not taking her anywhere, Ted,” Father Barnabas said. “This isn’t smart.”
“You can’t expect a madman to be smart,” Danner’s lips twisted. “Do you think I don’t know you’ve always thought I was crazy? You were always so gentle, so patronizing. But you weren’t there. You didn’t see them.”
“You are smart. And you can choose to fight madness or let it destroy you. We’ve talked about that before. Come with me, let me talk to you.” He paused. “I can’t let you do this.”
Oh, Lord. Danner couldn’t see the priest’s expression, but Eve could. He was going to make a move on Danner.
And Danner’s knife was within six inches of Danner’s back.
She moved swiftly toward the desk. “Stay out of this, Father. This is between Danner and me.”
But Father Barnabas’s muscles were bunching, tensing.
And she couldn’t let him attack Danner to save her.
She was too far from Danner to attack him. But there was a granite paperweight on the desk.
The priest was going to make his move. He started to turn on Danner.
“No!” She leaped forward and snatched up the paperweight on the desk. She brought it down on the priest’s head, then moved to get between him and Danner’s knife.
The priest staggered and fell against the desk.
The edge of Danner’s hand sliced down on the side of the priest’s neck in a karate chop.
Danner stepped back as he watched Father Barnabas crumple and fall unconscious to the floor. “Fool,” he muttered. “I didn’t want to hurt him. I like him.”
“But you threatened him,” she said. “What did you expect? He’s a man who would try to guard and protect. It’s his vocation.”
“I know, I know. But he should take care of himself. He made me do it.” He glanced at the granite paperweight still in her hand. “Drop that and come along. Or you might force me to reconsider my feelings about Father Barnabas.”
She hesitated. It was her only weapon.
But it had only been effective because she’d had the advantage of surprise. She released the paperweight, and it fell to the floor. “You said something before.” She moistened her lips. “You said ‘she’s waiting. The little girl.’ What did you mean? Why do you want me to go with you?”
“Because she wants you to go.” He gestured with the knife. “We have to leave now. Someone might come.”
She didn’t move. “She?”
He opened the door to the garden. “I keep telling you, the little girl.”
She inhaled sharply. “What do you-”
He shook his head. “No more talk. It can’t happen here. It’s not the right place. Come on.”
She stared at him, her heart pounding. What was the right place?
The words of a madman?
Or a message from Bonnie? The opportunity to bring her daughter home.
“Why are you being stubborn?” He was frowning. “You have no choice.”
She had a choice, but if she made the wrong one, he might kill her right now, and Bonnie might be lost forever.
And wasn’t this what she had wanted? To find Ted Danner, to make contact and make sure that he was Bonnie’s killer? To find Bonnie? It might not be the way she wanted it to happen, to be helpless and at his mercy. Of course it wasn’t the way she wanted it to happen. But she might still be able to work the situation to her advantage. She had no weapons, but Joe had trained her in hand-to-hand martial arts and Danner might not expect her to be versed in any deadly skills.
She moved toward him. “I’m coming.”
“I thought you would once I got rid of the priest.” He stepped aside to let her precede him. “I knew everything was going to come out all right for me. I should have relied on myself in the beginning. But I was so afraid…”
THERE WAS A POLICE CAR parked in front of the cathedral, its lights blinking.
“Oh, shit.” Gallo pulled up behind the police car and jumped out of the car. A TV news truck pulled in right behind him, and techs and reporters were right behind Gallo as he took the steps two at a time and burst through the front entrance of the cathedral. Father Barnabas and Father Dominic were sitting in a pew talking to two men dressed in dark suits, and there was a uniformed officer beside the altar.
Gallo stopped short as the media crews poured down the aisle on either side of him and ran toward the priests and police.
Not good.
No Eve.
Father Barnabas looked up and saw him and fought his way through the ring of reporters and strode toward him down the aisle. “I’m sorry,” he said gently. “I tried to stop him.”
“My uncle?” Gallo said jerkily. “Eve? What the hell happened? I thought she was safe. I was gone less than two hours. Did he hurt her?”
The priest shook his head. “I don’t think so. He wanted her to go with him. He threatened me to make her do
