Eve

whereabouts.”

Joe glanced at the photo. “I’ll give it to Venable in case he doesn’t have it yet.”

“And there’s nothing in Black’s report that indicates he ever had a partner or even an associate. He was never in the service, and how that report from him on John Gallo ever got into Agency files is a mystery.”

“It seems everything about John Gallo is a mystery.” He handed her back the phone. “Except to you, Eve.”

She stiffened. “How can you say that? The John Gallo I knew doesn’t exist any longer. Any more than the girl I was back then exists.”

“That’s right, you told me that, didn’t you.” He turned. “I admit I’m very interested to meet John Gallo.”

And she hadn’t told him that Catherine might have a possible location on him. Her decision had evidently been made. “He may not be Bonnie’s killer. Catherine wasn’t sure.”

He went back into the house. “I’ll still be interested to meet him.”

Should she stay out here and wait for Catherine’s call or go in and go to bed?

She hesitated before following Joe inside. She’d let him have a little time to himself, then she had to talk to him. She was going to make him more angry and resentful before this was over, but she didn’t want the strain to go on right now. She wanted to be close to him and try to make him understand.

Make him understand that sixteen-year-old Eve? He’d already told her that he couldn’t comprehend her motives because that girl wasn’t the same person he knew.

Then talk to him, make him understand.

Joe was already in bed by the time she came into the bedroom. He was naked as usual, the sheet flung carelessly over his body.

“No call from Catherine?” he asked.

She shook her head and went into the bathroom. “I’m not waiting up for it.”

He was still lying in bed, his arm beneath his head, when she came out a few minutes later. His muscles were tense, his face without expression. “But you wanted to wait up for it, didn’t you? You just thought it would be more diplomatic to soothe the savage.”

“When have you known me to be diplomatic? Particularly with you. Our lives are based on being painfully up- front with each other.” She got into bed. “And you’re not a savage… most of the time.”

“You see, you know me very well,” he said mockingly. “All my moods, faults, and virtues. You know what I am and what I can be.”

“Not necessarily. If you’re claiming to be predictable, it’s far from the truth. You change, you surprise me.”

“Do I?” He paused. “But not as much as you surprise me. This one threw me into the stratosphere.”

“It wasn’t a surprise that I deliberately sprang on you. I was just as shocked as you were. Probably more.”

“And you’re straining at the leash to go on the hunt again.” He was staring into the darkness. “And I’m the leash, aren’t I? You want to break free and go find Paul Black… and Gallo.”

“I don’t regard you as some kind of restraint, Joe. You’ve always helped me.” Be honest. “It’s just that this time I’d feel more guilt if anything happened to you.” She wearily shook her head. “Or maybe not. I always worry that I’m going to get you killed when I’m the only one who should be putting her life on the line. Perhaps this time it just seems different.”

“Because of Gallo.”

“Yes. And because it could have been my mistake that caused Bonnie to be killed if I linked myself with a monster. You don’t blame me any more than I blame myself for being such an idiot.”

“I don’t blame you. I have no right. I was no saint when I was a kid. Hell, I’m no saint now. That’s not why I’m so damn upset.”

“Then why?”

“I’m jealous.”

“What?”

“Oh, not of Gallo,” he added grimly. “Though that may come. I’m jealous of the fact that there’s part of you I don’t know, that I might never know. I hadn’t thought about it before. When I met you, I knew I loved you almost from the very first. I couldn’t do anything about it because you were in agony about losing Bonnie, and you stayed that way for years. All I could do was stand by and be your friend. Then I got my chance, and I took it.”

“Thank God.”

“But because there was so much history between us, it blurred everything else. You were the complete package by the time I met you. I couldn’t imagine you any differently.”

“A very broken package.” She cuddled closer to him. “You helped put me back together. As I said, by that time, that other girl didn’t exist.”

“She has to exist. She’s part of you.” He added flatly, “And I don’t know her. I have to know her.”

Because Joe’s love was as possessive as it was passionate. Even Catherine had recognized that about him.

“What do you want to know?”

“I can’t demand, you have to offer. And you’re not willing to do that right now. Because I wasn’t part of your world, you don’t think I’d be able to relate.”

“And could you? You were a rich kid. You went to Harvard, for heaven’s sake. Do you want me to tell you about the stink of the projects, the graffiti on the walls? How it felt to be a teenage female and afraid of when I’d be targeted next? How I was afraid I’d never break free of them? As a cop, you’ve seen them, but you haven’t lived them.”

Silence. “And John Gallo has.”

“Yes, he told me that the project where he grew up was worse than the one where I lived.”

“So you became soul mates.”

“Our souls had nothing to do with it. Do you want me to tell you that we were drawn to each other because we were both slum kids? I can’t do that.” She was saying exactly what Catherine had warned her against. She couldn’t help it. She wouldn’t be anything but honest with Joe. “We were both loners. The only reason we came together was chemistry. And the reason we separated was that both of us realized that chemistry could ruin any chance of our climbing out of the dung heaps where we were born.” She was silent, then said, “Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Hell, yes. Every single detail, but I’m not going to ask because that would probably drive me crazier than not knowing. Damn chemistry.”

She suddenly started to chuckle. “Joe, don’t damn something that we value so highly. Chemistry may not have brought you and me together originally, but it’s helped to keep us together and strong for years. Do you think that anything I had with that kid, John Gallo, could have had the same kind of endurance and staying power?”

“I’ve no idea. But you’re not going to find out.” He was suddenly on his knees on the bed. “And I find I’m becoming annoyed at being thought of as the steady, boring stallion in the barn.” He threw the sheet that covered them on the floor. “Endurance? Staying power?”

She inhaled sharply as she gazed at him. She always loved the look of Joe naked. Beautifully muscular shoulders and thighs, tight buttocks and belly. He looked completely at home with his nudity, like Adam in the garden, or a sultan in his harem. Joe was a magnificent lover, innovative, passionate, sometimes teasing, sometimes wicked. In those moments, he was completely sexual, completely devoted to the act itself. Yet tonight there was something else…

His expression. His eyes were glittering recklessly as his hand reached out and cupped her breast. “Shall I show you endurance, Eve?”

Her heart was suddenly pounding beneath his hand. “I don’t know. Should I be worried?”

“Not you.” His mouth was suddenly on her nipple, drawing strongly. “You can take me.” His lips moved down to her belly. “You can match me. We just have to go to the next level.” He moved over her, cupped her buttocks in his two hands and sank deep. “Like this.”

The fever was starting. No, it was here, rising. She was moving, arching against him, trying to take more.

“That’s right.” His tone was guttural. His words came hard and fast with every thrust. “Give-me-