'Take off, Soldono. I've got her.'
Joe.
But not the Joe to whom she was accustomed. He was dressed in khakis and boots, his hair tied back by a bandanna. This was Joe the ex-SEAL, the man who could kill silently and efficiently. She had seen him like this before when they'd been together in the bayous of Louisiana.
'That's up to Eve,' Soldono said. 'I promised her I'd take her to you and then bring her back to the compound.'
'Go wait at the turn of the trail,' Eve told Soldono. 'I'll be with you in ten minutes.'
'The hell you will,' Joe said as Soldono moved away. 'You're out. You're going to stay out.'
'I came for one reason and it wasn't to-'
'It's no use. He's turning a deaf ear.' Galen appeared out of the darkness behind Joe. 'Hello, Eve. Quinn's a bit upset. You really shouldn't have taken off like that.'
'Shut up, Galen.' Joe didn't look at him. 'Go away. I don't need you.'
'I was about to do that. I need to do a little reconnoitering to make sure that Montalvo's not planning a double-cross.'
'I've already done that,' Joe said impatiently.
'I believe I'll do a second round,' Galen said. 'I wouldn't want Quinn to be dead meat, Eve. I've grown accustomed to his endearing nastiness. I might miss it.'
'Montalvo's not going to ambush him,' Eve said.
'I'll just take a look…' Galen disappeared into the shrubbery.
Joe's hand closed on her wrist. 'We're going.'
'Let me go, Joe. I promised Montalvo I wouldn't run.'
'And I didn't promise anything.' He smiled recklessly. 'So I clip you on the chin, just hard enough to put you out, and you've kept your word and I've gotten what I wanted.'
'You wouldn't do that.'
'Look at me. I'd do anything to keep you safe. Anything.'
She was looking at him and she didn't like what she saw.
His eyes were glittering with savagery in his taut face. 'You're enjoying this,' she whispered.
'No, I'd enjoy it if I could get my hands on Montalvo. Are the juices flowing? Hell, yes. Do I knock you out or do you come with me?'
'Neither.' She looked down at her arm held by his hand. 'Don't threaten me, Joe. And you're bruising me. Every time I look at my arm, I'll remember those bruises came from you.'
'Better bruised than dead.' But his grasp loosened on her arm. 'And I don't care if you remember me as a brutal son of a bitch. Not if you're still alive to remember.'
He was just as hard and angry as she'd known he'd be. Don't argue. It wouldn't work. She'd come here to explain. Do it. 'I have to stay, Joe. It's my chance. Will you listen to me? Montalvo gave me a report. It was about Bonnie and I didn't…'
Galen slid silently through the shrubbery, his gaze raking the trees and palmettos on either side. He could hear Eve's voice but couldn't make out any words. Her tone was urgent, persuasive, almost pleading as she talked to Quinn. He doubted if it was going to do any good. Quinn was on the edge and ready to fall off.
What the hell? Wouldn't he feel the same if it were Elena in the same spot? He could tell Quinn that he should handle Eve with diplomacy instead of reaching out and grabbing, but Quinn was a desperate man and primitive instinct was para- mount now. Galen could only strike a balance and hope that Quinn didn't-
Something was moving up ahead.
He froze, listening.
An animal?
If it was an animal, the sound of its passage through the shrubbery indicated it was as large as a man.
Shit, it probably was a man. The direction of the movement was changing, cutting toward the path where Quinn and Eve were talking.
Galen started forward, his ears straining to hear the slightest sound.
Move fast.
Move quiet.
He had a fix on the location.
But the rustling had stopped, he suddenly realized.
Christ.
Screw being quiet. He took off at a run.
'The report could have been an elaborate fake,' Joe said.
'That's what you said about the Valdosta report on Marty,' Eve said wearily. 'It turned out to be authentic.'
'You know the saying: when you're about to tell a big lie, you pad the way with small truths. This could be the big lie.'
'And it could be the truth. It could be the break I've been looking for all these years.'
'You have the names. Let me go after them. You don't need Montalvo.'
'Montalvo didn't need to give me those names. He trusted me to keep my part of the bargain.'
'And after he has what he wants, he won't care what happens to you. Don't be blind. If he doesn't kill you, Diaz will. Opt out now while you have-'
'Eve! Down!'
Galen!
She heard Joe muttering an oath and then he was jerking her toward the ground.
Pain streaked through her temple.
Darkness all around her. Fight it. Keep it at bay.
She was on the ground and Joe was covering her body with his own.
Another shot.
Joe's muscles jerked as the bullet entered his body.
No. No. No.
Her arms tightened around him.
Help Joe. Help Joe.
Darkness smothering her.
Help Joe. He was a dead load on her.
Dead. Don't think dead.
Help Joe.
Darkness swimming, increasing with every panicky breath.
Help Joe.
Oh, God, she couldn't even help herself…
