turned to Diaz. 'The helicopter is going to land in four minutes. When Joe's on board, I'll tell you where to find the skull.'
'Not good enough. I want it in my hands before I release you.'
She had thought that was the way it was going to play out. 'I'll stay behind.'
'No!' Joe took a step forward. 'Hell, no.'
'Don't worry, I'm not sacrificing my life for you,' she said. 'He's not going to kill me. If he did, Armandariz would hear about it and begin to suspect that what Montalvo said was really true.'
'No!'Joe said.
'This is no longer up to you, Joe.' She turned back to Diaz. 'I mean it, no skull until you get Joe on that helicopter.'
'You're willing to trade your life for his?'
'You heard what I told Joe. You're not stupid enough to kill me and risk what you've been bargaining for.' She looked up at the sky. 'I hear the helicopter. He should be landing soon.' Her glance shifted
He shrugged. 'I'll let Quinn go as long as I have you. If you try to cheat me, I won't hesitate to cut your throat.'
'I won't go.' Joe's eyes were blazing. 'What do you think I am, Eve? When did you decide I was namby-pamby enough to let you run over me? There's no way that-' He broke off as Diaz's fist crashed into his stomach with brutal force.
His knees buckled and he would have fallen to the ground if Eve hadn't sprung forward and caught him. She was brought down to the ground with him by the heavy weight of his body. She glared at Diaz. 'You bastard.'
'I was tired of arguments. I'd already made my decision.'
Her arms tightened protectively around him. The blow had knocked the breath from his body and he was struggling for air. 'He's wounded and helpless. Cut him loose.'
'When he's tucked into the helicopter. He's not that helpless. Some men never give up. He killed three of my men before they took him.' Diaz raised his eyes to the sky to watch the blue-white light of the helicopter spear the ground. 'Ah, here it comes.'
The wind from the rotors was blowing her hair across her face as the helicopter descended. Just a few minutes more and it would be down and Joe would be safe.
Hurry. Please, hurry.
Joe was struggling, trying to sit up and get away from her. She could feel the anger and outrage in every muscle of his body. Who could blame him? She had damaged his independence and his pride and that was unbearable for him. 'I had to do it,' she whispered. 'I'm sorry, Joe.'
'So am I.' He pronounced every word with precision. 'Let me go.'
She slowly released him. 'It's going to be okay, Joe.' She wasn't sure if she was lying. Even if they got out of this alive, she couldn't be sure that anything would be okay for them again. She got to her feet. 'Try to believe me.' The helicopter had landed and the cockpit door was opening. Two men got out of the aircraft and came toward them.
Diaz pointed his gun at the men.
She stepped between them and jerked her head at Joe. 'Untie him and then get him out of here.'
'Wait until he's in the helicopter to cut him loose,' Diaz told them. 'She's trying to save his dignity but it will be much easier for you.'
The pilot looked at her. 'Ma'am?'
She turned away. 'Just get him out.' She didn't want to see him struggle. 'Don't hurt him.'
She heard Joe's muttered curse and then the closing of the door of the helicopter. A moment later she heard the whine of the rotors and glanced back to see the aircraft take off.
He was gone. He'd be safe. Her relief was mixed with sadness. Jesus, she'd
'The skull,' Diaz prompted.
She tore her eyes from the helicopter. Get down to business. 'Very well.' She turned on her heel and strode back through the cemetery in the direction from which she'd come. 'Follow me.'
'I wouldn't think of doing anything else. But tell me where we're going.'
'Not far.'
'Where?'
'We're almost there.' She glanced at the tomb they were passing, where Diaz's mother was interred. 'It's really amazing that you were born to a woman, Diaz. I'd think that you'd be hatched by some vermin under a rock. It didn't surprise me that you tried to use a snake to kill me since you're so alike.'
'Are you trying to make me angry? Why?'
'Because I'm angry. I don't like what you did to Joe. What you made me do to him.'
'Too bad. Where's the skull?'
'Here.' She stopped just beyond the tomb. 'But you'll have to dig for it.'
'Dig?' His eyes narrowed on her face and then went to the grave beside which she was standing. 'The Armandariz woman's grave?'
'I thought it fitting that I return her skull to her resting place.'
'You're lying. How would you do that? I've had you watched since you reached the hill. You had no time to come here and plant the skull.'
'And you probably had the church watched. If I'd done it myself, it would have been suicidal and I've already told you I've no desire to do that.'
'If you didn't do it, who did?'
'Sean Galen. I told him where I'd hidden the skull in the jungle outside the compound and he went to get it. He slipped in under your nose and buried the skull.'
'Galen.' He frowned. 'He's been causing me a good deal of disturbance. I believe I'll have to deal very harshly with him.' He looked around the cemetery warily. 'And where did Galen go?'
'Are you afraid he's going to pop out from behind one of those tombstones? You know he's not here. Your men must have surveillance on the entire area.'
'Yes.' He looked back at her. 'But I never trust the predictability of a woman. They don't think rationally.'
'Do you want the skull?' She picked up a shovel leaning against the tomb. 'Dig.'
He stared at her for a moment and then leveled the gun at her head. 'I think not. I don't do hard labor. Suppose you do it for me?'
Disappointment and fear surged through her. She'd hoped to distract him. There was no help for it.
She started to dig.
'The helicopter should be approaching the tower within the next ten minutes, Perez,' Nekmon said into the phone. 'Bring it down. Blow it out of the sky.'
He hung up the phone and brought the binoculars up to his eyes again. What the hell was happening down there? The woman was digging. Was Diaz making her dig her own grave? It was possible. He'd seen him do it before to those missionaries who'd made him so angry preaching against him to the farmers.
Yes, that must be it. He remembered him threatening to bury her in the same grave with Montalvo's wife and he was much angrier with her than he had been with the missionaries. There had been no doubt in Nekmon's mind that Diaz would kill Eve Duncan and he had been bewildered when she had not
