Isn’t that lucky for me?
Thank you, Joe.
Eve
His hand clenched on the paper.
Lucky.
Yeah, lucky enough to have that bastard zero in on her and slice her to pieces.
Cool down. Panic wouldn’t get him anywhere. He had to find her, talk to her, persuade her to step back and away from acting as bait for McVey.
Find her.
She wasn’t in the house. Her mother didn’t know where she’d gone. But she was working with Brian McVey. He might have thought he was using her, but he’d soon find out differently. Eve would be in control.
He called the Atlanta Constitution.
Brian McVey had taken an indefinite leave of absence and could not be contacted.
Strike one.
The hell he couldn’t be contacted. He called the ATLPD and had a clerk pull out all the profile information they could gather on McVey.
“What are you doing?” Slindak came on the line. “What does Duncan say?”
“I’d know if I could get hold of her,” Joe said. “She’s not home. I think that McVey has her stashed somewhere while he runs these stories. Get off the line and let me get the info I need.”
“I’ve got it here. McVey has an apartment in Dunwoody—1321 Ashford.”
“That would be too easy. Anything else?”
“Let me see … He inherited a house from his mother two years ago. It doesn’t say whether he sold it or still has possession.”
“Address.”
“It’s 4961 Rosecreek Drive. It’s near Lake Allatoona.” He paused. “McVey’s story has caused a buzz with the rest of the media. There was lot of talk on the local TV news this evening. Including Eve Duncan’s quotes.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. McVey might have even given them a call.”
“And shared his story? Not likely.”
“To stir the pot. To add the final irritant that would make an explosion certain. Anything else you can tell me about McVey?”
“I can tell you he’s a member of the press, and you should be careful what you do to him. I know you’re pissed at the hot spot he’s put Eve Duncan on, but he can cause us big-time trouble.”
“Ask me if I care.” He hung up.
The apartment in Dunwoody or the house near Lake Allatoona?
The Dunwoody apartment was closer, and he didn’t know whether McVey still owned the house he’d inherited.
But his instincts were leaning toward Lake Allatoona. He called the telephone company, identified himself, and asked if there was still a telephone connection at 4961 Rosecreek Drive.
Yes.
Private number.
Joe waited for the operator to call Washington on another line and check his authority. Five minutes later he had the number.
Name of party holding the service?
Edna McVey.
Brian McVey had never changed the name and evidently occasionally still used the house.
Okay, phone the number he’d been given?
If Eve was there, then she’d be given time to leave before he could get there.
He strode out of the house and jumped in his car.
* * *
THE MCVEY PLACE ON ROSECREEK Drive was a pleasant two-story cottage only a few hundred yards from the edge of Lake Allatoona. Its gray sideboard needed painting, but there was a cane rocking chair on the wide porch that gave the place a comfortable ambience.
There was light gleaming from windows on the first floor.
Joe cursed softly. Nothing like leaving a welcoming beacon.
He parked his car a good distance away from the house and moved silently into the woods.
He was a hundred yards to the rear of the cottage when he knew someone was following him.
He paused, listening.
To the left, in the brush.
He faded into the stand of trees to the right.
A sudden crashing of shrubs to the left.
Definitely following him.
He circled swiftly, silently, to the left to get behind the pursuer.
A male figure in a black Windbreaker was now moving ahead of him.
Now.
He covered the distance between them in seconds and brought him down.
The man started to struggle frantically.
Joe’s hand tangled in his hair and jerked back hard as the edge of his knife was pressed to the man’s throat. “Don’t move, or I’ll cut your throat.”
The man froze. “For God’s sake, Quinn. What are you doing? Let me go.”
McVey.
“Why should I, you son of a bitch?” He deliberately pressed the edge of the knife a little harder so that it broke the skin. “I’m a little angry with you. Maybe you can tell.”
McVey went rigid. “I can tell. But I don’t think you’re pissed enough to commit murder.”
“But you told me that I was so good at it.”
“Let me up, Quinn. You know you’re just toying with me.”
Joe drew a deep breath. “Toying”? McVey didn’t know how close he’d come. All of Joe’s training, his instincts, the savagery that had been both his friend and his enemy had come racing back in that moment.
“Let him go. What are you doing, Joe?”
He looked over his shoulder to see Eve standing with a gun pointed at him.
“A gun, Eve? Did McVey give you that gun? He probably thought you’d need it if you were going to have to rely on him.”
“I asked him for a weapon,” Eve said as she lowered the gun. “But I don’t need to use it against you, Joe. Dammit, you scared me. I thought you were going to— Let him go.”
Joe shrugged and took the knife from McVey’s throat. “It was a close call for him. I was mad as hell, and the bastard decided to follow me. I thought he was a threat.” He got off McVey and stood up. “As much threat as a day-old Chihuahua.”
“You cut me.” McVey’s fingers were on his throat and came away with blood on them. “You knew who I was, and you still cut me.”
“I cut you because of who you are, you son of a bitch. Maybe I should tie you up on the front porch and see how you like being bait. You’ve got our killer all primed. He’s probably almost as angry with you as with Eve. What do you think he’d do to you if he found you helpless?”
“None of this was McVey’s idea,” Eve said. “It was all mine, Joe. I called him and sketched it out to him.”
“And he jumped at it.”
“Of course, I did,” McVey said as he got to his feet. “Do you think I’d turn my back on a chance like this? I told you that I’d do whatever I had to do.” He glared defiantly at Joe. “I didn’t go out of my way to cause a killer to go after her. That wasn’t my fault. But I wasn’t going to say no if she wanted to run the risk. Hell, if we catch Zeus, it might mean that we’d save some other kids. What’s wrong with that?”
“You sound almost noble, McVey.”
“Stop this, Joe.” Eve turned to McVey. “Come back to the house and I’ll try to find something to put on that cut.” She glanced at Joe. “You’re not going away, are you? I can’t convince you.”
“You can’t convince me.”
“Then I suppose you’ll have to come with us, and we’ll talk.” She turned and strode toward the house, with McVey at her heels.
Joe watched them until they reached the porch, then faded back into the brush.
* * *
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Eve was standing waiting on the porch when Joe came toward her twenty minutes later. “I didn’t know what had happened to you.”
“Were you worried? Good. I was worried about you, too. And with a hell of a lot more reason.”
“Where have you been?” she repeated.
“You decided to declare war on Zeus. This evidently was going to be your first battle site. I know about war. First, you familiarize yourself with the terrain and the places that lend themselves to ambush. While you’re doing it, you make sure the enemy isn’
t already within the gates.”
“That’s what McVey was trying to do.”
“Not well. He’d have had his throat cut, and the way to you would have been open. Where is he?”
“Inside. He’s calling in tomorrow’s story.”
Joe muttered a curse.
“Do you want to go in and cut him again?” she asked sarcastically.
“It’s tempting.”
She shook her head in exasperation. “For God’s sake, be civilized. This isn’t his fault.”
“But there’s a wide streak in me that isn’t at all civilized. I think you’ve always sensed that. If you’ll be honest, you’ll admit that’s one of the reasons that you thought that I could help you find Bonnie. You didn’t want some slick, dutiful cop who would make all the right moves. You wanted me. Because you knew I’d break any rule I had to break to get what I wanted. Isn’t that the truth? Well, you can’t have it both ways. You wanted me. You’ve got me. And there’s no way I’ll let you turn your back on me.”
She stared at him, her expression a mixture of frustration, anger, and something else that he couldn’t define. “Damn you, Joe. Okay, come in and talk. But don’t you dare hurt McVey.” She turned on her heel and opened the front door.
“I’ll try to resist.” He followed her and glanced around the living room. Nothing fancy. The furniture was contemporary, but there were doilies on the arms of the blue denim couch. Probably another legacy from McVey’s mother. It surprised him that McVey hadn’t stored them away. He wouldn’t have thought the reporter would be that sentimental. “McVey must not use this house much.”
“Only an occasional weekend. He told me he has a boat that’s stored at the marina a few miles away.” Eve led him down the hall to the kitchen. “But it was convenient for our purpose. Private. Out of the way. And he still had the phone service connected. Since he’s a reporter, he has to be reachable even on his time off.”
“Yeah, very convenient. It wouldn’t do to invite a killer to a place that wasn’t isolated. He might not accept the invitation.”
“That’s right.” She poured him a cup of coffee. “You might as well sit down. Though you can cut the sarcasm. I got the point. You don’t have to belabor it.”
“I’ll try.” He dropped down in a white chair at the kitchen table. “I’m having trouble with control at the moment.”
“That couldn’t be clearer.” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “I think you scared McVey.”
“He should have been scared.”
She sat down opposite him. “I never saw you like that before.”
“But you always knew it was there, didn’t you?” He stared directly into her eyes. “You said you grew up with violence all around you. Well, violence isn’t confined to the housing projects. It can exist anywhere. It may be a breeding ground, but you have to have someone to throw out the seeds.”
“And you’re a regular Johnny Appleseed,” she said dryly. “I didn’t expect you to get so angry. And I didn’t think you’d track me down so quickly. I thought I’d have time.”
“It wasn’t that difficult. I just had to stretch a little. Time for what? It’s obvious to anyone that you’re trying to set yourself up as bait. Would you like to tell me how you expect to do it without getting yourself killed?”
She glanced away from him. “I expect him to call me. McVey has set up a tracer on the phone. If I can keep him on the phone long enough, I can find out where he is.”
“And you don’t think he won’t suspect that’s what you’re doing? If he has any brains at all, he’ll know why you were so insulting in that interview.”
“He’ll suspect it. But if he’s as egotistical as you think, then he’ll still come after me. It would be a feather in his cap to be able to get to me in spite of a trap.” She moistened her lips. “And I’m counting on rage. He has to be full of rage if he could do what he did to those children. That’s why I was so insulting during the interview. I wanted to trigger that rage.”
“I don’t believe you’ll be disappointed.”
“I hope not,” she said quietly.
His hand clenched on his cup. “Look, he’s crazy. Nothing could be more evident. Crazy people don’t react as normal people do. Even when they know that there’s danger, they just keep on coming.”
“Maybe he won’t come after me. We may be able to trace his call and have the police pick him up before it gets that far.”
“Eve … Dammit.”
“Joe … Dammit.” She smiled unsteadily. “I had to do this. He can’t be allowed to go on. I know that the chances aren’t wonderful of everything coming out the way I want them. That’s why I didn’t want you involved. I knew you would try to stop me.”
“Damn right, I am.”
“Too late, Joe. If he’s as crazy as you think, he’ll already have his sights on me.”
“I could knock you out and have Slindak stuff you in a cell as a material witness.”
“And when he let me out, the problem would still be out here waiting for me.”
“Not if I find Zeus first.”
“What are the chances of that?” She shook her head. “My way is better.”
“Your way is as crazy as he is.” But he could see that he wasn’t budging her. “So what are you doing? Just camping out here and waiting for him to call you?”
“Yes.”
“And what if he comes instead of call? That’s what I did.”
“That’s why I had McVey get me a gun. But if I made him angry enough, he won’t want to just kill me. He’ll want to connect with me, tell me how wrong I am and what he’s going to do to me.”
“Maybe.”
“Am I supposed to argue with you? None of this is written in stone. I’m guessing, based on what you told me about the mind-set of serial killers.”
“I should have kept my mouth shut.”
She shook her head. “You were trying to help me. You did help me.”
“Enough to put you squarely behind the eight ball with the help of Brian McVey.”
“Am I hearing my name taken in vain?” McVey strolled into the kitchen, his gaze fixed warily on Joe. “Has Eve convinced you that you shouldn’t take my scalp?”
“We hadn’t gotten around to discussing you yet,” Joe said coolly. “But I doubt if she’d be able to tell me anything about you that would tip the scales.”
“I went to him,” Eve said. “He only agreed to what I wanted from him. It’s entirely my doing.”
“I’m insulted,” McVey said. “I contributed. I wrote a damn good article. Maybe not Pulitzer quality, but it’s the quantity of work that counts in this case. And I furnished the house and the telephone, not to speak of the equipment and technician who’s going to trace the dreaded call.” He grimaced. “Though it’s not really dreaded. It’s much anticipated. I admit I want to get this over with as soon as possible. I wasn’t expecting you to appear and offer me bodily harm.”
“I only offered. If you’d been following the one you’d set this bullshit trap for, you’d be missing a larynx.” He paused. “And you’ve convinced me that you’re just as much to blame as I thought. So maybe we should take it outside and start over.”
“You will not,” Eve said. “Since you won’t go away, you’ll stop trying to vent your temper on McVey.”
“Eve to the rescue,” McVey murmured. “I know it’s supposed to be the other way around, but I’ve always believed in women’s liberation. It’s much more comfortable.”
Joe ignored him and stared at Eve. “This is sloppy as hell. It would be a miracle if it worked.”
“But our killer isn’t neat or tidy. He’s sloppy, too. Or should I use the word ‘reckless’? Either way, he might take a chance if it suited him.”
“I can see that happening and that’s why I’m going to call Slindak and have him surround this place,” Joe said.
“No, Joe.”
“Why the hell not?”
“We may not get the trace.
If we don’t, then he’ll come after me. A police presence would scare him off.”
“Exactly.”
She shook her head. “He’s a monster. He’s killed all those children. He may have killed Bonnie. I can’t let him get away.”
Joe’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. It was the one argument for which he had no response. There would be no persuading her because Bonnie and those other children were the only thing that mattered to Eve. She did not care about the possible danger. It didn’t matter to her.
“What would you do if I said I was going to do it anyway?”
“I’d go away somewhere you couldn’t find me and set up the trap all over again,” she said quietly. “I’d have no choice. I don’t know how long I can stand feeling this helpless before I break. It has to end.”
How could he argue when he was aware of the terrible strain that she was enduring? He had watched her fight it with every bit of her strength and been unable to help her with anything but silent support. Now she had taken the only path she thought she could and still survive. Hell, maybe she was right. Perhaps they were just down to a question of survival.
“Lock the doors and windows.” He turned to McVey. “Show me where you’ve set up the equipment for the trace. I want to check it out. If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.”
“It’s in the dining room,” McVey said. “But it should be okay. I had a geek who’s done stuff like this for me before to set it up. I was going to use it in the newsroom, but then Eve called.”
“I’ll still look at it.” He glanced at Eve. “He may not call tonight. It may take some time for him to search out where you are. And this is a private number. They wouldn’t have given it to me if I hadn’t been FBI.”
“He won’t have that much trouble.”
“Why not?”
“I figured that he’d try my house and McVey’s apartment first. He won’t find anything at my house, but I asked McVey to leave a scrawl on a notepad in the office with my name on it and the word ‘Allatoona.’”
“And?”
“There’s a Rolodex on the other side of the desk. It would be natural for him to scan through it. This is the only address and phone number in the Rolodex in Allatoona.”
“You had it all planned.”
“But it all depends on whether he taps McVey’s apartment.” She smiled faintly. “I tried not to be too ‘sloppy.’” She got to her feet. “I’ll go lock those doors.”