Calhoun, Georgia
Joe watched the body wrapped in a dark green tarp being
carefully lifted from the grave by the forensic team.
"Thanks for coming, Quinn." Detective Christy Lollack was
walking toward him. "I know it's not your case but I
needed you. This is a weird one."
"What's weird about it?"
"Look at her." She moved toward the stretcher where the
corpse had been placed. "The kids who found her nearly
threw up."
He followed her and watched as she drew back the tarp.
There was no face. Only a skull remained. Yet from the
neck down the cadaver was only slightly decayed and intact.
"It appears someone didn't want her identified." He looked
down at her hands. "He bungled it. He should have taken
the hands. We'll be able to get a fingerprint match right
away. DNA will take longer, but that will--"
"Look closer. Her fingertips are burned," Christy
interrupted. "No prints. Trevor warned me there might not
be any."
"Who?"
"Some Scotland Yard inspector. Mark Trevor. He sent an e-
mail to the department after he read about the Dorothy
Millbruk case in Birmingham and the captain dumped it in
my lap. He stated he sent the same e-mail to most of the
cities in the Southeast warning them that the perpetrator
might be heading into their jurisdictions."
Millbruk . . . It had been a sensational homicide of a
prostitute that had taken place four months ago. Joe
mentally went over the details he remembered. "The
Millbruk case was no connection. It didn't have the same
MO. The woman was burned todeath and left in a trash
disposal."
"But she didn't have a face by the time the fire got
through with her."
"No attempt was made to keep the Birmingham police from
finding out who she was. They were still able to check
prints." He shook his head. "Not the same killer, Christy."
"I'm glad you're so sure" she said sarcastically. "Because
I'm not. I don't like this. What if he didn't want us to
make a connection? What if he peeled her face off to slow
us down so that we wouldn't know he'd moved into the area?"
"Possible." His gaze narrowed on her face. "What do you
want from me, Christy? It's not like you to ask for help."
"As soon as forensics gets through with her, I want you to
take the skull to Eve to find out what that woman looked
like. I don't want to wait until I find out who she is."
It was the answer he'd expected. It wasn't the first time
he'd been asked to be a go-between the department and Eve.
She was probably the best forensic sculptor in the world
and the captain wasn't about to ignore a valuable asset.
He shook his head. "No way. She's backlogged and working
her ass off right now. I'm not loading anything else on
her."
"We need to know, Joe."
"And I don't want her wearing herself out."
"For God's sake, do you think I'd ask you to do this if I
didn't think it was urgent? I like Eve. I've known her and
Jane for almost as long as I've known you. I'm scared.
It's necessary, dammit."
"Because of some nebulous tip from Scotland Yard? What the
hell do they have to do with this?"
"Two cases in London. One in Liverpool. One in Brighton.
They never caught the killer and they believe he moved
from the U.K. to the U.S. three years ago."
"Then they can wait for ID or Eve to get out from under."
Christy shook her head. "Come back to my car and I'll pull
up Trevor's e-mail."
"It's not going to change my mind."
"It might." She headed for her car.
He hesitated and then followed her. She opened her laptop
and accessed the e-mail.
"There it is. Read it and do what you like." She turned
away. "I've got work to finish up here."
He scanned the letter and report and then flipped to the
victim's page.
He stiffened with shock. "Holy shit!"
Lake Cottage
Atlanta, Georgia
She couldn't breathe.
No!
She would not die, she thought fiercely. She hadn't come
this far to lie forever in darkness. She was too young.
She had too many things to do and see and be.
Another turn and still no light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe there was no end.
Maybe this was the end.
It was so hot and there was no air.
She could feel a scream of panic rising in her throat.
Don't give in. Panic was for cowards and she'd never been
a coward.
But dear God, it was hot. She couldn't bear--
"Jane." She was being shaken. "For God's sake, wake up,
baby. It's only a dream."
Not a dream.
"Dammit, wake up. You're scaring me."
Eve. Mustn't scare Eve. Maybe it was a dream if she said
so. She forced her lids open and looked up into Eve's
worried face.
The worried frown was replaced by relief. "Whew, that must
have been a doozy of a nightmare." Eve's hand stroked
Jane's hair back from her face. "Your bedroom door was
closed and I still heard you groaning. Okay, now?"
"Fine." She moistened her lips. "Sorry I bothered you."
Her heartbeat was steadying and the darkness was gone.
Maybe it wouldn't come back. Even if it did, she had to
make sure it didn't disturb Eve. "Go back to bed."
"I wasn't in bed. I was working." She turned on the
bedside lamp and then grimaced as she looked down at her
hands. "And I didn't wipe the clay from my hands before I
came in here. You probably have bits of it in your hair."
"That's okay. I have to wash it in the morning anyway. I
want to look good for my driver's license photo."
"That's tomorrow?"
She sighed resignedly. "I told you yesterday that I'd need
you or Joe to take me."
"I forgot." She smiled. "Maybe I'm in denial. Getting your
first driver's license is sort of a rite of passage. It
could be I don't want you to be that independent."
"Yes, you do." She met her gaze. "Ever since we've been
together you've made sure that I could take care of myself
in every way. You've done everything from giving me karate
lessons to having Sarah train Toby as a guard dog. So
don't tell me that you don't want me to be independent."
"Well, not independent enough to walk away from Joe and
me."
"I'll never do that." She sat up in bed and gave her a
quick, awkward kiss. Even after all these years, loving
gestures were difficult for her. "You'll have to kick me
out. I know when I've got it good. So which one of you is
going to take me to the Driver's License Bureau?"
"Probably Joe. I have to finish this skull right away."
"What's the urgency?"
She shrugged. "Search me. Joe brought the skull home from
the precinct and asked me to make it top priority. He said
it had to do with linking a group of homicides."
Jane was silent a moment. "A kid?"
Eve shook her head. "A woman." Her eyes narrowed on Jane's
face. "You thought it might be Bonnie?"
Jane always thought it might be Bonnie, Eve's daughter who
had been murdered when she was seven and whose body had
never been found. The tragedy had been the impetus that
had made Eve study to become a forensic sculptor to
identify murder victims and bring closure to other
grieving parents. The search for Bonnie and her passion
for her career still dominated her life. She shook her
head. "If you suspected it was Bonnie's skull you were
working on, you wouldn't have even heard my stupid
caterwauling." She held up her hand as Eve opened her
lips. "I know. I know. You don't love me less than you did
Bonnie. It's just different. I've known that all along.
From the beginning. She was your child and we're
more . . . friends. And that's okay with me." She settled
back in bed. "Now, you go back to work and I'll go back to
sleep. Thanks for coming in and waking me. Good night,
Eve."
Eve didn't answer for a moment. "What was your nightmare
about?"
Heat. Panic. Darkness. A night without air or hope. No,
there had been hope. . . .
"I don't remember. Has Toby come back yet?"
"Not yet. I'm not sure it's a good idea to let him out at
night. He's half wolf."
"That's why I let him roam. Now that he's grown, he has to
have more freedom. He has too much golden retriever to be
really dangerous to anything but squirrels. Probably not
even them. He caught one once and all he wanted to do was
play with it." She yawned. "Sarah said it was okay, but
I'll stop him if you say the word."
"No, I guess not. Sarah should know." Sarah Logan was
Eve's good friend as well as the canine search-and-rescue
specialist who had given Toby to Jane. "Just keep an eye
on him."
"I will. I'm responsible for him. You know I won't let you
down."
"You never have." She stood up. "And we'll have a little
celebration when you come home from getting your license."
Jane smiled slyly. "You going to bake a cake?"
"Don't be ugly. I'm not that bad a cook. It would serve
you right if I did." She grinned as she headed for the
door. "I'll have Joe stop at Dairy Queen and pick up an
ice cream cake on the way home."
"Much more sensible."
Eve glanced at her over her shoulder and her expression
became troubled. "Maybe too sensible. I wonder if we've
made you a little too responsible, Jane."
"Don't be silly." She closed her eyes. "Some people are
born responsible. Some people are born to be butterflies.
You had nothing to do with it. For Pete's sake, you're not
even my mother. Good night, Eve."
"Well, I guess I've been told," Eve murmured. Her gaze was
caught by a sketch lying on the window seat. It was a
picture of Toby sleeping on his bed by the
fireplace. "That's very good. You're getting better all
the time."
"Yes, I am. I'm not going to be a Rembrandt but genius
isn't what it's cracked up to be. I've always thought
being driven by art was for the birds. I want to be in
control of any career I choose." She smiled. "Like you,
Eve."
"I'm not always in control." She looked from the sketch to
Jane. "And I thought you wanted to be a search-and-rescue
worker like Sarah."
"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess I'm waiting for a career to
choose me."
"Well, you have plenty of time to make up your mind.
Although your attitude is a little surprising. You usually
know exactly what you're going to do."
"Not always." She smiled impishly. "Maybe it's my
adolescent hormones getting in the way."
Eve chuckled. "I doubt it. I can't see you letting
anything stand in your way." She opened the door. "Good
night, Jane."
"And don't work much longer. You've been pulling too many
late nights in the last couple weeks."
"Tell that to Joe. He really wants this reconstruction."
"That's weird. He's always the one who tries to make you
get more rest." Her lips tightened. "Don't worry, I'll
tell him. Someone's got to look out for you."
Eve smiled as she opened the door. "I'm not worrying. Not
with you in my corner."
"Joe's in your corner, too. But he's a guy and they're
different. Sometimes things get in the way of their
thinking."
"Very profound observation. You must repeat it to Joe."
"I will. He can take it and he likes me to be up-front
with him."
"Well, you're certainly that," Eve murmured as she left
the room.
Eve's smile faded as she closed the bedroom door behind
her. Jane's remarks had been typical of her; fierce,
protective, and far beyond her years. Eve had gone into
the room to comfort and Jane had given her comfort instead.
"Something wrong?" Joe was standing in the doorway of
their bedroom. "Is Jane okay?"
"A nightmare." Eve moved down the hall toward her
studio. "But she's not talking about it. She probably
thinks nightmares are a sign of weakness and heaven forbid
she show any weakness."
"Like someone else I know." Joe followed her. "Want some
coffee? I could use a cup right now."
She nodded. "Sounds good." She went back to stand before
her easel. "Can you go to the Driver's License Bureau with
her tomorrow?"
"Sure. I'd planned on it."
"I forgot." She grimaced. "You're a better parent than I
am, Joe."
"You've been working your ass off." He measured coffee
into the coffeemaker. "And that's my fault. Besides, Jane
never wanted parents when she came to us. She wasn't
Orphan Annie. Hell, she may have been only ten, but she
was as street smart as a woman of thirty. We've done the
best we could to give her a good home."
"But I wanted her to--" She stared blindly at the
model. "She's seventeen, Joe. Do you know I've never heard
her talk about going out on a date or to the prom or even
a football game? She studies, she plays with Toby, and she
sketches. It's not enough."
"She has friends. She stayed the night at Patty's last
week."
"And how often does that happen?"
"I think she's very well balanced considering her
background. You're worrying too much."
"Maybe I should have been worrying before this. It's just
that she's always acted so mature that I forget that she's
just a kid."
"No, you didn't forget. You just recognize that the two of
you are as alike as two peas in a pod. How many proms did
you go to when you were a teenager?"
"That's different."
"Yeah, you had a drug addict for a mother instead of
growing up in a dozen foster homes."
She made a face. "Okay, so we both had it tough when we
were kids, but I wanted something better for Jane."
"But Jane has to want it too. She probably thinks proms
are pretty silly. Can you see her in a frilly dress,
getting into one of those stretch limos the kids hire
these days?"
"She'd be beautiful."
"She is beautiful," Joe said. "And she's strong and smart
and I'd want her behind me if I was ever in a tight
corner. But she's not frilly, Eve." He poured her a cup of
coffee and brought it to her. "So stop trying to force her
into the role."
"As if I could. No one forces Jane to do anything she
doesn't want to do." She sipped the coffee and then
grimaced. "You made it strong enough. You really want to
keep me awake to finish this skull, don't you?"