you.â
Dallas nodded.
Sally was staggered by the resemblance of the boy to the man, and almost remarked on it. But before she could, Eb caught her eyes. There was a look in them that she couldnât decipher, but it stopped her at once.
âWeâd better go,â he said. He took Sally by thearm. âCome on, Stevie. We wonât be long, Jess,â he called back.
âIâll count the seconds,â she said under her breath as they left the room.
Dallas didnât say anything, and it was just as well that she couldnât see the look in his eyes.
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I T WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO TALK in front of Stevie as they drove through the massive electronic gates at the Scott ranch. He, like Sally, was fascinated by the layout, which included a helipad, a landing strip with a hangar, a swimming pool and a ranch house that looked capable of sleeping thirty people. There were also target ranges and guest cabins and a formidable state-of-the-art gym housed in what looked like a gigantic Quonset hut like those used during the Second World War in the Pacific theater. There were several satellite dishes as well, and security cameras seemingly on every available edifice.
âThis is incredible,â Sally said as they got out of the truck and went with him toward the gym.
âMaintaining it is incredible,â Eb said with a chuckle. âYou wouldnât believe the level of technology required to keep it all functioning.â
Stevie had found the thick blue plastic-covered mat on the wood floor and was already rolling around on it and trying the punching bag suspended from one of the steel beams that supported other training equipment.
âStevie looks like that man, Dallas,â she said abruptly.
He grimaced. âHavenât you and Jess ever talked?â
âI didnât know anything about Dallas and my aunt until you told me,â she said simply.
âThis is something she needs to tell you, in her own good time.â
She studied the youngster having fun on the mat. âHe isnât my uncleâs child, is he?â
There was a rough sound from the man beside her. âWhat makes you think so?â
âFor one thing, because heâs the image of Dallas. But also because Uncle Hank and Aunt Jessie were married for years with no kids, and suddenly she got pregnant just before he died overseas,â she replied. âStevie was like a miracle.â
âIn some ways, I suppose he was. But it led to Hank asking for a combat assignment, and even though he died of a heart condition, Jess has had nightmares ever since out of guilt.â He looked down at her. âYou canât tell her that you know.â
âFair enough. Tell me the rest.â
âShe and Dallas were working together on an assignment. It was one of those lightning attractions that overcome the best moral obstacles. They were alone too much and finally the inevitable happened. Jess turned up pregnant. When Dallas found out, he went crazy. He demanded that Jess divorce Hank and marry him, but she wouldnât. She swore that Dallas wasnât the father of her child, Hank was, and she had no intention of divorcing her husband.â
âOh, dear.â
âHank knew that sheâd been with another man, ofcourse, because heâd always been sterile. Dallas didnât know that. And Hank hadnât told Jessica until she announced that she was expecting a child.â He shrugged. âHe wouldnât forgive her. Neither would Dallas. When Hank died, Dallas didnât even try to get in touch with Jess. He really believed that Stevie was Hankâs child. Until about ten minutes ago, that is,â he added with a wry smile. âIt didnât take much guesswork for him to see the resemblance. I think we wonât go back for a couple of hours. I donât want to walk into the firefight heâs probably having with Jess even as we speak.â
She bit her lower lip.