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Author: Iris Johansen
came to her. From the time a year after Bonnie's death when Eve had first begun to dream, or fantasize, or whatever term she could find to use for seeing Bonnie, it had been the same. No matter what she called the experience, it had saved Eve's sanity and perhaps her life. She had been spiraling downward into deep depression and had not been able to fight her way out. Then Bonnie had been there and life had begun to be bearable.
"Good-bye, baby," she whispered. "Come back soon."
Even if it meant dire warnings about a madman and a lethal woman with a box. She didn't care if Bonnie's visits were the outpouring of the mental ramblings of her own mind. She would cling with all her strength to these moments, since she could no longer cling to Bonnie. She turned and started back up the path. "Come on, Toby." She whistled for the retriever.
"Let's go back and see if Jane's heard anything."
JANE HANDED HER A POST-IT note when she walked into the cottage. "Luis Montalvo." Eve stiffened. "What?"
"I said that he could call you on your cell phone, but he said after consideration it was better that he leave you a message. He wants to talk to you." She paused. "But only if you want to talk to him. He said to tell you he's going to be boarding a plane for Bloomburg in the next thirty minutes."
"Bloomburg," Eve repeated. "Dammit, of course I want to talk to him. He leaves a message like that and he wouldn't expect me to do anything else. Crafty bastard."
"He sounded very . . . sincere."
"Oh, Montalvo is very sincere." She started to dial the number. "When it suits him. You just have to be careful what he's sincere about. He never gives up. It can be anything from attacking a drug king's stronghold to stealing a skull from a grave." His phone was ringing. Answer me. Don't you dare leave me hanging. He finally picked up. "What the hell do you know about Bloomburg, Montalvo?"
"Hello to you too, Eve," Montalvo said quietly. "I'm glad you called."
"You knew I would."
"Only if you were aware of what was going on in Bloomburg. There was a possibility that Quinn might not have told you that he'd located Kistle. He's very protective of you." He paused. "But he did tell you?"
She ignored the question. "The deputy said that they would be catching Kistle soon. Why are you going?"
"Why is Quinn going? He is on his way, isn't he?"
"Yes. But how do you know he isn't there already?"
"Miguel would have told me."
"Miguel's in Bloomburg? Is he all right? How are his hands?"
"Not good. He's going to have to have at least one more operation. But I couldn't keep him from going when we found out Kistle had surfaced. He likes you, Eve." And she liked Miguel. The young man was a law unto himself and she'd had problems with his complete devotion to Montalvo, but no one could help liking him. "You should have told him to stay in that hospital."
"Tell him yourself . . . when you get to Bloomburg." He paused. "You are going, aren't you?"
"Yes. But you didn't answer me. Why are you going when the sheriff's department is sure he's going to be caught anytime now?"
"My life hasn't given me much faith in anyone but myself. And I've been unearthing some additional information lately about Kistle that's made me uneasy."
Her hand tightened on the phone. "What information?"
"I have to board my plane. We'll get together in Bloomburg."
"I don't want to get together with you. I want to know now."
"But Quinn probably uncovered the same facts and shared them with you." He added, "Just as he told you about Bloomburg."
"Damn you."
"I'll see you soon. I did want to tell you I'm calling Venable with the CIA and asking him to get the FBI on site in Bloomburg. Kistle has been crossing state lines for years and even a suspicion that he's a child murderer should give them an excuse to intervene."
"It won't be easy. There's no evidence yet."
"I can bargain with Venable. I'm a storehouse of information about the underbelly of crime in Colombia. And he owes you, Eve.
"Good-bye, baby," she whispered. "Come back soon."
Even if it meant dire warnings about a madman and a lethal woman with a box. She didn't care if Bonnie's visits were the outpouring of the mental ramblings of her own mind. She would cling with all her strength to these moments, since she could no longer cling to Bonnie. She turned and started back up the path. "Come on, Toby." She whistled for the retriever.
"Let's go back and see if Jane's heard anything."
JANE HANDED HER A POST-IT note when she walked into the cottage. "Luis Montalvo." Eve stiffened. "What?"
"I said that he could call you on your cell phone, but he said after consideration it was better that he leave you a message. He wants to talk to you." She paused. "But only if you want to talk to him. He said to tell you he's going to be boarding a plane for Bloomburg in the next thirty minutes."
"Bloomburg," Eve repeated. "Dammit, of course I want to talk to him. He leaves a message like that and he wouldn't expect me to do anything else. Crafty bastard."
"He sounded very . . . sincere."
"Oh, Montalvo is very sincere." She started to dial the number. "When it suits him. You just have to be careful what he's sincere about. He never gives up. It can be anything from attacking a drug king's stronghold to stealing a skull from a grave." His phone was ringing. Answer me. Don't you dare leave me hanging. He finally picked up. "What the hell do you know about Bloomburg, Montalvo?"
"Hello to you too, Eve," Montalvo said quietly. "I'm glad you called."
"You knew I would."
"Only if you were aware of what was going on in Bloomburg. There was a possibility that Quinn might not have told you that he'd located Kistle. He's very protective of you." He paused. "But he did tell you?"
She ignored the question. "The deputy said that they would be catching Kistle soon. Why are you going?"
"Why is Quinn going? He is on his way, isn't he?"
"Yes. But how do you know he isn't there already?"
"Miguel would have told me."
"Miguel's in Bloomburg? Is he all right? How are his hands?"
"Not good. He's going to have to have at least one more operation. But I couldn't keep him from going when we found out Kistle had surfaced. He likes you, Eve." And she liked Miguel. The young man was a law unto himself and she'd had problems with his complete devotion to Montalvo, but no one could help liking him. "You should have told him to stay in that hospital."
"Tell him yourself . . . when you get to Bloomburg." He paused. "You are going, aren't you?"
"Yes. But you didn't answer me. Why are you going when the sheriff's department is sure he's going to be caught anytime now?"
"My life hasn't given me much faith in anyone but myself. And I've been unearthing some additional information lately about Kistle that's made me uneasy."
Her hand tightened on the phone. "What information?"
"I have to board my plane. We'll get together in Bloomburg."
"I don't want to get together with you. I want to know now."
"But Quinn probably uncovered the same facts and shared them with you." He added, "Just as he told you about Bloomburg."
"Damn you."
"I'll see you soon. I did want to tell you I'm calling Venable with the CIA and asking him to get the FBI on site in Bloomburg. Kistle has been crossing state lines for years and even a suspicion that he's a child murderer should give them an excuse to intervene."
"It won't be easy. There's no evidence yet."
"I can bargain with Venable. I'm a storehouse of information about the underbelly of crime in Colombia. And he owes you, Eve.
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