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nearly had a heart attack when I opened the door to him.”
    Irish related his conversation with Van. “I was busy and didn’t pay much attention to him at the time. I thought he was just being his usual, obnoxious self. Now, I think he was trying to tell me something. What should I say if he brings it up again?”
    “Nothing. The fewer who know, the better—for their sakes, as well as mine. Van knew Avery Daniels. The Rutledges didn’t. They don’t have anyone to compare the new Carole to. They’re attributing the changes in her to the crash and its traumatic aftermath.”
    “It’s still shallow,” he said worriedly. “If there is no assassination plot—and I pray to heaven that there isn’t—the best you can hope to get out of this is a broken heart.”
    “If I gave it up now and managed to come out alive, I would have done it for nothing. I haven’t got the whole story yet. And what if Tate
were
assassinated, Irish? What if I could have prevented it and didn’t? Do you think I could live with that the rest of my life?”
    He lightly scrubbed her jaw with his knuckles. “You love him, don’t you?”
    Closing her eyes, she nodded.
    “He hated his wife. Therefore, he hates you.”
    “Right again,” she said with a mirthless laugh.
    “What’s it like between you?”
    “I haven’t slept with him.”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    “But that’s what you wanted to know.”
    “Would you?”
    “Yes,” she replied without equivocation. “From the time I regained consciousness until the day I left the clinic, he was wonderful—absolutely wonderful. The way he treats Carole in public is above reproach.”
    “What about how he treats her in private?”
    “Chilly, like a betrayed husband. I’m working on that.”
    “What will happen then? If he gives in and makes love to you, don’t you think he’ll know the difference?”
    “Will he?” She tilted her head to one side and tried to smile. “Don’t men say that all cats are gray in the dark?”
    He gave her a reproving glare. “Okay, let’s say he doesn’t notice. How will you feel about him making love to you while thinking you’re somebody else?”
    That hadn’t occurred to her. Thinking about it now caused her to frown. “I’ll want him to know it’s me. I know it’s wrong to trick him, but…”
    Her voice trailed off as she wrestled with the question she hadn’t yet found an answer for. Leaving it unresolved again, she said, “And then there’s Mandy. I love her, too, Irish. She desperately needs a caring mother.”
    “I agree. What will happen to her when your job is done and you desert her?”
    “I won’t just desert—”
    “And how do you think Rutledge is going to feel when you do an exposé on his family?”
    “It won’t be an exposé.”
    “I’d hate to be around when you try and explain that to him. He’ll think you’ve used him.” He paused for emphasis. “He’ll be right, Avery.”
    “Not if I saved his life in the process. Don’t you think he could find it within himself to forgive me?”
    He swore beneath his breath. “You missed your calling. You should have been a lawyer. You’d argue with the devil himself.”
    “I can’t let my career end in disgrace, Irish. I’ve got to make restitution for the mistake I made in Washington and earn back my credibility as a journalist. Maybe I am only trying to be daddy’s little girl, but I’ve got to do it.” Her eyes appealed to him for understanding. “I didn’t pursue this golden opportunity. It was forced on me. I’ve got to make the best of it.”
    “You’re going about it the wrong way,” he said gently, tilting her chin up with his index finger. “You’re too emotionally involved, Avery. You’ve got too much heart to remain detached. By your own admission, you care for these people. You love them.”
    “All the more reason for me to stay. Someone wants to kill Tate and make Mandy an orphan. If it’s within my power, I’ve got to prevent that from happening.”
    His silence was as good as waving a white flag of surrender. She consulted his wall clock. “I must go. But first, do you have something belonging to me?”
    In under a minute she was slipping the gold chain of her locket over her head. Monetarily it wasn’t worth much, but it was her most valued possession.
    Her father had brought it back to her from Egypt in 1967, when he had been hired by
Newsweek
to document the conflict between that country and Israel.
    Avery depressed