Silencing Eve

“This is Jane MacGuire. You don’t know me, but it’s essential that I talk to you. If I come to the school where you’re teaching, could you spare a few minutes?”
    “I’m very busy Ms. MacGuire.” Harriet’s voice was crisp. “I have students who need me. Perhaps we could make an appointment for next week.”
    “I need to talk to you right away. I don’t want to disturb you in any way, but I have to ask you a few questions.” She paused. “It concerns your ex-husband and your son.”
    Silence. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m a widow.”
    “Your ex-husband’s name was James Relling. When he was placed under federal protection, his name was changed to James Doane.”
    Another silence. “Are you a reporter?”
    “No.” She paused. “I wonder if you’ve been informed that your ex-husband was recently killed in an explosion?”
    She didn’t answer for a moment. “Yes, that CIA agent Venable called me and told me that James and some woman were blown up in a town in Colorado. I told him I didn’t care, that I’d put all that behind me.”
    “I do care,” Jane said. “I couldn’t care more. That woman was Eve Duncan, who adopted me when I was ten years old, and he was responsible for her death. Perhaps you saw the media coverage?”
    “No, I don’t know anything about her or what happened. I didn’t want to know. I told Venable that James was a stranger to me now, and I didn’t want to hear anything about what kind of terrible things he was doing.” She added harshly, “Is that why you came? You want to heap blame on me because of what he did to that Eve Duncan? Well, it’s not my fault. Venable was supposed to watch him and keep him from doing anything bad. I’ve had nothing to do with James for years.”
    “I have no intention of blaming you for anything. I don’t want to cause you any trouble. Just answer a few questions, and I promise I’ll go away and not bother you again.”
    “Why won’t you leave me alone?” she said angrily. “I told you, that was another life.”
    And Jane was feeling guilty at insisting. But not guilty enough to stop. Every avenue had to be explored with Eve in danger. “Just a few questions.”
    Harriet Weber was silent, and Jane could sense the waves of resentment in that silence. “Very well,” she said shortly. “I’ll meet you in the stands at the athletic field behind the school. One hour.” She hung up.
    Jane made a face. “She’s not pleased.” She turned to Trevor and Caleb, who had been listening on speaker. “And who can blame her? She worked hard to have a second chance, and she thinks I might blow it for her. I’ll be as glad as she is when this is over.”
    Caleb smiled. “But not if you can squeeze something of value out of her. I take it that we’re not invited to go along?”
    She shook her head. “All she’d need to send her running for the hills is to see more than one person heading toward her. You’re both high-impact. I sent Margaret to rent a car, and she can drive me, but I’m not letting her come to the meeting either.” She got to her feet and started for the car-rental area. “I have to go down and sign for the car. Margaret’s not old enough. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
    “And you’re leaving us to our own devices?” Trevor asked. “Boredom can be dangerous.”
    “That sounds more like Caleb than you.”
    “I have my moments.” He smiled. “Remember?”
    Yes, she remembered all of those moments that had been charged with adventure and sex and a thousand other emotions that had made life full of zest. Gazing at him, she could feel a wave of nostalgia sweep over her, warm, sweet … She shook her head. “That was the past, Trevor. I’m living only in the present.”
    “Not true. But I’ll settle for the present.” He waved his hand dismissingly. “Have a good chat with Satan’s mother.”
    “I will.” Jane felt both their eyes upon her as she headed for the rental-car booth.
    She saw Margaret step forward as she approached. “Everything is fine,” she said. “Just sign and show him your ID. I gave him your credit card, so we’re all set.”
    “My credit card? How did you get my credit card?”
    “I took one of them out of the bedside table drawer in your hospital room a couple weeks ago. I needed it to get to Colorado to find Eve.” She smiled. “I meant to give it back to you, but I kept forgetting.”
    Jane stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t you think it