Silencing Eve

would have been a little more honest to have told me … or even asked?”
    “Yes, but you were all upset about imposing on me and might not have wanted to have anything to do with sending me after that bastard, Doane.” She smiled with satisfaction. “So I took care of it. I didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket, so I borrowed your credit card. I’ll pay you back later. You can trust me.”
    “I’m sure I can.” She signed the rental contract. “In the basics, but not to have everything clear and up front. Don’t do that again, Margaret.”
    She nodded. “Whatever.” She headed for the door. “Our car is in the pickup outside. You decided not to intimidate Harriet Weber by bringing along Trevor and Caleb?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “That’s smart. She’ll be much more comfortable with just us.”
    “You’re staying in the car.”
    “But I’m not intimidating.”
    “Margaret,” Jane said dryly as she opened the terminal door, “in your own way, you’re far more intimidating than either Caleb or Trevor.”
    *   *   *
    “YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB of reviving the embers of ‘Auld Lang Syne,’ Trevor,” Caleb said as he watched Jane and Margaret go out into the parking lot. “But it was the wrong time for Jane. You should have waited until she could concentrate fully on you.”
    “There’s never a wrong time, Caleb. Not if the emotion is honest, and the memories are good.” He smiled. “And I can understand how you’d feel a trifle annoyed by the fact that Jane and I have a history.”
    “I’m not annoyed. I was at first, but it’s just something I have to deal with. In Jane’s eyes, you’re the knight in shining armor, and I’m Merlin the evil magician.” He tilted his head. “You’re a very good knight in shining armor. Not phony. Only interested in Jane’s good. I don’t think that I’ve ever met anyone as genuine as you are. There are even moments when I actually like you, Trevor.”
    Trevor burst out laughing. “God, how it must have hurt you to say that.”
    “I have my honest moments,” he said. “And I won’t ask you to lie and tell me that liking is returned.” He was no longer smiling. “Because I’m not interested in Jane’s good. I’m too selfish, and I’ve never felt about anyone as I do Jane. White-hot and pure unadulterated lust. And I will have her, Trevor. It’s just a matter of time.”
    Trevor shook his head. “She needs something more and you can’t give it to her. But I’m lucky enough to be able to do it. You’re too intense, you’d burn her up.” He paused. “And I do like you in some weird, twisted way, Caleb. I just have to protect Jane from you.”
    “Oh, no, that won’t happen.” Caleb was smiling again. “But I’m glad that we have everything straight. Though I believe we both knew what we were up against from the beginning. Now we can concentrate on finding Eve, so that Jane will be free to think of other things.” He met Trevor’s eyes. “I agree with what you told Jane, boredom can be dangerous … but interesting. I think we should keep ourselves busy until she finishes with Harriet Weber.”
    Trevor’s eyes narrowed. “How?”
    “I have a few ideas.” He started across the terminal toward the rental-car booth. “But they require wheels. Let’s go get a car.”
    *   *   *
    WHEN JANE ARRIVED at the athletic field, it was vacant except for a young boy in navy blue gym shorts who was running the track.
    The only person sitting on the benches in the stands was a tall, well-built woman wearing a herringbone tweed coat that picked up the silver in her short, dark hair. She stood up as Jane approached her. She was even taller than she’d first appeared, Jane noticed. She was perhaps in her fifties though she looked younger. The skin of her face was olive and appeared satin soft and almost entirely without any sign of age. She had magnificent dark eyes that were staring coldly at Jane.
    “Hello, I’m Jane MacGuire. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
    “I didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t sure how ruthless you’d be about revealing facts I don’t wish revealed.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “And I don’t have much time. I have to get back to my classes. What do you want to know?”
    “Did you keep in contact with your ex-husband?”
    “I did not. I haven’t seen him since the divorce.” She asked a question of her own, “Who are you? Are you with the CIA?”
    “No,