Silencing Eve

nodded. “She was already on her way out when I came over. Why? She could have tried to bluff it out. She impressed me as being very confident of her powers of persuasion. But for some reason, it wasn’t worth it to her to go to the trouble to fight that battle.” She added thoughtfully, “Maybe because she had another battle that was more important to her … and to Doane.”
    “No evidence of a connection with Doane,” Caleb said. “Wishful thinking?”
    “Shall I tell you what her connection with Doane is?” Jane said. “Violence. I had a taste of it today. Harriet Weber is full of venom, and she’d go to any lengths to get what she wants. Does she want Doane? Does she want revenge? I don’t know. But she’s a lead we have to follow. It may take us to Eve.” She turned to Trevor. “I noticed Harriet Weber’s Jeep was packed to the gills before I went in to see her. You said that you had planted some bugs in the apartment.” She asked tensely, “Please tell me you managed to plant a few among her possessions.”
    He nodded. “But they were all audio bugs for eavesdropping.”
    “Shit.”
    He smiled. “Except for one device Caleb insisted on including.”
    “What device?”
    “A micro GPS device,” Caleb said. “I thought it might come in handy.”
    “But would she have taken it with her?”
    “Oh, yes. She would definitely have taken it with her. And she’ll keep it with her.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s inserted on the inner lining of the box where she keeps her son’s letters.” He held up his phone. “And I can monitor it from my cell.”
    Jane breathed a sigh of relief. There was no doubt that Harriet would keep those hideous letters with her. “Then let’s get on the road and see if we can find out where she’s going.”
    “I’ll drive.” Trevor opened the passenger door for Jane. “Caleb, you can concentrate on tracking.”
    “Margaret.” Jane suddenly realized Margaret wasn’t with them. “None of you were supposed to be here, but I can’t believe Margaret stayed behind.”
    “Caleb suggested that she call Kendra and fill her in on the letters Kevin sent to his mother and see if Kendra could find something else in the journal that could have a connection with Harriet Weber.” Trevor raised his brows. “I was surprised that she did it.”
    “I’m not,” Jane said. “She didn’t want Kendra to feel left out.”
    Trevor nodded. “We left while she was involved with Kendra.”
    “Margaret will punish you both,” Jane said. “I don’t know how. But it will happen.”
    “I figured the two of us could take care of any emergency you might run across. Though you managed pretty well on your own.” He smiled at Jane. “But now you can sit back and concentrate on resting and recovering from what looks like the battle of the century.”
    “Trevor, I told you not to try to—” She broke off. She had fought that battle before, and he wasn’t going to listen. She leaned back in the seat. “No comment from you, Caleb?”
    “I don’t have to tell you that you need to rest,” he said quietly. “You’ve probably done damage. Your shoulder is going to start throbbing if it’s not already.”
    “No serious damage.” But she didn’t tell him that he was right, and the healing wound in her shoulder was throbbing. She would be all right, she told herself. But now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, she was suddenly limp and exhausted. She didn’t want to argue with anyone at the moment.
    Except Harriet Weber.
    If Harriet were back on the scene, Jane knew that she would be ready and able to take her on. The woman was corrupt in a way that was different from Doane but might be even more evil. She was feeling a rush of strength and rage at the thought of her.
    But not now. As Trevor said, she needed to conserve her energy.
    “Okay?” Trevor asked softly.
    She nodded. “Tired.” She smiled wearily. “But I found out one thing from my little dustup with Harriet Weber.”
    “What’s that?”
    “You were wrong, Trevor.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “So wrong. I definitely have the killer instinct.”

 
    CHAPTER
    9
    Denver International Airport
    “IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO leave me now,” Zander said as he got out of the helicopter. “It’s been delightful, but I’m getting a bit bored with you, Catherine.”
    “Liar.” She smiled as she jumped to the ground. “You may be feeling a bit claustrophobic, but you’re not bored. You just want to