“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I didn't get buried in a cave-in.”
“Aldo?”
“Aldo's dead.” She could see the light of Joe's flashlight now. “Trevor's gone for help.”
“Why didn't you go with him?”
“I wasn't invited. And if I had been, I'd have refused. How could I leave you down here?” She sat down beside him, picked up a rock, and threw it to one side. “Joe, how much farther do we have to go to get her out?”
“Not far.” He smiled at her. “Less than when I was doing it alone.”
She nodded as she picked up another rock and hurled it aside. “You bet it is. Being alone sucks. Two is always better.”
How's Jane?” Joe asked as Eve came out of the emergency room.
“Not pleased.” She grimaced. “They've sewed up her calf and it's a minor wound but they're going to keep her overnight for observation. She was most indignant they didn't keep me here instead.”
“It wouldn't be a bad idea.”
“Yes, it would. I'm fine. Just a few bruises.”
“Then let's get you back to the villa to bed.” He started down the hallway. “You need a little rest and—”
“No.”
“No?” He looked at her. “You're going to stay with Jane?”
She shook her head. “She doesn't need me and there's something I have to do.” She punched the button for the elevator. “And there's something you have to do, too.”
This is a lousy idea, Eve.” Joe set Giulia's skull on the pedestal. “You should be in bed resting, not working.”
“I have to get it done.” She turned the light on over the reconstruction. “Did you have any trouble with the local police about taking it out of the coffin?”
“I didn't ask them. I just dug my way through the rubble on top of the coffin and took it. It's mass confusion down there. There are so many rescue workers, archaeologists, and police getting in each other's way that all I had to do was look like I knew what I was doing. There's no way that could happen at home. Jesus, I'll be glad to get back to Atlanta.”
“So will I.” She shivered as she gazed at the reconstruction. There was something macabre about seeing Jane's face on this ancient skeleton. Snap out of it. Jane was alive and this was Eve's own work. “I'm sick to death of this mess. While I was pinned under those rocks all I could think about were Jane and that murderer. I nearly went crazy.” Her lips tightened. “There's no telling what damage dealing with that bastard has done to her. If she was like most girls she'd be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life.”
“She's not like most girls. She'll be fine.”
“I hope so. But it went on for too long. It hurt her and I can't stand that. I want her back home living a normal life.”
“A few more days won't matter.”
“It will matter to me.” She took the glass eyes out of the reconstruction. “I want out of here and this is the last thing I have to do to cut our ties. I have to give Giulia her true face and hand her over to Trevor to take back to the museum.” She carefully began to erase the features she'd created. The depth was accurate and she mustn't change that as she did the final sculpting. “So leave me alone and let me get to it. It's going to be a long night.”
“I'll hang out and keep you company.”
She shook her head. “If you want to help, phone and make our airline reservations out of here for tomorrow night. And then talk to the Italian authorities and make sure that they're not going to put any barriers up to keep us here.”
“They already took our statements. And I pulled a few strings to get them to leave it at that for the moment.”
“Be sure. I have to have an end to it.” She added wearily, “Dear God, and my Jane has to have an end to it.”
He nodded. “I'm on my way.”
Smooth.
Work fast. Don't think. Let Giulia's face tell the story.
More curve to the upper lip.
Smooth.
More definition beneath the cheekbone.
Smooth.
Her hands were moving quickly, deftly over Giulia's face.
Keep your mind empty.
Should the nose be shorter? It seemed right.
We're almost there. Just a little more over the brow.
No, that was wrong.
“Help me, Giulia. You've been lost for too long.”
Smooth.
Her fingertips were hot, though the clay was cool.
Smooth.
Tell me. They said you were a worker but that's not enough. You need a face so we'll be able to know you.
Smooth.
That's it, help me.
A little more.
Done!
She drew a deep breath and took a step back. “It's the best I can do, Giulia. I hope I got it— Oh, my God.” She closed her eyes, and whispered, “Dear God in heaven.”
I want out of here, Eve.” Jane scowled. “The emergency room should have checked me out and let me go last night. There's nothing wrong with me. You're the one the tunnel fell on.”
“But I got by with bruises.” Eve filled Jane's water glass and handed it to her. “You had cuts, a strained shoulder, and loss of blood from that leg wound. Incidentally, the doctor said that you'd aggravated that shoulder injury by tossing those rocks around to get me out.”
“It didn't hurt.” She amended as she saw Eve's skeptical expression, “Much.” She took a sip of water and set it down. “When can you get me sprung?”
“This afternoon. And Joe made reservations on the midnight flight tonight. We're going home.”
“Good. You're sure you're feeling okay?”
“Jane, I'm fine. Joe is fine. That's the third time you asked that today. Now stop fretting. It's not like you.”
“I've never been responsible for nearly getting both of you killed before.” She reached for her hand. “I'm sorry. I'd never have forgiven myself if you'd really been hurt.”
“It was our choice. We'd do it again.” She smiled as she squeezed her hand. “We couldn't get along without you. Like I told you, family is everything.”
“Not when I almost got you—” She stopped as Eve's hand covered her lips.
“Hush,” she said. “It wasn't easy for you to crawl through that tunnel in the dark to get to me. Why did you do it?”
“You needed me.”
“I rest my case.” She stood up. “Now I don't want to hear any more about it. Okay?”
She swallowed to ease the tightness of her throat. “Okay. But you can't stop me from thinking.” She drew a deep breath. “Where's Trevor? I haven't heard anything from him since he and Bartlett dug us out of the passage.”
“I saw him this morning before I came to the hospital. He picked up Giulia to return her to the museum.”
“But you didn't finish her.”
“Yes, I did. Last night. I worked all night to complete her. It wasn't that difficult. I'd done all the basic measurements. I only had to do a final.”
Jane smiled as she shook her head. “Only you would decide to do a reconstruction after you were dug out of a cave-in.”
“It was important to me.” Her hand tightened around Jane's. “I wanted this nightmare over. I had to have it over.”
“I understand. Me, too. After I call Sam Drake and give him his scoop, I'll be glad to put an end to all of this. What did she look like? Was she pretty?”
Eve looked away. “Not really pretty. She had a strong, interesting face.”
“And Trevor took her back already?” She paused. “He hasn't been by to see me. Not that I really expected him.”
“I imagine he's trying to stay out of Joe's way.”
“He thinks Joe will arrest him? He saved your life. He probably saved mine, too.”
“It would probably be more comfortable for Joe if he just disappeared. Then he wouldn't have to make a decision.”
“He won't stay around for long. He's got what he wa
nted.” She added, “But it wouldn't have hurt him to say good-bye.”
“Sometimes it does,” Bartlett said from the doorway. “Take me. I'm feeling very sad to say good-bye to you, Jane.” He came forward and took her hand. “But good friends never say permanent farewells, do they?”
“Are you going back home to London?” Eve asked.
“I'm considering it.” He smiled. “Or I may tag along with Trevor for a while. Life is never boring with him.”
“Where is he going?” Jane asked.
“I have no idea. You'll have to ask him.” He turned to Eve. “Good-bye. Thank you for all your kindness.”
Eve gave him a quick hug. “Take care. Call me if you need anything.” She brushed a kiss on Jane's forehead. “I'll pick you up at two this afternoon.”
“I'll be ready. 'Bye.” Jane watched her leave the room before turning back to Bartlett. “I'm not going to have the chance to ask Trevor anything, am I?”
“You might. Although it would be wiser for him to fade into the sunset.”
“Where is he?”
“He said he was returning that skeleton to the museum in Naples. Then he's taking the six o'clock flight from Naples to Rome. After that, I've no idea.”
“Why are you telling me that, if you believe it's wiser for him not to see me?”
He shrugged. “It's been brought to my attention lately that life is very short and wisdom may not be all that it's cracked up to be. When I was digging through that rubble with Trevor and the rescue crew, trying to get all of you out of that tunnel, I was thinking how sweet life could be and what a shame it was to miss a minute of it.” He turned away and headed for the door. “And that's why I'm probably going with Trevor and not back to my accounting job. I'll stay in touch, Jane.”
She lay there after he left, staring at the soothing seascape on the wall across the room. Everything in this room was bright and soothing, meant to help heal and make everything right. So different from the oppressive darkness of that tunnel. That nightmare time seemed remote and far away.
Can't breathe.
Hot. Smoky.
Night without air.
Would that dream of Cira fade away too?
It would no doubt be better if it did. She had spent far too much time researching and racking her brains to find some logical reason for a totally illogical experience. She should chalk those dreams of Cira up to one of life's mysteries and move on with reality. Yes, that was sensible.
And Mark Trevor should be dismissed with the same logic and practicality. He had been an interesting experience and she had learned something about herself from meeting him. Yet in six months the chances were that she would be on her way to completely forgetting him. She'd be starting her life and not looking back.
It was finished.
Naples was bathed in twilight, bustling, busy, old, yet trying to come to terms with its age and concentrate on the future.
Different from Herculaneum, Trevor thought as he looked out the plate-glass window at the airport. Herculaneum lived in the past and was content to stay that way. Why not? Cira's city possessed a glorious past that fit her—
“You're very rude.”
He stiffened and slowly turned to see Jane standing behind him. “This is a surprise.” She was dressed in khakis and a loose white shirt. Her cheek was bruised, she was pale, and her expression was grim.
And, God, she looked beautiful.
“It's a surprise to me, too.” She took a step toward him. “Because I'm angry that you could be so rude and stupid. You could have come to the hospital to say good-bye. I shouldn't waste my time on you.”
“I agree. You shouldn't be here. How's the wound in your leg?”
“Sore. I'll survive. Bartlett must have told you that I'm going to be fine. Where is he? Did he decide to go with you?”
He nodded. “He's in the coffee shop.”
“And where are you going?”
“Switzerland, first.”
“But you won't stay there. You'll be going after Precebio's gold.”
He smiled. “It's Cira's gold. Perhaps eventually. It's a little too hot around here for me right now.”
“I don't believe Joe's going to turn the law loose on you.”
“I imagine Scotland Yard will have its own agenda. They don't like tampering with their Web site or interfering with their caseload.” He shrugged. “At any rate, I'm always one to avoid trouble.”
“Liar.”
He chuckled. “Well, unless there's a fifty-fifty chance I can talk or buy my way out of it.”
She nodded. “Bartlett said that you're addicted to walking a tightrope. That's stupid, too. You should grow up.”
“I'll work on it.”
“No, you'll just continue taking the same chances year after year until you get yourself killed. That's why I'm surprised I even took the time to come here.”
“Why did you?”
“You saved my life. You saved Eve and Joe.”
“I also helped put all of you at risk.” His gaze searched her expression. “No, that's not the reason.”
“No, it's not.” She took another step closer. “I came because it's not finished. I was lying in that hospital bed telling myself that I was going to forget those dreams of Cira and put you completely out of my mind. I was going to put a period to the whole episode.”
“Very smart.”
“Only it's not finished and I'm not going to look back and have it gnaw at me for the rest of my life. That's not my nature. There's no one more of a realist than I am and I hate the idea that I can't figure out this connection with Cira. So shall I tell you what I'm going to do?”
“I can hardly wait.”
“Don't be sarcastic. You do want to know.”
“Sarcasm can be the first line of defense. Hell, yes, I want to know everything about you. I always have.” I always will. Don't say those words. Keep your distance. It will only be for a little while longer.
“Good. Then you'll be glad to know I'm going back to school and then on to Harvard. After that I'm going to find out what happened to Cira. I may wait until I graduate from college or I may not. I'll decide later.”
“You're coming back here?”
“Wherever I have to go to find the answers. I don't give a damn about your gold, but I have to read those scrolls. I told you, it's not finished. I have to find out if Cira died in that eruption. If she didn't, I have to know what happened to her. And I have to know how I knew about her, why I had those dreams. It's important to me.”
“You saw that excavation. It could take years to find an answer.”
“I've got years. I'm only seventeen.” She looked him directly in the eye. “No matter what you think, that's a plus. I'm going to go home and live every minute of every day. I'm going to grow and learn and experience. I'm going to see if I can find a man who makes you look boring in comparison. It shouldn't be so difficult. And, God knows, I don't want to have to deal with you and your antiquated sense of what's proper and not proper. I can't understand how a man who admits to being a criminal and a scoundrel could be so idiotic. Someday you're going to regret turning away from me.”
“I already do.”
“Well, it's too late. You had your chance.” She turned and started away. Then she whirled back to face him. “But you may get another one if I decide you're worth it and I don't find anyone better. So you'd better work on clearing Cira out of your head. I don't like the competition. She's dead and I'm alive, and by the time I'm through with making myself into the person I want to be there won't be any comparison.”
She didn't wait for an answer. Trevor watched her stride across the lobby. Her head was high, her shoulders straight, her carriage indomitable.
“I thought she might come to say good-bye.” Bartlett was standing beside him, his gaze on Jane. “Or perhaps au revoir. Which was it?”
Au revoir. Until we meet again.
“I'm not sure.” She'd almost disappeared from view but he co
uld still see the strength and determination that radiated from her every movement. He suddenly felt a surge of exhilaration. “I think it was au revoir.” He started to laugh. “And, if it was, God help me.”
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed reading about Jane MacGuire in Blind Alley. I certainly enjoyed letting her share center stage with Eve and Joe for the first time. In fact, after finishing the book I found I couldn't let her go. So I began writing another story, called Countdown, which sees Jane's adventures continue—but this time I'm afraid she's really going to be tested to the limit! Watch for it in hardcover in April 2005.
BOOKS BY IRIS JOHANSEN
BLIND ALLEY
FIRESTORM
FATAL TIDE
DEAD AIM
NO ONE TO TRUST
BODY OF LIES
FINAL TARGET
THE SEARCH
THE KILLING GAME
THE FACE OF DECEPTION
AND THEN YOU DIE
LONG AFTER MIDNIGHT
THE UGLY DUCKLING
LION'S BRIDE
DARK RIDER
MIDNIGHT WARRIOR
THE BELOVED SCOUNDREL
THE MAGNIFICENT ROGUE
THE TIGER PRINCE
LAST BRIDGE HOME
THE GOLDEN BARBARIAN
REAP THE WIND
STORM WINDS
THE WIND DANCER
BLIND ALLEY
A Bantam Book / September 2004
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