âYouâll get through this and come out on top. Eve and Joe are good people, and theyâre very smart.â She grinned. âSo smart that I know theyâll call me to help as soon as they realize what a mistake theyâre making not to let me run this operation.â
âWeâll keep that in mind,â Joe said dryly. He crossed the room and shook Margaretâs hand. âAnd you may be right about cozy traps. Iâll have to think about it. But there are elements in play of which you have no knowledge. All I want to do right now is to get Eve home. She may need that cozy trap for a little while.â
âReally?â Margaretâs tone was speculative. âInteresting.â She turned to Eve. âIâd like to go into this, but we should get you and Cara away from here. Come on, Iâll walk you down to your car.â She linked her arm through Caraâs and headed for the door. âDonât worry, weâll find a way around this.â
âWhat way?â Eve asked warily as she followed Margaret from the room. âItâs not like you to give up so easily.â
âMaybe Iâm getting resigned to being pushed to the side.â She winked. âOr maybe Iâm trying to keep you off guard while I figure out a way to get my own way.â
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There are elements in play you donât know about.
Margaret stood watching as Joe drove out of the hospital parking lot.
What elements, Joe?
She turned and walked slowly back toward the hospital, thinking. Sheâd been aware of something odd in Eveâs behavior earlier. Joeâs words just confirmed it.
Eve may need that cozy trap for a little while.
She went over the events of the last day and tried to put together a reasonable answer.
Nothing.
Forget reasonable. Try reaching out beyond reason.
A few possibilities, some actually interesting.
One or two that were fascinating.
She stopped short in the parking lot.
Yes, incredibly fascinating â¦
But if there was even a chance of its being true, there was no way she could let Eve go off without her help.
Help sheâd refused already with great firmness. How to get around it?
She couldnât act herself, so pull the strings. Find someone Eve wouldnât be able to refuse. Not that easy. Eve was a workaholic, and that dictated a fairly solitary life. She had Joe Quinn, her half sister, Beth Avery, a few close friends, Catherine Ling, Kendra Michaels.
And her adoptive daughter, Jane MacGuire.
Margaret would have chosen Jane first except for the fact that she had been suffering from the tragic loss of her fiancé and was only now recovering.
Jane â¦
Margaret and Jane had grown very close during the past year. She knew Jane would not think twice about jumping into the situation no matter how risky to help Eve.
She also knew that Eve would not want Jane to know about that danger.
She thought about it.
 ⦠elements in play you donât know about.
What the hell? Why was she being so hesitant? She always ended up going by instinct anyway.
She reached for her phone and dialed quickly. It rang four times before it was picked up. âJane? Itâs Margaret, do you have a few minutes? No, thatâs not right, maybe longer than that. Iâm in Carmel, California. I need to fill you in on something thatâs been going on out here and then ask you toââ
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âI almost had her,â Ramon Francoâs voice was tense with excitement. âA minute more, and Iâd have had her in the elevator, then one needle, and sheâdââ
âI told you not to make a move yet.â
âI wasnât going to do it, but you wanted her dead. Wasnât that the primary goal? There she was, and Quinn had ducked into the administration office. I could tell by the way she looked that sheâd be easy if I took her right then. I was
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