wanted Kevin back.
All of his careful plans and they had been destroyed by Eve Duncan.
In spite of the words he had earlier hurled at Eve, he was no longer enjoying the hunt. The pleasure had lasted only a short time, until he realized that he was losing control of the situation. He had no doubt he would catch her eventually, but she was faster, smarter than he thought she’d be in the woods. She made mistakes, but she was still good enough to be annoying.
And the hunt could take much longer than he’d thought it would.
Which would mean that his plans for Zander might totter and be destroyed.
No!
Make up time. Move the plan forward.
He reached in his jacket and pulled out his phone. He would call Terence Blick and stir him into action. He was not alone in this. Blick loved Kevin, too, and would do anything to make sure he was avenged.
Blick picked up the call a moment later. “Doane?”
“Things are not going as quickly as I thought, Blick. I may need you to step in and help.”
“What’s wrong? You said you had Duncan.”
“I did have her. There was a problem.”
“Did? You let her go?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s only a temporary setback. I just may have to spend time retrieving her. I need you to go to the safe house and retrieve the box. By this time, all of Venable’s searches must have been done, and it should be fairly safe. Maybe only a guard or two to get in your way.”
“You shouldn’t have let her go.” Blick’s tone was ugly. “You yell at me for not doing what Kevin would want, but I’m the one who’s making all the moves. I shot Jane MacGuire, I killed the general, and now you want me to risk my neck going to the safe house to get that box. You said you were going to do it.”
“And I would, but I don’t have time.” He controlled his anger. “We want everything to be perfect, don’t we? Get the box, then kill Zander. Remember what they did to Kevin. You said he was your friend. Is that how you behave toward your friend? You told me you’d die for him. Now you complain when I ask for one small change in the plan.”
Silence.
“I’ll do it.”
“I knew you would. Remember to take the photo. I miss it.” He hung up.
He stood there, looking down at the abyss, trying to control his rage.
He had been wrong. He was alone.
“He’s not worthy of you, Kevin,” he whispered. “He was good enough to serve you when you were alive but he’s proving … lacking. When this is over, I may have to send him to you. You’d be able to shape him to suit yourself.”
Yes, that would be the answer. He could feel Kevin’s approval for the solution he had crafted like a gentle touch. He and Kevin had usually thought alike when he was alive, but lately he had felt that their minds were linked.
“I hate to leave you,” Doane said regretfully as he turned away from the cliff. “But I have to go down to the house and get some sleep.” He started down the path. “Eve Duncan has more strength than I thought. I have to be ready for the hunt…”
CHAPTER
3
Lake Lanier, Georgia
KENDRA CURSED HER GPS as it struggled to calculate her route from Cornelia Highway to Eve Duncan’s lake cottage. Eve had been urging her to visit ever since they had met the year before, but Kendra had no idea she would be finally making the trip under these circumstances.
It was after midnight, but the infamous Georgia heat and humidity were still living up to their reputation. She had lowered her car window to look at a road sign a few minutes before, and the air conditioner was only starting to overcome it. She glanced at her GPS device. It had now given up entirely, locked in an endless loop of RECALCULATING.
No matter. Joe Quinn had been thorough with his directions, and she was sure she could find it on her own.
But to what end?
She had dropped everything and rushed across the country to join the search, as if she was Eve’s last best hope. She had managed to impress Quinn and most