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California."
    "Parents?"
    "Also academic types. They divorced when Eugenia was fourteen. Her mother went back to school to get her Ph.D. She now teaches in the women's studies department at a college back East. Her father is in the sociology department at a Midwestern university."
    Cyrus groaned. "That fits."
    "With what?"
    "With the way she looked down her nose at me the first time we met. She's one of those highbrowed intellectual types."
    "Could have been your shirt."
    "Nah, couldn't have been the shirt. I wore my best one. Any lovers?"
    "Couple of relationships that lasted a while, but nothing serious for the past year and a half. She has what you might call business dates, but that's about it. Actually her sex life reminds me a lot of yours. Nothing very interesting going on."
    "You can skip the editorial remarks. No one is more aware of my boring sex life than me. Anything else?"
    "Not much. She lives alone and apparently likes it that way. Her idea of a vacation is a trip to a world-class museum."
    "Okay, that's all for now as far as Ms. Swift is concerned."
    "Right."
    "Anything new on the Connoisseurs' Club angle?"
    "I've got all of the names and addresses. I'm starting the background checks."
    "You know how to reach me if you come up with anything." Absently, Cyrus severed the connection. He did not take his eyes off Eugenia Swift. She was still on the phone.
    Something important, he decided. He could feel the intensity of the conversation from here. Funny how much you could tell just by watching a person's body language.
    Eugenia was annoyed. Irritated. Impatient. Frustrated. He smiled to himself. She was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. Some people could not sit still for more than five minutes at a time.
    He, on the other hand, could stay still for hours when necessary. His grandfather had taught him the secret of stillness. It was a hunter's trick.
    Cyrus considered his quarry in the Toyota. According to Quint, she was unlikely to be arguing with a lover because she did not have one. Therefore, by process of elimination, he was forced to the conclusion that she was probably discussing him.
    The fierce battle that she had fought to keep him from accompanying her to Frog Cove Island raised a lot of interesting questions. He had been mulling them over since the meeting in her office.
    If her only goal on the island was to combine a vacation with the task of inventorying the Daventry glass, she should not have had the reaction she'd had when she'd discovered that he was going to accompany her.
    It would have been understandable if she had been merely annoyed or put out by the prospect of sharing Glass House with him. But Eugenia had been genuinely alarmed. He'd seen the brief flare of real panic in her eyes before she'd managed to conceal it.
    He was a major problem, not a minor nuisance, for her.
    He wondered why.
    There was, of course, one all-too-obvious explanation. It was just barely possible that Eugenia had picked up the same rumors that he had. If she was on the trail of the Hades cup, he had some very big problems, himself.
    He opened the door of the Jeep, got out, and walked toward Eugenia's car.

    "I understand that you don't have too much, Sally." Eugenia narrowed her eyes against the glare of sunlight on water and watched impatiently as the small ferry prepared to take on passengers and vehicles. "Just give me what you've got."
    "The most interesting thing is that Colfax was once half-owner of a company named March & Colfax Security."
    "What's so interesting about that?"
    "Three years ago the firm collapsed after something went very wrong on a transport job. Armed robbery. The details are amazingly scarce. I couldn't even find out the name of the client, let alone what got stolen. But Colfax was shot in the process."
    Eugenia sucked in her breath. " Shot? As in, with a gun? "
    "Yes. It gets worse. While he was in the hospital, his wife was the victim of a carjacking. She was killed. The cops