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He sat down to retrieve the data she wanted, moving smoothly through the
task. It was pitifully simple for him, and his mind was left free to consider.
To decide.
She'd said he wasn't connected to this, and that she expected him to back
away when Peabody was on duty again. But she was wrong. Her name on the list
meant he was more involved than he'd ever been before. And no power on earth,
not even that of the woman he loved, would cause him to back away.
Close by, Eve worked on the auxiliary unit, recording the stark facts
into the report. She wanted the autopsy results, the crime scene team and
sweeper data. But she had little hope that she would get anything from the
spotty holiday staff before the end of the next day.
Struggling not to let her irritation with Christmas resurface, she
answered her beeping 'link. "Dallas."
"Lieutenant, Officer Miller here."
"What is it, Miller?"
"Sir, my partner and I were assigned to contact and guard APA Ring. We
arrived at her residence shortly after seven-thirty. There was no response to
our knock."
"This is a priority situation, Miller. You're authorized to enter the
premises."
"Yes, sir. Understood. We did so. The subject is not in residence. My
partner questioned the across-the-hall neighbor. The subject left early
yesterday morning to spend the holiday with her family in Philadelphia.
Lieutenant, she never arrived. Her father reported her missing this morning."
Eve's stomach tightened. Too late, she thought. Already too late. "What
was her method of transpo, Miller?"
"She had her own car. We're en route to the garage where she stored it."
"Keep me posted, Miller." Eve broke transmission, looked over, and met
Roarke's eyes. "He's got her. I'd like to think she ran into some road hazard or
hired a licensed companion for a quick holiday fling before heading on to her
family, but he's got her. I need the 'link codes for the other names on the
list."
"You'll have them. One minute."
She didn't need the code for one of the names. With her heart beating
painfully, she put the call through to Mira's home. A small boy answered with a
grin and a giggle. "Merry Christmas! This is Grandmom's house."
For a moment Eve just blinked, wondering how she'd gotten the wrong code.
Then she heard the familiar soft voice in the background, saw Mira come on
screen with a smile on her face and strain in her eyes.
"Eve. Good morning. Would you hold for a moment, please? I'd like to take
this upstairs. No, sweetie," she said to the boy who tugged on her sleeve. "Run
play with your new toys. I'll be back. Just a moment, Eve."

The screen went to a calm, cool blue, and Eve exhaled gratefully. Relief
at finding Mira home, alive, well, safe -- and the oddity of thinking of the
composed psychiatrist as Grandmom played through her mind.
"I'm sorry." Mira came back on. "I didn't want to take this downstairs
with my family."
"No problem. Are the uniforms there?"
"Yes." In a rare show of nerves, Mira pushed a hand through her sable-