CHAPTER1Atlanta Airport DEAD.
Eve was dead.
The words kept drumming in Catherine Lings mind as she walked up the gateway to the terminal. No matter how many times she told herself it was true, she still couldnt believe it. Not Eve Duncan. Not her friend, the woman who had helped to save her son.
Agent Ling? A sandy-haired young man was running after Catherine as she headed for baggage. Im Brad Linden. He showed her his CIA credentials. Agent Venable sent me to pick you up and take you to the memorial service.
Then go get your car while I pick up my bag. Catherine Ling didnt stop as she strode ahead of him. And why the hell didnt Venable come and get me himself? I need to have a few choice words with him.
Hes at the service. Its going on right now. He didnt want to show disrespect. Im afraid youre a little late.
Because no one told me that Eve She broke off. He was gazing at her warily, and she knew she must be radiating all the ferocity and sadness she was feeling. There was no use ripping at Venables errand boy because Venable had left her in ignorance of Eves death or the search when she was kidnapped several days ago. He would only try to make excuses for the inexcusable. Yes, she had been undercover in the jungles of Colombia, but that didnt mean that she wouldnt have somehow extricated herself and come home to help find Eve. Venable should have gotten word to her. No, shed had to find out in Miami when shed retrieved her own computer and been hit in the gut with the news story in USA Today.
Just have that car out front and get me to that memorial service ASAP, Linden.
While she was waiting for her bag, she scanned the story in USA Today
again. What did she expect to find? She had practically memorized the damn story on the flight from Miami. She supposed that she was trying to find an answer when there was no answer. The actual story of Eves kidnapping and murder was fairly cut-and-dried. The murderer had obviously been unbalanced and ignited explosives at a ghost town in Colorado, where he had been holding Eve captive. Since the details were sparse, they had concentrated on Eve Duncan herself. Her background, her accomplishments, quotes from famous law-enforcement officials who had used her services. All were very worth reading, Catherine thought bitterly. It wasnt often that the media got a chance to spotlight a genuinely good person. Eve had been an illegitimate child born in the slums who had given birth herself at sixteen to a little girl, Bonnie. The child had changed her life. Eve had finished her education and straightened out her mother, who was on drugs. Then the world had come crashing down when her Bonnie, seven years old, had been kidnapped and killed. Yet Eve hadnt let it destroy her. She had gone back to school and studied forensic sculpting. Since then, she had become perhaps the most skilled forensic sculptor in the world. She had brought closure to thousands of families whose children would never have been identified without her help.
Never let a good deed go unpunished, Catherine thought. That old adage was too true in Eves case.
And, dammit, she wa
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"A stunning finale." —Publishers Weekly (starred)
"A stunning conclusion to a very popular trilogy." —Booklist