The Killing Game (20 page)

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ELEVEN

The desert night was chill, the breeze sharp and cool on Sarah's face as she ran. Monty ran beside her, pacing her. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins, the muscles of her calves flexing with every step.

Monty was getting impatient. She could
feel
it. He wouldn't leave without permission, but he wanted to stretch out.

Halfway up the knoll, her pace faltered.

Monty looked back at her.

She chuckled. “Go on. Make me look bad. Beat it.”

Monty flew.

She watched the moonlight brush a silver sheen on his golden coat as he ran straight up the incline.
Beautiful . . . Scientists believed dogs were descended from wolves, but she never associated Monty with wild animals except in moments like these.

He was waiting for her on the top of the knoll.

She could almost see his satisfaction.

Weakling.

“I have two legs, not four.” She stopped, trying to get her breath. “And I think you're part billy goat.”

Excuses
.

Monty loped over to lean companionably against her.

Silence. Wind. Night.

She closed her eyes, tasting them all. God, this was good.

Monty whimpered.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “What's wrong?”

He was staring down at the cabin miles below them.

“Monty?”

She moved closer to the edge, and then she could see it too. Lights. A car approaching the cabin.

She stiffened. Eve Duncan again? She had thought she'd made herself more than clear yesterday. But Eve had impressed her as being very determined. Maybe she'd decided to drive out and give it another try.

She was tempted to just stay up here until the woman got bored and went home.

Monty had other ideas.

He was already on the trail going down.

“Did I say we were going down?”

Child
.

Monty loved kids, and he remembered the little girl Jane.

Okay. Face Eve Duncan, be brief, get rid of her.

Sarah started down the trail at a trot. “Wait for me, blast it.”

Child . . .

It was not Eve Duncan's car.

Madden?

She stopped abruptly, her heart pounding. “Monty.”

Monty stopped, tensing as he heard the note of panic in her voice. He looked back at her.
Fear?

Damn right she was scared.

No child.

“I don't think so.”

What should she do? Run? Face Madden?

Even if she and Monty stayed away from the cabin for days, Madden would still be there when she got back. She knew from experience he was totally relentless.

Okay, face him. She could always disappear later.

She strode forward, Monty trotting anxiously beside her.

Help?

“No. It's okay.”

Monty whimpered.

“I said it's okay, dammit.”

“Ms. Patrick?” A man was waiting by the cabin door. “I wonder if I can speak to you? My name is John Logan.”

Not Madden.

Monty started to wag his tail as he sensed her relief.

“Always the optimist,” she murmured. “He could be a bill collector, you know.”

“Ms. Patrick?”

She strode toward him. “It's after nine at night, and Monty and I keep early hours. Call me in the morning.”

“I've driven a long way, and I need to talk to you now.” He smiled. “I assure you I'm very respectable.”

His clothes and shoes were impeccable, but so were a lot of drug dealers'. “I don't like people dropping by late at night.”

“Eve said you were difficult.”

She should have known. “Eve Duncan? She asked you to come?”

“Not really. It was my idea, but she did ask for a little help.” He gazed admiringly at Monty. “Beautiful animal.”

He was a beautiful animal himself. Sleek like a cougar. Cougars could be dangerous. “Yes, he is.” She opened the door. “And he's tired. Good night, Mr. Logan.”

“Wait.” His smile faded. “Could I come in? I'm expecting a telephone call.”

“On my phone?”

“I took the liberty. It's from someone you know. Senator Todd Madden?”

She froze.

“May I come in?”

She went into the cabin and slammed the door.

He knocked. “It would really be better if I talk to you before he does. He strikes me as a man who could be very unpleasant when he's crossed.”

Madden and everything connected to him was never pleasant. Calm down. Face the problem.

She opened the door. “Come in.” She sat down in the rocking chair. “Get to the point and then get out.”

“I'll be as quick as I can. Eve needs you to find a body buried somewhere in the area.”

“Tell her to get someone else.”

He shook his head. “She wants you. I can't blame her. I had my people do some research on you. You're quite remarkable.”

“Am I?”

“Your work in Oklahoma City was incredible. And that earthquake in Iran last year that killed two thousand—you managed to save twenty-seven people buried in the rubble.”

“And found sixty-eight dead.”

“You remember the number?”

“I remember some of the numbers. I remember all the faces.”

“Eve's not going to make you look at the face of this cadaver.”

“I've always hated the word
cadaver
. It dehumanizes.”

“All she wants you and Monty to do is locate the body. Then you can fade back into your little home in the desert.”

“It's not that easy.”

“You've worked with the police before on cadav—body searches. The Salt Lake City Police Department thinks very highly of you.”

“Whoop-de-do.”

He smiled. “Sergeant Levitz believes you can read that dog's mind. He said it's uncanny how you understand each other.”

“Levitz isn't very bright. All dog owners will tell you their pet can almost talk. When you've been with someone as long as Monty and I, you learn to understand each other.”

“Still, you'll admit it's an unusually strong bond.” He gazed at Monty, who was lying at her feet. “Even I can see that.”

She didn't answer.

“And you've been through a lot together.”

“Yes. No body search.”

He sighed. “We really need you. I'm afraid I'll have to insist.”

“Screw you.”

He checked his watch. “Is Madden very prompt? If so, he should be—”

The phone rang.

She picked up the receiver.

“Is he there?” Madden asked.

“He's here.”

“He's a very important man, Sarah. He has a lot of political connections. I don't want to antagonize him, especially since pleasing him is such a simple matter.”

“Simple for you.”

“We've discussed this before. Logan assures me the task shouldn't take more than a day or two.”

“That's too long. An hour is too long if it's not a case of life and death.”

“I know you don't like cadaver searches, but it's necessary.”

“How do you know it's not illegal?”

A pause. “Logan is a respectable businessman.”

With political connections. Sarah's hand tightened on the receiver. “I don't want to do this, Madden.”

“But you will do it.” His voice lowered to a silky murmur. “Because you know the consequences if you don't, Sarah.”

Son of a bitch.

“Two days. I'll give them two days.”

“That's all I promised Logan. Good-bye, Sarah. Good hunting.”

He hung up.

She turned to Logan. “Two days.”

“Eve will be very happy.”

“I don't give a damn if she's happy. I wish she'd never heard of me. I told her no and then she called you in to do her dirty work.”

“Contacting Madden wasn't her idea. I didn't even tell her that Madden was the key. She wouldn't have used it. She just wanted me to find out if there was something she could offer you that would entice you to do the job.”

“But you did use it.”

“I'm more ruthless than Eve. I dug deeper and discovered a weapon in Madden. She wanted you, I got you.” He glanced around the cabin. “You don't have a TV or a radio?”

“I don't need them.”

“It keeps you a little uninformed.”

“Blessedly uninformed.”

“Eve mentioned she didn't see a TV.” He held out the manila envelope he'd been carrying. “I believe you should know who you're dealing with. This is a dossier on Eve Duncan and newspaper articles about Talladega and the murder of a security guard. It won't tell you everything, but it gives you a good starting place.”

“I'm not interested in Eve Duncan unless it will get me out of this job.”

He shook his head. “But it may make you more willing to do it. Eve's trying to save a child's life.”

“By forcing me to find a dead body?”

“Unfortunately.” He moved toward the door. “By the way, if I were you, I wouldn't call the police and tell them where to find Eve. That would make me angry and I'd have to call Madden. My impression is that he doesn't give a damn about anything except his career. Am I right?”

“Police?”

“Read the file.” He opened the door. “I'll tell Eve you're delighted to be of service.”

She cursed.

“Eve will be in touch.” His lips tightened. “Get the job done. I don't care if you like it or hate it.”

Sarah watched the door close behind him. Her hands clenched into fists on the arms of the rocker. Keep your temper. Losing control won't do any good. It's only two days. Maybe there wasn't even a body.

But if there was, Monty would find it.

He whimpered and got to his feet, looking up at her.

She bent down, put her arms around him, and buried her face in his coat. “I'm sorry, boy,” she whispered. She could feel tears sting her eyes. “We have to do it.”

EVE RECEIVED A
call from Sarah Patrick later that evening.

“Logan told me you'll help. That's very kind of you.”

“I want it over as soon as possible,” Sarah said. “We'll start the search tomorrow. Do you have a general area?”

“Maybe. I'm not sure. We may have to try a couple—”

“You have two days,” Sarah said. “Try to get me a piece of the victim's clothing. Sometimes Monty responds more to the scent clinging to clothes than to a body.”

“That may take a little while. I don't know if—”

“It's up to you. I told you what I need. I don't care if we find her or not. I'd rather we didn't. After you've got the clothing, call me and I'll meet you at the search site.” She hung up.

Eve sat there a moment and then dialed Logan. “What the hell did you do to Sarah Patrick?”

“I got her to go to work for you.”

“How? She was cold as ice.”

“It's done. You have her for two days. Make use of her.”

She should have known Logan would do whatever he had to do to make it happen. He'd been ruthless as hell in getting Eve to work for him. “I didn't want her hurt.”

“She's not hurt. You're not hurt. And Jane isn't hurt. If you'll use Sarah instead of having qualms, you'll all stay alive and well. That's what's important, isn't it?”

He's right, she thought wearily. That's what's important. “She wants an article of Debby Jordan's clothing. Do you suppose you could get it without breaking into her house and scaring her family?”

“I'll manage. And no thanks are needed for my help with Sarah.”

She felt ashamed. Why was she blaming Logan? She had made the call that had started him into action. Maybe she'd even subconsciously hoped that he'd go far beyond what she'd asked. “I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little discouraged. I don't know if Sarah will be able to find the body. I'm not sure where it's buried. I'm just taking my best shot.”

“I'd like to go with you tomorrow. Any chance?”

“You've already done too much. I won't have you seen with me.”

“There's no such thing as doing too much.”

“Tell that to Sarah Patrick. She's giving me two days.”

“Try to make it within her framework. I'd prefer not to have to squeeze again. As I dodged insults, I actually found myself liking her.”

“I don't think she reciprocates. I got the impression she'd just as soon bury both of us as find Debby Jordan.”

“Since you won't let me come with you, you'll just have to deal with her. I'll have your article of clothing by tomorrow morning.”

IT WAS A
white baseball jersey with the Arizona Diamondback logo on the front.

Sarah Patrick took the shirt without looking at it. “Has it been washed since she wore it?”

“No, Logan said she slept in it the night before she disappeared.”

“Then how did he get it?”

“I didn't ask.”

“He probably stole it from a bag for the homeless.”

“He's not as bad as you think.”

“No, he's probably worse.”

“I was surprised you wanted the shirt. She's been buried for almost a month. The scent can't be—”

“I could have used a substance that simulates the decay smell, but that would have upset Monty. Not that the shirt may do any good anyway.” She shrugged. “But we'll try.” She glanced around the open field. “Why are we here?”

“This field is in back of the Desert Light subdivision.”

“So?”

“Bodies have been located in two other places associated with light. Dom repeatedly mentioned light in our last conversation. I think he was trying to tell me something.”

“Why didn't he just come right out and say where he buried her?”

“That wouldn't be as much fun for him. He wants to make me work.”

“You mean he wants to make Monty and me work.”

“He doesn't know about you.” Eve wasn't sure that was true. Dom had not contacted her since she'd arrived in Phoenix, but that didn't mean he wasn't here, watching her.

“And you want me to search this field just because of the subdivision's name?”

“It's also close to the church where Debby Jordan disappeared.”

Sarah gazed at her dubiously.

“Okay, it's not much to go on.” Eve's lips tightened. “But it's all I've got.”

“Whatever you say. I'll go on any wild-goose chase for two days. That's all you're getting from me.” She took a canvas bag from her Jeep, then glanced at Jane, who was kneeling beside Monty. “Why bring her along?”