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      “That’s one theory.” Duncan sipped his beer. “Cam’s going to see what he can find out. Deanna also claimed that the sapphires weren’t Eleanor’s dowry. If not, how did she come into possession of them? My mom is already trying to trace how the jewels made their way from Mary Stuart’s coronation to Eleanor Campbell MacPherson.”

      “In the meantime, the state police are tracing the calls on Lewis’s phone, and the trauma center will let you know the moment she regains consciousness,” Skinner said. “The bad news is that due to the severity of her injury, that may not happen anytime soon. She’s slipped into a coma.”

      Which meant that Deanna was a temporary dead end when it came to information. Duncan flipped the steaks. “There’s still someone out there who is after Eleanor’s dowry.”

      “Any ideas about him or her?” Skinner asked. “You’re the profiler.”

      “I’m thinking, I’m hoping, that Deanna’s partner is more rational,” Duncan said. “Whoever decided that Eleanor must have hidden the sapphires had the same basic idea that I did. The plan to search the library for some clue to the location of the jewels is exactly where I might have begun. And he was patient. Deanna wasn’t. But until we track that person down, we can’t be sure any of the MacPherson women are safe.”

      “They’re going to be as safe as we can make them. And we may have answers soon.” Daryl put a hand on Duncan’s shoulder. “In the meantime you and Piper have taken a dangerous serial killer off the street, you’ve captured one of the persons who was sneaking into the library, and you’ve found the second of Eleanor’s earrings. Any one of those things is worth a good steak any day. Even if we have to eventually wash it down with champagne.”

      “I can drink to that,” Skinner said. The three men raised their bottles in a toast.

      PIPER THOUGHT THE MEAL WOULD never end. Not that she didn’t enjoy the steak and the champagne. It was just that since they’d come back from the cave, she hadn’t had a moment to think or to plan. Or to talk to Duncan.

      There’d been so many people, asking so many questions—first the state police, then the FBI. Her cell phone vibrated just as Daryl leaned over to top off her champagne. Reporters had been bothering her all afternoon, but she’d let them all go to voice mail. She glanced at the caller ID—Abe Monticello. Rising, she said, “I have to take this.” Then she walked out onto the patio. If Richard Starkweather was using Abe’s cell phone again, she was going to—

      “Piper. The story’s just breaking on the news here in D.C. Thanks to you, Patrick Lightman is going back to jail. Are you all right?”

      Not Richard, but Abe.

      “I’m fine. What do you mean thanks to me?”

      “The FBI has released an official statement that you were instrumental in the arrest, and that he was trying to abduct you when you took him out with a rock. You’re a heroine. Don’t you watch TV up there?”

      She turned back to stare at Duncan. “We’ve been busy.” Especially Duncan, she suspected.

      “I need you back here in the office on Monday. Now that you’re out of danger, I want you to take over second chair on the Bronwell trial. Richard can’t seem to do anything with the files you left him. Will you come back?”

      “Yes,” she said. “But there’s something I have to take care of right now.”

      Then she strode into the kitchen and right over to Duncan’s chair. “That was Abe Monticello. Evidently your boss called my boss and I’m supposed to report back to work on Monday. Now that I’ve been instrumental in the arrest of Patrick Lightman, I’ve gone from villain to heroine in the twenty-four-hour news cycle. So I’ll be an asset sitting second chair in the Bronwell trial.”

      “You will. But you don’t sound happy about it,” Duncan said.

      “I am.” She just wasn’t as happy as she’d thought she’d be.

      “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Duncan asked.

      “Yes, it is.” She remembered standing in the kitchen the evening before, telling Vi that this was exactly what she wanted. Her old life back. She’d wanted what she’d had before her apartment floor had been turned into an imitation of a crime scene. She’d wanted normal. And she still wanted to work for Abe. With all his flaws, he was the best teacher she could have at this stage of her career. But…

      Piper glanced around the table and noticed three sets of interested eyes on them. She shifted her gaze back to Duncan. “We have to talk. Now.” Then she turned and walked back out on the patio. When Duncan joined her, she led the way to the far end, then whirled to face him.

      “We have to get this settled now once and for all. I know that you played a role in Abe’s decision to call me.”

      When he opened his mouth to speak, she held up a hand. “Don’t try to explain. And I know I should be thanking you. I am thanking you. It’s what I wanted.”

      “The thing is, I don’t need you to play white knight. I can take care of myself.” And that was true. It just wasn’t what she’d wanted to say.

      Duncan studied her in the dimming light. She looked like a huntress again, and if he hadn’t already fallen in love with her, he would have right in that moment.

      Beyond one of her shoulders, he saw the sun, a large orangey-red ball, sinking slowly toward the lake. In a matter of minutes, it would be gone. And it reminded him of how quickly time passed. And of how much you could lose out on if you hesitated too long.

      “I agree. You can take care of yourself, and we do need to settle this.” He took her hand and drew her quickly along the path that wound through the garden. He didn’t stop until they were standing beneath the stone arch.

      “Okay,” he said. “I think it’s only appropriate to settle everything in the place where everything began between us.”

      “Yes.” Her gaze strayed to the spot on the right side of the arch where the metal box was hidden. Then she clasped her hands together. “You’re right. Everything did begin here. With that fantasy I wrote out. And … I think … I …”

      Duncan narrowed his gaze on her. Had he ever seen her at a loss for words?

      She twisted her fingers together and met his eyes. “I know what you’re going to say. It’s just … I …”

      It was only the second time he’d ever seen her rattled. He’d be a fool not to take advantage of it. Stepping forward he took one of her hands and linked his fingers with hers. And just that contact had his own tension easing a bit. Keeping his eyes steady on hers, he raised her hand to his lips. “You don’t know what I’m going to say, Piper. Because I’m winging it here. I don’t have your way with words. But I didn’t bring you here because of that fantasy you wrote all those years ago.”

      “You didn’t?”

      “No. I brought you here because I thought it was the best place to explain exactly what I want. I’m taking a page from your book, and Angus and Eleanor’s book. I want to tap into every bit of the power of the СКАЧАТЬ