it.â
âYour husbandâBill Nekâis holding two men prisoner someplace in the mountains. They were being held in an abandoned silver mine, but that may have changed. Anyway, I need to find out where they are, Melissa. Itâs very important. Is there any chance you could find out the location?â
The woman stepped back, thinking. âHe keeps all his private papers locked and guarded. In his office, though, there are a lot of maps of Colorado. Those arenât locked. If I could sneak in there and get a look, they might tell me something. Heâs always scribbling on maps.â
âJust as long as you donât get caught. Iâd feel like hell if you got into trouble trying to help me.â
She kissed him quickly. âIâd do anything for you, darling. Anything in the world. But only if you promise that this wonât be our last time. Promise me?â
Hawker was putting on his clothes. âI have a rule about making promises to women. Itâs something I never doânot since I said yes to my ex-wife, anyway.â
âAh, the bitter divorced man.â
âNot bitter at all. I married a very nice woman. It was a mistake, and we both realized it, and we split. She now lives with a bisexual fashion designer, and theyâre both very busy with a political action group demanding a cure for AIDS. I wish them both well. I still send her a card on her birthday.â
âThen why do you sound just a little bitter?â
âWell, maybe just a little. But Iâm still not going to make you any promises.â
Hawker found a pad and pencil by the phone, wrote her unlisted number down and put it in his pocket, then wrote the telephone number of his hotel room (but not the number of his hotel room) on another slip of paper and handed it to her. âIf you learn anything, give me a call. Is there any way I can reach you at Nekâs house?â
She shook her head. âI have a private room, in fact, a private wing of the house. And that includes a great many telephones and three private numbers, but Iâm sure that old bastard has them all tapped. Heâs a fanatic for security. When I get back, heâll practically have me interrogated by those Nazis he keeps around the place. He hates it when I sneak out alone.â
âTell him you bought the Porsche as a surprise for him,â Hawker suggested. âThat will explain your secrecy.â
The womanâs eyes flashed. âI wouldnât buy that evil, evil creature anything. Ever. He knows thatââ
âThen why does he keep you if you hate him so?â
The womanâs face lost its flush of pleasure, and Hawker was immediately sorry that he had asked. âHe keeps me because he sees me as his piece of property. Thatâs why; He makes me do things. Terrible things. What we did tonight, you and me, it was good, it was clean, it was a strong, pure thing we did. But the things Nek makes me do are sick. Theyâre nauseating. I know that he watches me when Iâm there in the nasty house. I know he has ways of seeing me when Iâm in the shower or the bath or on the toilet. Two-way mirrors, maybe. Or some kind of video setup. I can almost feel his nasty eyes on me. I can feel him touching me with his eyesâand thereâs not a thing in the world I can do about it!â Hawker wrapped his arm around the woman as her voice broke and she began to cry.
âThere is something you can do about it, Melissa,â he said softly. âItâs called divorce. This is no longer the Old West. Nek may be the richest man in Denver, but he doesnât make the laws. Get a lawyer and have the courts protect you. Sell this house and use the money to move to Europe. You have a lot of options.â
âYou donât understand, you donât understand,â she wailed miserably. âMy life is so awful, and thereâs nothing I can do to change it.
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