the missing chapter andâÂthough still unsaidâÂprotecting her father. But at that particular moment, the only sure thing she had was the phone pressed to her ear.
âI canât . How can I possibly convince themâÂâ
â Miss Burrows! â The shout was so loud and abrupt she almost dropped the phone. She fought blossoming tears she knew had more to do with what that painting meant than a mystery manâs bluster and after a long pause he spoke again, calmer this time. âRemember the endgame. Itâs what we both want. Itâs all that matters.â
But why does it matter to you?
âI know. Youâre right,â she said, knowing playing along was the only move she had right now.
âHave they shown you anything? Told you anything, yet? About the murders?â
She told him what Wagner had said and what heâd shown her in that terrible white room. It seemed to please him.
âThey want to meet with me again tomorrow morning. He seemed a little, well, wobbly.â
âWobbly?â
âUnsettled. Like someone had dropped him into the middle of something he didnât understand. Heâd obviously never seen my book before today, but I have no doubt that when we meet tomorrow heâll have read it from cover to cover. He seems very much like a man who doesnât like unknowns.â She knew how he felt.
âThe fact that Wagner is dealing with you personally is an excellent sign. Iâll send you a file on him. Tomorrow, I want you to know him as well as he will know your book.â
This man has access to FBI personnel files?
âHeâs going to know more than my book. My pen name identity has some documentation behind it, but nowhere near enough to fool a government agency. Theyâre going to detain me the second I walk through that door tomorrow morning.â
âLet me worry about that,â he said. âFor now, just go home and get some rest. Read Wagnerâs file and get some sleep. Tomorrow itâs our turn.â
He hung up before she could say anything. She put the phone away and turned around to see all the other bus patrons were gone. Sheâd been so preoccupied with the call she hadnât even heard the bus come and go. She sighed and slumped down on the empty bench to wait for the next bus. As she did, she wondered about the convenience of the murders and the mystery manâs requests, but the ramifications were too overwhelming. She pushed the thoughts away as the next bus approached.
âW ATCH HER,â N ATHANâS voice said from the satellite phone held against Thomas Rangerâs square head.
Thomas was sitting behind the wheel of the limo. He kept his eyes on Emily Burrows as she waited for a bus.
âYes, sir,â Thomas said.
âShe may not be as solid as weâd hoped,â Nathan said, sadness tingeing his voice. âWe may need to change tactics if she doesnât perform as expected tomorrow.â
âThat would be unfortunate, sir.â Thomas got the message. Nathan rarely explicitly asked him to kill.
âDonât misunderstand, Thomas. We need her alive. But you may need to extract her sooner than planned. Did you get Wagnerâs file?â
âYes, sir,â Thomas said, glancing at the folder sitting on top of the metal case on the passenger seat. âOur man inside is performing well.â
âGood. Deliver the case and file and then put someone on her. You have men on site, yes?â
âYes, sir, but I can justâÂâ
âI want you back here, Thomas. At least for a little while. Youâll be back in New York in time for the event,â Nathan said.
âYes, sir. See you soon,â Thomas said signing off. He knew there was no real reason for him to head back to the island. No reason except that Nathan just felt better with his big dog by his side.
He put the satellite phone away and dialed a cell phone. He
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