Blind Alley - Iris Johansen [32]
“He saved Toby.”
“But then he ran away.”
“He knew Joe would still have arrested him.”
“As he should do.”
“He saved Toby,” she repeated. “And he'll do us more good out of jail.”
“How do you figure that?”
“He wants Aldo.” She stroked Toby's head. “And I don't care about forging documents and impersonating a police officer and all of that stuff. If he can find him, then that's all that matters.”
“Maybe it will be a moot point if Joe catches Aldo tonight.”
“I don't think he will.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling. I don't think it's his time.”
“I hope you're wrong.”
“Me, too.”
“Where's Trevor?” Joe was striding toward them, his expression grim. “Which way did the bastard go?”
“Aldo?” Eve asked.
“We lost him for the moment. He had a motorboat parked beneath the trees. I sent an all-points bulletin out. We may still pick him up.” He looked down at Toby. “How is he?”
“We'll have to get him to a vet right away but I think he'll be fine.”
He turned back to Jane. “Which way did Trevor go?”
She hesitated. She hadn't realized it would be this difficult to lie to Joe. “North.”
She felt Eve's startled gaze on her face. That's right, she must have seen Trevor take off toward the drainage pipe. She looked Eve in the eye. “North,” she repeated.
She waited.
Eve was silent a moment and then looked down at Toby. “I'll need a couple men to lift Toby on a stretcher and get him to a vet.”
Jane felt relieved and guilty at the same time. It was bad enough to lie to someone she loved, but now she had pulled Eve into the deception.
“I'll get Mac to arrange it.” Joe turned away. “I'm going to be busy.” He strode toward the policemen standing at the edge of the glade.
“Thank you,” Jane whispered.
“Don't thank me.” Eve gave her a cool glance. “I did it because I agreed with you and I didn't want to put Joe on the spot by asking him to go along with a lie.” She looked over her shoulder at Joe and then smiled. “And the point may not even be applicable. He's splitting up the force and sending some of them south. You should have known Joe was too sharp not to read you. We may be having to do some explaining.”
Jane sighed resignedly, her gaze on Joe, who was gesturing with his usual dynamic forcefulness toward the south. “Well, I did my best. Trevor's on his own.”
“I'm sure he doesn't expect protection from anyone.”
“I didn't do it for him, I did it for me. I may need him.”
“Don't talk like that. I know you're upset about Toby but you leave Aldo to Joe and the department. You're out of this, Jane.”
“Tell that to Aldo. He doesn't think I'm out of it.” She gently stroked Toby's head. “And I know I'm not. I just have to wait until the next time comes around.”
“Next time?”
“He'll come back. He'll always come back. Until one of us is dead.”
“How can you know that? This attempt may have discouraged him.”
Why am I so positive? Jane wondered. The words had come from her lips and mind with absolute certainty.
The circle. Inescapable, always there, always repeating.
But she couldn't say that to Eve. Why should she understand when Jane couldn't? “A hunch.” That was as true as any other explanation. She changed the subject. “I saw his face. Not clearly, and just for an instant. But I'll be able to give Joe a sketch.”
“Good. But he would rather have had Trevor.” Eve raised her head. “Here comes Mac with the stretcher for Toby. I'll be glad to get both of you home.”
He was bleeding.
Aldo could feel the blood running down his shoulder, but he couldn't stop to tend it. He had to reach the bank where he'd hidden his car and get out of here before Quinn chased him down. It didn't hurt anyway. He was too full of rage and frustration to feel pain.
The bitch. She had sunk her fangs in him and then lived to see him run like a fox from the hounds. He'd not even been able to punish her by killing the dog.
Trevor's fault.
Trevor barging in and interfering. Trevor stepping in front of Cira and keeping him from punishing the whore.
Whore. Yes, that's what she was. She'd managed to ply her wiles on Trevor and he was now as much her