Chasing the Night - Iris Johansen [48]
“No.” Catherine’s gaze shifted back to the photo. It couldn’t be Luke. Oh God, don’t let it be Luke. “She wouldn’t thank us. She’ll be back when she’s ready.”
Chapter
8
Eve walked quickly, feverishly, down the path toward the lake.
Those bones, those poor pitiful bones.
A child tossed carelessly into the earth naked and alone.
She would not cry. Too late. She could feel dampness on her cheeks.
Stupid. Lord, how many skeletons had she seen in her career? Why had this one struck such an agonizing resonance? She should be harder, more calloused.
“That’s never going to happen, Mama.”
Bonnie.
Eve looked ahead on the path and saw Bonnie leaning against a pine tree forty feet away. The sunlight was tangling in her red curls, and she was smiling.
“Someday it might,” Eve said. “I can’t go on bleeding inside every time I see a skeleton. It’s not professional.” She wiped her eyes. “And I’m very professional. Bonnie.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Stop smiling. No, don’t.” She stopped on the path. “I need to see you smile. Why are you here?”
“Because I wanted to be here. Because you wanted me. Isn’t that a good reason?”
She drew a shaky breath. “It’s a wonderful reason. But I think that you have another agenda.”
“Agenda.” Bonnie chuckled. “Now that’s a very professional word. Yes, I have an agenda.” Her smile disappeared, and she said gently, “My agenda is to help soften the pain. That photo rocked you and sent you reeling back to what you felt when I was taken. It hurts me when you feel like that, Mama. I want it to go away.”
“Rakovac doesn’t want it to go away. Those bones…such a small child.” She whispered. “Like you, baby, such a little girl.”
“But it’s over, Mama.” She paused. “For me. I keep telling you that. I know it’s not for you. And maybe not for Luke. Don’t think about me. Don’t let that picture make you sad. Or if it does, not for me.”
“Don’t be silly. Of course it made me sad.” She swallowed. “But now I’m getting angry.”
“Good. That’s much healthier.”
“And you’re being very wise and superior. I’m not sure I like it.”
“You like it. You like everything about me.”
“You’re very confident, young lady.”
“I have a right to be. My spirit status allows a few privileges. Now go in and talk to Catherine. You’re feeling a little better, but she’s still hurting. She’s been hurting for such a long time.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean I can solve her problems.” She turned and headed for the cottage. “Or that I’ve even decided to try.”
“That’s true,” Bonnie said. “I’m sure that it will at least take you until you reach the front porch to think it all out and come to a decision.”
“Brat.” Wonderful, beloved brat.
“Be careful, Mama…”
She didn’t have to look behind her to know that Bonnie was no longer there.
No sadness. Bonnie didn’t want it. Not for her.
But the sadness was still there, and the anger.
Oh yes, the anger.
“Are you okay?” Catherine asked, as Eve came in the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset—”
“I’m fine,” Eve interrupted. “I just had to get away and do some thinking.” She went over to the sink and got a glass of water. “And I was upset. I’m still upset.”
“I told you, the photo has to be a fake. He’ll do anything to hurt me.”
“Or to lure you to come into his web and find out for yourself if it was a fake,” Eve said. “I’d say that was the principal reason for that photo. Shock value, then to draw you to him. He even said as much.”
“But he also threatened you, Eve.” She shook her head. “I never meant that to happen. I wanted your help. I didn’t want to lead him to you.”
“I realize it wasn’t deliberate.” She smiled crookedly. “Although we both know that you would have probably run the risk even if you’d known that he’d be on our doorstep. That’s the way obsession works. Take it from someone who knows.”
Catherine hesitated. “Yes, but I would have protected you. I wouldn’t have let him hurt you. I won’t let him hurt you now.”
“It’s not up to you. Not any longer.” She took Catherine’s phone again and gazed down at the pitifully macabre skeleton in the photo. “I