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“I’ll tell you where to stop.”

  The driver shrugged. As they pulled away from the curb there seemed to be a lot of people spilling out of the terminal, but Jane didn’t look back. She was still shaking. “It can’t be Turego again, can it?”

  Grant shrugged. “It’s possible, if he has enough money. I’m going to make a phone call.”

  She’d thought she was safe, that they were both safe. After the two peaceful days spent in Mexico, the sudden fear seemed that much sharper and more acrid. She couldn’t stop trembling.

  They didn’t go all the way into Dallas. Grant instructed the driver to drop them at a shopping mall. “Why a shopping mall?” Jane asked, looking around.

  “There are telephones here, and it’s safer than standing in a phone booth on the side of a street.” He put his arm around her and hugged her briefly to him. “Don’t look so worried, honey.”

  They went inside and found a bank of pay telephones, but it was a busy day and all the lines were in use. They waited while a teenager argued extensively with her mother about how late she could stay out that night, but at last she hung up and stormed away, evidently having lost the argument. Grant stepped in and commandeered the telephone before anyone else could reach it. Standing close by him, Jane watched as he dropped in the coins, punched in a number, then dropped in more coins. He leaned casually against the fieldstone nook that housed the telephone, listening to the rings on the other end.

  “Sullivan,” he finally drawled when the phone was answered. “She was nearly grabbed in DFW.” He listened a moment; then his eyes flicked to Jane. “Okay, I got it. We’ll be there. By the way, that was a dumb move. She could’ve killed the guy.” He hung up, and his lips twitched.

  “Well?” Jane demanded.

  “You just belted an agent.”

  “An agent? You mean, one of your friend’s men?”

  “Yeah. We’re taking a little detour. You’re going to be debriefed. It was left up to some other people to pick you up, and they decided to pick you up after we’d parted company, since I’m no longer in the business and this doesn’t officially concern me. Sabin will pin their ears back.”

  “Sabin? Is he your friend?”

  He was smiling down at her. “He’s the one.” He stroked her cheekbone very gently with the backs of his fingers. “And that’s a name you’re going to forget, honey. Why don’t you call your parents and let them know that you won’t be in tonight? It’ll be tomorrow; you can call them again when we know something definite.”

  “Are you going, too?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it.” He grinned a little wolfishly, already anticipating Kell’s reaction to Jane.

  “But where are we going?”

  “Virginia, but don’t tell your parents that. Just tell them that you missed your flight.”

  She reached for the phone, then stopped. “Your friend must be pretty important.”

  “He’s got some power,” Grant understated.

  So, they must know about the microfilm. Jane punched in her credit card number. She’d be glad to get the whole thing over with, and at least Grant was going to be with her one more day. Just one more day! It was a reprieve, but she didn’t know if she’d have the strength for another good-bye.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  THE VIRGINIA COUNTRYSIDE around the place was quiet and serene, the trees green, the flowering shrubs well-tended. It looked rather like her father’s Connecticut estate. Everyone was polite, and several people greeted Grant, but Jane noticed that even the ones who spoke to him did so hesitantly, as if they were a little wary of him.

  Kell’s office was right where it had always been, and the door still had no name on it. The agent who had escorted them knocked quietly. “Sullivan is here, sir.”

  “Send them in.”

  The first thing Jane noticed was the old-fashioned charm of the room. The ceilings were high; the mantel was surely the original one that had been built with the house over a hundred years before. Tall glass doors behind the big desk let in the late afternoon sun. They also placed the man behind the desk in silhouette, while anyone who came in the door was spotlighted by the blazing sun, something George had told her about. He rose to his feet as they entered, a tall man, maybe not quite as tall as Grant, but lean and hard with a whipcord toughness that wasn’t maintained by sitting behind a desk.

  He stepped forward to greet them. “You look like hell, Sullivan,” he said, and the two men shook hands; then he turned his eyes on her, and for the first time Jane felt his power. His eyes were so black that there was no light in them at all; they absorbed light, drawing it into the depths of the irises. His hair was thick and black, his complexion dark, and there was an intense energy about him that seared her.

  “Ms. Greer,” he said, holding out his hand.

  “Mr. Sabin,” she returned, calmly shaking his hand.

  “I have a very embarrassed agent in Dallas.”

  “He shouldn’t be,” Grant drawled behind her. “She let him off easy.”

  “Grant’s boots were in the pack,” Jane explained. “That’s what stunned him so badly when I hit him in the head.”

  There was the first hint in Sabin’s eyes that Jane wasn’t quite what he’d expected. Grant stood behind her, his arms calmly folded, and waited.

  Sabin examined her open expression, the catlike slant of her dark eyes, the light dusting of freckles across her cheekbones. Then he quickly glanced at Grant, who was planted like the Rock of Gibraltar behind her. He could question her, but he had the feeling that Grant wouldn’t let her be harrassed in any way. It wasn’t like Sullivan to get involved, but he was out of the business now, so the old rules didn’t apply. She wasn’t a great beauty, but there was a lively charm about her that almost made Sabin want to smile. Maybe she’d gotten close to Sullivan. Sabin didn’t trust that openness, however, because he knew more about her now than he had in the beginning.

  “Ms. Greer,” he began slowly, “did you know that George Persall was—”

  “Yes, I did,” Jane interrupted cheerfully. “I helped him sometimes, but not often, because he liked to use different methods every time. I believe this is what you want.” She opened the backpack and began digging in it. “I know it’s in here. There!” She produced the small roll of film, placing it on his desk.

  Both men looked thunderstruck. “You’ve just been carrying it around?” Sabin asked in disbelief.

  “Well, I didn’t have a chance to hide it. Sometimes I put it in my pocket. That way Turego could search my room all he wanted and he’d never find anything. All of you spy types try to make everything too complicated. George always told me to keep it simple.”

  Grant began to chuckle. He couldn’t help it; it was funny. “Jane, why didn’t you tell me you had the microfilm?”

  “I thought it would be safer for you if you didn’t know about it.”

  Again Sabin looked thunderstruck, as if he couldn’t believe anyone would actually feel the need to protect Grant Sullivan. As Kell was normally the most impassive of men, Grant knew that Jane had tilted him off balance, just as she did everyone she met. Sabin coughed to cover his reaction.

  “Ms. Greer,” he asked cautiously, “do you know what’s on the film?”

  “No. Neither did George.”

  Grant was laughing again. “Go ahead,” he told Sabin. “Tell her about the film. Or, better yet, show her. She’ll enjoy it.”

  Sabin shook his head, then picked up the film and pulled it out, unwinding it. Grant produced his cigarette lighter, leaned forward, and set the end of the film on fire. The three watched as the flames slowly ate up the length of celluloid until it burned close to Sabin’s fingers and he dropped it into a large ashtray. “The film,” Sabin explained, “was a copy of something we don’t want anyone else to know. All we wanted was for it to be destroyed before anyone saw it.”

  With the stench of burning plastic in her nostrils, Jane silently watched the last of the film curl and crumble. All they’d wa