Free Blind Alley by Iris Johansen Page A

forensics found with Caroline Halliburton's body," Christy said when Joe picked up the phone. "We're trying to determine from which volcano. No luck yet."
    "Scotland Yard can't help?"
    "No conclusions about the ashes found with the other victims."
    "That's what Trevor said. How the hell did he know if he's not connected with the Yard?"
    "There's the obvious answer."
    "Yeah." And he should accept the probability. To hell with instinct. His training should dictate what he thought in this case. "Any report on Trevor?"
    "Not yet. No info on a Mark Trevor in their data banks and it takes a long time to get a photo match from a sketch. No report on the fingerprints either. They sent them out to Interpol. I'll let you know when I hear something."
    "You'd better."
    "How's Jane?"
    "Restless, impatient. A hell of a lot better than Eve and me. She doesn't like being cooped up."
    "That sounds like Jane." Christy chuckled. "But she's not dumb, Joe. She's not going to do anything foolish."
    "What she considers foolish may not be what I consider foolish. She won't stay in the cottage. She says that having a police escort constantly on her heels is enough of a hassle without being made a total prisoner."
    "A visible police guard is usually an effective deterrent, Joe."
    "Usually." He went to the window and watched Jane as she strolled down the lake path. Mac and Brian were several yards behind her but in clear sight and Toby was gamboling beside her. "I don't like to count on it. Get back to me the minute you hear anything."
    "Any news?" Eve asked as he hung up the phone.
    "Volcanic ash. No location determined." He turned to face her. "Nothing on Trevor."
    "Dammit." She joined him at the window. "What's the use of all this technology if they can't pull up information when you need it?"
    "Trevor impressed me as being very smart. He may not have any criminal record."
    "Yes, he's smart. But he tipped his hand with us. And if he made one mistake, then he could have made others." She frowned.
    "And no one is an island in this day and age. What about the fingerprints? Even if he doesn't have a criminal record, he must have gone to school, gotten a driver's license. Something..."
    "We're checking." He slipped his arm around her waist, his gaze on Jane, who had just sat down on a log beside the lake. "It's only a matter of time."
    He should be in hiding, Aldo thought. It was daylight and there might be more policemen than the two following the girl combing the woods. Screw it. He'd go to ground soon but he'd take this moment. It was the first time he'd been able to see her clearly.
    He gazed hungrily at the girl sitting on the log across the lake. She appeared totally unafraid and was truly exquisite. So confident in her youth and power. The young always thought they were immortal, but she should know better. Had she no memory?
    She must remember. She was just displaying her usual arrogance. She wouldn't admit to fear because she'd look upon it as a defeat.
    But she'd admit it soon. She'd look into his eyes and he'd see the terror.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Was he out there?
    Jane stared at the woods across the lake. She couldn't see anything, but she felt... something. It was weird to think of a man stalking you, wanting to kill you for no reason other than that he didn't like your face. It was crazy and she should be more afraid.
    She felt more than just fear. She was filled with curiosity and excitement and anger. The idea of prey and hunter intrigued her. What would he do if she became the stalker? If she tried to turn the tables on that creep?
    Not that she'd do anything like that, she thought regretfully. Eve and Joe would have a cow and there was no way she'd worry them. Eve was already too concerned about her after their talk last night. She'd understood Jane more than anyone else would have but in spite of her saying she had no right to judge, it had still troubled her. No, she wouldn't willingly cause Eve any more worry.
    But the key