She didn’t want to think calmly. She wanted to launch herself at him and attack. He had not only kidnapped her, he had hurt both Jane and Ben, and she still wasn’t sure if they had survived.
But she wouldn’t find out by getting physical. She had to find out what this was all about; and then the path would be clear how she was to escape.
She forced herself to look at the skull. She was as surprised as he that she’d reacted with such revulsion when she’d seen the skull. “I wasn’t bothered,” she said coldly. “I wasn’t expecting it. I suppose on some subliminal level that I thought someone was trying to frighten me.” Yet she was still feeling that same horror now, she realized. She glanced away from the skull back to Doane’s face. “That is what you’re doing, isn’t it?”
“I have no desire to frighten you. That would be counterproductive.” He smiled gently. “I need you. We need you. I don’t wish you harm.”
“Bullshit,” she said with precision. “You sent that man, Blick, after Jane. You struck Ben down, and I still don’t know if he died from that blow. You drugged me and brought me to this place. What the hell do you call doing harm?”
He grimaced. “It doesn’t sound very good, does it? It was all necessary, but I was hoping that no permanent damage would be caused by my plan.”
“Is that why Jane was shot?” She lifted her shaking hand to cover her eyes. “You did enormous harm.”
“You heard me tell Blick that he shouldn’t have done it.”
“Yes, you slapped his hands, but he’d already hurt her.” Her hand dropped to her side. “Is she alive or dead?”
“Alive.”
Relief followed by suspicion. “How do you know?”
“I called Blick back and had him make calls. I knew that would be one of the first things you’d ask me when you regained consciousness. Jane MacGuire is at a hospital in San Juan, Puerto Rico. She has only a minor wound and should be released within a week.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you?”
“It would be easier for you if you did.” He shook his head. “But I realize I may have to give you more solid assurances. You’ll find it difficult to trust anything I say.”
“You think?” she said scornfully. “Prove it to me. Let me call Joe Quinn and hear it from him.”
“Ah, Joe Quinn. Yes, you’d believe him.”
“He’s the only one I’d believe. Where’s my phone?”
“I have it safely put away in case I need to scatter a red herring or two. But really, Eve, do you think I’d let you call him? He’s very smart, and he has technology at his disposal that I don’t. There’s a possibility that he could track us. I’ll have to find another way to reassure you.” He held out his hand. “In the meantime, you need to have something to eat before we talk. Let me help you up. I’m sure you need to go to the bathroom and wash your face. As I told you, that drug I gave you has very few aftereffects but you may feel a little groggy.”
“I don’t feel groggy.” She ignored his hand and got to her feet. “I feel angry.”
“I can see that. You’re almost rigid with rage. You’d like to attack me. From what I’ve learned about you, that might be done with a great deal of skill since you’ve been taught by your lover, who was in the SEALs.” He took a step back. “Which is why I believe I’d better clarify our situation. You might decide to attack at some point. I do have a gun, but I don’t wish to use it on you even as a threat. So I made a few advance preparations. Do you see those small holes in the ceiling?”
She looked up. “They look like empty light sockets.”
“No.” He took out a small keychain with a rectangular emblem from his pocket. “There’s also one over the front door that works automatically when the door opens unless I disarm it. All I’d have to do is touch the emblem. I press the button, and it causes gas to spray down. Nothing lethal. Just enough to knock you out. But this time you’d have a giant headache. I’d hate that to happen.”
“You could be bluffing.”
“Yes.”
“It would knock you out, too.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m familiar with this gas. I’d only get a little dizzy before I got outside. My son used it when he was in the Army, and he taught me how to take little whiffs until I built up an immunity to it.”
“Why would he do that?”
“He loved me as much as I loved him. He wanted me to be safe.”