Taking Eve(68)
“Is that supposed to comfort me or you?” Jane’s lips twisted. “No evidence. Disappearances. Possibilities, but no proof. What does that suggest to you?”
“That Eve may be safer than we think. You were shot, but it may be Blick who was the violent partner.”
“I pray that’s true,” she said soberly. “But I don’t believe it. Caleb thinks that everything that happened to Toby and me was meant to keep me away from Eve, so that she would be more vulnerable. He didn’t want to have anyone getting in his way. I was only a secondary target.” She met his gaze. “And you believe that, too, don’t you, Joe?”
He slowly nodded.
“And from what you’ve told me, he wants Eve to do a reconstruction. It would be smarter to make her think he wasn’t quite as much of a threat if the path was not strewn with bodies. Ben said he appeared very likeable and unintimidating.” She grimaced. “Before he tried to break his head open.”
“You have it figured out.”
“So do you. The difference is that you want to soothe me and try to keep me from worrying. And maybe direct me to the sidelines. It’s not going to happen, Joe.”
“We’ll see.” He turned away. “Go do your sketch. I want to see the bastard’s face.”
“You will.” She glanced at Caleb, who had moved to follow her into the room. “No, stay in the waiting room or help Joe. I’ve never met Ben Hudson, and I don’t want him to have to deal with two strangers.” She hesitated. “Mark Trevor contacted me in San Juan. He may want to help find Eve.”
Joe’s gaze shifted speculatively to Caleb before returning to her. “And what do you want?”
“If he can do anything, let him do it. I don’t care who volunteers if there’s even a chance they can help, I’ll be grateful.”
His gaze returned to Caleb. “If I don’t believe they’ll get in the way.”
“Oh, that won’t happen.” Caleb smiled. “I’ll either be behind you or probably ahead of you. Never in the way.” He was moving down the corridor. “I’ll bring you a cup of coffee later, Jane. After you’ve broken the ice.”
“Do that,” she said absently. Her gaze was already fixed on Ben Hudson in the bed across the room. He was smiling at her. Warmth. Sweetness. Shining blue eyes that were staring curiously at her.
“Hi.” She found she was smiling, too, as she walked toward the bed. “You’re Ben Hudson. I’m Jane. I’ve come to draw a picture of the man who attacked you. Will you help me?”
“Sure.” His head was tilted to one side as he looked at her. “Joe said he’d send someone, but he didn’t say it would be you. You’re Jane MacGuire, aren’t you? You belong to her.”
“Belong to Eve?” She sat down and took her sketchbook out of her briefcase. “Yes, I most definitely do belong to Eve. She adopted me when I was only ten years old.”
He frowned. “No, that’s not what I meant. You belong to her.”
She stiffened, then smiled with an effort. “You’re talking about Bonnie. Eve told me that you sometimes dreamed about Bonnie. I’m afraid that I can’t claim to belong to Bonnie. She died long before I could get to know her.”
“That doesn’t matter. You still belong to her because Eve loves you.” He paused. “Bonnie wants to be closer to you, but she says that you won’t let her near. Why is that, Jane?”
Jane hadn’t bargained for this. She instinctively started to shut him out, then stopped. There was such a pure good-hearted simplicity in the question that she couldn’t hurt him. The boy had probably had too many people shut him out in his life. “I’m afraid that I’m too much the realist, Ben,” she said gently. “I’m not like you and Eve. I have trouble believing in dreams.”
He frowned, troubled. “You think I’m not telling the truth?”
“No, I think some people live in the real world and some people have dreams to make the reality bearable.” She reached out and covered his big hand with her own. “You’re one of the lucky ones, Ben.”
He looked down at her hand. “You have pretty hands. You’re pretty all over. It’s nice to look at you. You look like Eve but you’re—”
“Looks aren’t important.” He was clearly easily distracted, and she was relieved to get off the subject. “Except when you’re trying to do a sketch. Are you ready to tell me about the man who hurt you?”
“And took Eve.”