Empty. Dammit, of course he’d pulled the magazine clip.
She tossed the gun on the desk and started looking for her phone.
She found it a moment later.
Dead. The batteries in the cell phone had been pulled. Find the batteries. He wouldn’t leave bullets around, but batteries weren’t lethal. She started looking through the other drawers in the desk.
No battery. And she hadn’t had a charger with her.
Shit.
There had to be a way to get power.
She studied the laptop computer that Doane had set up for her. A slender cable connected the mouse with one of the computer’s USB ports. Could that actually work? Only one way to find out.
She ran across the room and pulled the cable from the port and wrapped it around her hands. She dropped the mouse on the floor, stepped on it and yanked with all her might until the cable finally pulled free. She picked up the frayed end and peeled back the insulation until she could see four thin wires, each a different color. Red and black were for power, the others were for data, she thought. Concentrate on the red and black.
She used her teeth to strip away the red and black casings to expose the copper wires. She picked up her phone and squinted at the copper terminals in the battery compartment. There were three, not two. One was probably for the battery capacity gauge, temperature, or some other data. But which was which?
She glanced up. A sound from outside. Had he come back?
She froze, straining to hear the sound of Doane’s truck or his footsteps on the front walk.
Nothing.
She turned back to the phone.
She decided to start with the two outside terminals. If she didn’t short out the phone, she could try other combinations later. She reached over to her workbench and took two tiny dabs of sculpting clay. She carefully applied them to each wire and affixed them to her phone’s first and third battery-compartment terminals. She plugged the other end into the laptop’s USB port.
Please, please, let it give her enough power …
She held her breath and pressed her mobile phone’s power button.
Nothing.
Her heart sank with disappointment.
Okay. Maybe the negative and positive were reversed. She switched terminals.
She pressed the phone’s power button again.
The battery lit up!
A few seconds later the carrier name and signal strength bars appeared. She was in business.
The door of the truck slammed outside.
Hurry. Call Joe. Tell him where—
She heard the front door open as she pressed the access button on the phone.
Answer, Joe. Dear God, answer me.
No answer. She didn’t even hear a ring. Was she even connecting?
She heard Doane curse.
Pain.
He’d leaped across the room, struck the side of her neck, and knocked her to the floor.
He grabbed the phone from her hand, checked the ID to make sure she hadn’t been talking on it, then stomped it beneath his foot, shattering it. He ground the broken shards of the cell phone into the floor with ferocity, cursing her all the while.
Eve rolled over, got to her knees, and launched herself at him. He staggered and brought the back of his hand against her cheek with stinging force.
She rammed her head into his stomach and heard him gasp with agony.
Good. Now try to get in a position to use karate …
“Stop, you dirty little bitch,” Doane grunted. “I should have known. You’re just like him. Keep your hands off me, or I’ll blow your guts out.”
Eve froze as she felt the muzzle of a revolver pressed against her abdomen.
“Scared? Not so brave now, are you?” He pushed her away, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back. His eyes were glittering with anger, the cords of his neck standing out as he stared down at her. “I wanted to wait, but I don’t know if I can. Kevin’s getting impatient.” He smiled mirthlessly. “So am I.”
“You won’t shoot me,” she said, glaring back at him. “You want me to make that skull into some semblance of a human being. Though I don’t know if he was that even when he was alive.”
He released her hair and slapped her again. “He was more than a human being. He was magnificent.” He pushed her down into the office chair. “You were trying to call Quinn?”
“Who else?”
“Evidently you didn’t reach him, or I would have heard you speaking to him. What a pity.” He glanced at the pieces of phone on the floor. “You won’t get that chance again. I’ll handcuff you before I leave you alone.”
And Doane was discarding the possibility that even though she hadn’t made the final connection, the call might be traced. He had not seemed that tech savvy, maybe he didn’t realize it. For that matter, neither did she know if that second of connection could be recognized and traced. “I won’t get much done on dear Kevin’s reconstruction with my hands cuffed.”