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Of course, Conlon was going for immunity from prosecution, but that didn't bother her. He'd already paid a price for giving his partner the freedom to practice whatever dishonesties had led to the accident. If there had ever been a score to settle with Conlon, Terence Jr.'s death had settled it for her.

Out on the bay, the water reflected a gunmetal sky and lowering clouds. She headed back to her car. A highway sign put her near
Chatham
, tempting her to spend the night on the
Cape
. But that would be hiding. She had no time for such self-indulgence, no time to let events take their course or to let others dictate what that course would be.

In the end, making a decision proved easy. She would work with Terence Conlon, would meet with him whenever and wherever he said, passing his information to the task force. She would help Drew write the book he hoped would clear Ethan. Between them all, they would bring down the man who had destroyed her youth and family. He owed her and he would pay. At the first rotary, she turned the car around and headed back to
Boston
.

By the time she got back to
Beacon Hill
the lot had closed. She pulled in along the park side of the street. An officer let her in.

"They’re waiting on you in the war room, Miss."

With a nod she knocked on the library door and entered, leaning against the solid mahogany panel hoping to capture some of its strength for herself.

As before, the Captain was the first to speak. "Well? Where were you?"

"Driving around."

"Don't you ever follow orders?" he asked impatiently.

She stared at him for a moment. "I did once, a long time ago. I didn't like it."

His face went beet red. "What the hell does that mean?"

"None of your business."

"
Jordan
..." Dominique's tone was a warning.

"I don’t like being shut out."

"For God's sake, woman, we're only trying to protect you." Mahan seemed about to explode.

She moved over to stand before him. "I've been beyond your protection since I met Conlon. We just didn't know it."

"What's he got on you?" Dominique asked.

The computer in
Jordan
’s head buzzed a warning and she turned to the other woman. "Do you want to nail Conlon and his partner?"

"Of course."

"Do you agree that I'm the link to Conlon?"

"For now."

"Well, for now, I have no answers for you. When I do, you'll know about it. Until then, you'll have to trust me to play out this scenario my way."

  "From now on," Lieutenant Torres said quietly, "use the front door. At least that way, we'll be able to keep a tail on you."

"It's foolish to be so cocky," the lawyer interjected. "Or to discount the protection provided by the police."

She looked over. His liquid brown eyes reflected sincerity. He meant well.

"Give me a break, Mr. Patterson. I'm telling you that protection works only because the opposition chooses not to test it. Those guys know every move we make. They probably know the names of every officer on every shift. How else could Conlon have timed his call as well as he did? How else could he have followed Ethan and me when we got out the other day?"

"Someone followed us?" Ethan's voice was soft, with an expression somewhere between denial and amazement. "How do you know that?"

"He knew I got out and he knew you were with me. Kind of scary, isn't it?" Calm once more, she looked from one person to another. "I propose that you all leave me alone while I'm working with Mr. Conlon. He wants to talk, and to talk to me, so let him. If you tail me, he'll know it. He might back away."

"If you're so safe," Mahan said, "how do you explain those mutts coming after you the other day?"

She shrugged. "Maybe they hadn’t gotten the message yet."

"Unless these guys are the partner's men," Mahan said, "which means they'll be a permanent threat."

"We'll need to deal with them eventually," the lieutenant said.

Jordan
needed to cut off the debate, at least for the moment. "I'm beat. Leave me on my own for a couple of days. I promise to come up with something scrumptious for you to chew on. Right now, I want a bath and some sleep." Looking around the table, she saw confusion, but not much else. "Good night."

Two hours later, after a long, relaxing soak, she slipped into a pair of satiny pajamas she'd purchased in the hotel's boutique. She settled on the window seat and looked down at a pocket-sized garden bordered by miniature fruit trees heavy with blossoms. Stars flickered in the dark sky. Through the open window, an apple-scented breeze teased her senses.

A knock sounded at the door, followed by Ethan's voice. "Are you decent?"

That depends on whom you ask, she thought. "Yes. C'mon in."

He moved over to the window. "No lights?"

"Easier to watch the night. Join me?"

Ethan sat opposite her. "I've never thought of you as a tense person, but you're closed off and wrapped tight, as if you're afraid something vital will slip. What happened between you and Conlon?"

"What makes you think anything happened?"

"I saw your face as the two of you talked. You looked as if lightning had struck. Downstairs, you were obviously holding back. Maybe you think you can't trust the others, but you can trust me. Tell me what's going on."

His voice was soft and persuasive, his presence calming.
Jordan
yearned to confide in him, to share the burden.

"Let me be your friend," he urged quietly.

"I promised to tell no one."

"He's a con man,
Jordan
, a bloody awful drongo. Do you think he'd grant you the same consideration? Can you imagine he won't turn you over to his goons the first time you cross him?"

She winced at the thought that history could repeat itself. "He won't do that."

"How can you be sure? What kind of deal do you think you've struck with him?"

"Keep this up and I'm going to regret letting you in here."

"Then I'm gone." He rose from his place and started for the door.

"Ethan. Wait." She went to him and put a hand on his arm. "I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you did."

"Do you remember the first time you took me to Kevin's place? You’d decided to go back to the site and he thought that was too dangerous. Remember?"

"So?"

"Did you let his concern keep you from doing what you needed to?"

"No, but this is different," he insisted.

"It isn't. Certainly not because it's happening to me. I have to see this through, and even though I can't talk about it, I do need a friend."

He seemed to consider her request. "All right, love,” he said finally. “Have it your way."

She leaned against him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Is that supposed to hold me for any length of time?" he asked.

She smiled. "I'm afraid so."

"It'll never do me, then." He cupped her face with gentle hands, warming her to his touch. One thumb brushed her mouth, from corner to corner, lingering at the gentle bow in its center. As if content he’d learned its shape, he eased her lips apart with a flick of his tongue, slipping inside to join with hers in a gentle yet tantalizing dance.

She’d never known such tenderness, had never let herself get close enough to any man to experience such a moment. Had never burned with such blazing heat or felt an electric current shiver through her body, or a yearning ache that throbbed in her limbs and bathed her most secret of all places in moisture.

A moan escaped her throat, only to be captured by Ethan, who warmed it, breathing it back into her like a breath of life. She clung to him as he wrapped his arms around her and held her against his hard body. Despite the turmoil of her emotions, she felt cocooned and safe for the first time since her life had shattered all those years ago. So safe, she felt bereft when he pulled back.

Until he smiled and whispered, "That's more like it."

Chapter 9

Jordan
met with Terence once or twice a week, in no particular pattern. They talked for hours about the man finally identified as Anthony "Tony Vee" Volpe, about his operations and business associates. At the end of each session, Conlon gave her one piece of information to take back to
Beacon Hill
. Accurate enough to satisfy the task force, each one targeted another aspect of Tony's organization.

The police closed down a string of "chop shops," in the business of dismantling stolen late model cars for parts or simply doctoring the vehicles for resale. They arrested two dealers in stolen goods and terminated a moderately successful illegal betting operation.

Separately, none of the operations meant much. Together they amounted to one hundred thousand dollars a month in lost income for Tony. His annoyance was unmistakable. He began looking around for the source of his discomfort. Conlon was as happy as a kid out of school.

"It's time to open the wound and grind salt in it. Today, we're really going to hurt him."

"Must you take such pleasure in this?" She'd come to feel a kind of affection for Terence, supposing it came from his considerate treatment of her and his unexpected openness. She didn't like his bloodthirsty mood very much, however. It forced her to remember who and what he was.

"If you mean, am I happy to be doing something I should have done a long time ago, then yes."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give you Paolo Reiner-Lopes," he announced and waited for her reaction.

She stared at him in astonishment. "The guy from Peter's Key? Why him?"

"For one thing, because he and Tony are like the forefinger and thumb of the same hand - where one points, the other follows. To damage one is to devastate the other."

"He's a powerful man in his world. How are you planning to bring him down?"

"I out-bribed all the officials Paolo bought. Now they'll be making more money to turn him in than to protect him." He looked at his watch. "In about an hour I should get a call that D.E.A. agents have raided his fortress and taken him prisoner." He shrugged. "After that it's extradition and the slammer for Senor Reiner-Lopes. Give me your hand."

When
Jordan
reached out he placed a tiny cassette into her palm and folded her fingers over it. "This contains everything your people will need to ensure Paolo's link to Tony and guarantee his prosecution once he's been apprehended - names, numbers, distribution chains, the works."

"You’ve only given me one reason why you're giving him up. What's the other?"

He held her hand, the one with the cassette in it. She felt his strength. "When he's behind bars, you'll know that I'm telling the truth. So when I tell you about your father, you'll believe me."

"What could you tell me that I don't already know?"

"More than you can imagine."

* * *

Paolo Reiner-Lopes' capture made headlines in the media and the D.E.A. agents involved received commendations for the action. Dominique Santorelli spoke of mixed emotions.

She and her team expressed delight that the man was finally out of circulation, but concern that his apprehension might derail efforts to get at Tony Vee and Conlon.
Jordan
gave her the tape, providing excellent reassurance to the A.D.A. that they were, in fact, one step closer to reaching their mutual goal.

Conlon phoned one evening as
Jordan
dressed for a quiet dinner with Ethan. "I have to go out of the country," he explained, "and there are things we need to discuss. I'll be by in the limo in twenty minutes. Wait outside." Although she'd become accustomed to Terence's unpredictable summonses, Ethan reacted with displeasure.

"Must you jump every time he calls?"

"That's how this deal works,"
Jordan
replied as she headed out the door.

In the car Conlon asked, "Do you mind if we talk over dinner? I hate airline food."

They went to a quiet bistro in the North End of Boston, where the owner and his staff welcomed them and escorted them to "Signor" Conlon's table in an isolated corner booth. She could have ordered a meal. Instead, she nursed a glass of wine and listened while he talked and ate a veal dish prepared especially to his taste.

"What’s so important that you had to sidetrack my dinner date with Ethan?"

"Tony is sending me to the islands to find out what happened to our boy Paolo. I don't know what kind of trouble I'll run into down there and you have some knowledge coming to you about your father. I want you to have it before I go."

She felt an alien emotion tug at her. "Could something go wrong? Are you in danger?"