Eve said. “So is Joe. He’s right here.” She was trying to be soothing since Catherine was obviously upset. But her own heart had plummeted when Catherine had rattled out that frightening suspicion about Santos’s intentions. “Jane.” Joe was at Eve’s elbow. “Jane’s not here. She should be home by now.” “Call her.” She said to Catherine, “I’ve got to go. Jane was driving here from the airport. We have to check on her.” “Jane…” Catherine repeated. “God, yes. Make sure she’s safe.” She hung up. “No answer, Eve,” Joe said as he hung up his phone. “Call that policeman who was supposed to be following her.” Eve was already shrugging into her rain anorak as she headed for the door. “We’ve got to go look for her.” “It’s raining.” He was following her down the porch steps. “It could have slowed her down. Maybe traffic…” “I’ve been telling myself the same thing,” she said jerkily as she jumped into the Jeep. “But I’m scared, Joe.”
