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can just see her head over the front seat... It looks like your production assistant."

Vincent grimaced and his hand tightened on the phone. It wasn't that he hadn't believed Tiny, it was just that it was hard for him to accept that little Lily was the one behind all this madness. She'd worked for him for about six months and hadn't even been on the play in New York. She'd been on vacation then. Still, as Tiny had said, Jackie wouldn't just wander off. Someone had to be controlling her and it appeared Lily was that someone. But was she doing it on her own, or for someone else?

"Do we stop them?" Christian asked.

Vincent hesitated, unsure what to say. If Lily was working with someone else, Jackie might be safe if he had Christian and the boys stop the car somehow. But, if Lily was the saboteur who was out to make his life a misery, stopping the car might get Jackie killed on the spot. He wanted to catch Lily if she was the saboteur, but was more concerned with Jackie being alive than doing so.

"The light's turned green, they're driving past us," Christian announced. "What's happening, Argeneau? What do we do here?"

"Either Lily's the killer, or she's taking Jackie to the killer," Vincent said grimly. "You need to follow them, but not let them spot you."

"Turn around, Marcus!" Christian barked at the other end of the line, then said into the phone, "What are you going to do?"

"We'll follow you," Vincent announced firmly.

"Fine. Call me once you're on the road and I'll tell you where we are," Christian instructed.

Vincent's mouth tightened as the phone went dead in his hand. Flipping it closed, he headed through the kitchen to the door leading into the garage.

"What's happening? What did he say?" Marguerite was hard on his heels as he snatched his keys off the hook by the door and hurried into the garage.

"Christian's going to follow them. We're to call once we're on the road," Vincent announced, leading the way out to his car. He got into the front seat, hit the remote to open his garage door as Marguerite slid into the passenger seat beside him, then handed her his cell phone and started the engine as Tiny got into the backseat. "Call Christian back and see what's happening."

"How do I call him?" Marguerite asked, staring at the phone uncertainly as Vincent steered out of the garage.

"Give it to me, Marguerite. I'll do it," Tiny rumbled from the backseat.

Vincent was aware of his aunt handing the phone back to Tiny, but concentrated on his driving as he raced up the driveway. The gate was closed, and Vincent tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited for it to open. His gaze shifted to the rearview mirror as Tiny found Christian's number on the received calls page and dialed back.

Tiny put the phone to his ear just as the gate finished opening. Vincent steered through and paused at the street, unsure which way to go.

"Christian?" Tiny's voice rumbled and Vincent shifted sharply to glance in the backseat.

"Ask him which way we should go when we leave the driveway," Vincent ordered.

Tiny nodded and asked the question. He listened briefly, then his head lifted and he barked, "Right."

Vincent turned the steering wheel right and pulled out with a squeal of tires. "Have they caught up to the car yet? They didn't lose her, did they?"

"They're following it now," Tiny answered after a pause during which he listened to Christian speak.

"Tell them not to lose them," Vincent hissed.

"Turn left here," Tiny ordered a moment later and Vincent turned left.

"Christian says they're on the highway," Tiny announced.

Gritting his teeth, Vincent nodded and followed the directions Tiny continued to give. He was speeding and fear was making sweat trickle down his back. He couldn't believe it was Lily: sweet, smiling Lily. He'd kill the little bitch if she hurt Jackie, he thought coldly.

"Vincent?" Tiny asked suddenly and Vincent glanced in the rearview mirror to see the troubled expression on his face. "If Lily is an immortal, why doesn't she have the metallic eyes?"

Chapter Eighteen

If Lily was immortal, why did she have hazel eyes?

That question kept running through Jackie's head as they drove along the highway. It was not the most important thing she could ask right then, but it was the one that bugged her the most. The day Sharon and Lily had come to the house with the list and