your personnel record.”
“My uncle furnished me with that dossier and set up background records. If I’d given the hospital an authentic history, it would have led back to him.” He was gazing up at the house. “God, I hope she’s in there.”
“And I hope she’s still alive,” Eve said grimly. “Let’s find out. You have the security code, right?”
“Yes.” He was moving toward the front door. “I gave it to Beth. It was the only way she could get into the—” He stopped and his gaze shifted to Eve’s face. “I didn’t tell you I had the code. Was that a guess?”
She ignored the question as she reached the door. “You’d better go in first. She must have heard the car drive up, but you’re the only one she’d recognize. We don’t want to scare her.” She glanced back at the car. Joe had gotten out of the car but was standing there, his head lifted as he gazed around the courtyard. “Joe?”
“Go ahead. If the alarm is still set, it’s probably safe enough inside. These mansions on the strip have state-of-the-art security. You have your gun?”
She nodded. “In my bag. Why aren’t you coming?”
“I want to take a look around the property. Even if Drogan isn’t inside, it doesn’t mean he’s not stalking out here. Call me if there’s a problem.” He started toward the steps that led to the beach. “It shouldn’t take me more than ten or fifteen minutes.”
Newell watched him until he disappeared. “Smart,” he said “And careful.”
“Always.” Eve could feel the tension grip her as she watched Newell try the door, then punch in the security code. In a few minutes, she’d be face-to-face with Beth Avery. Relax. She was just a stranger. It shouldn’t matter this much.
It did matter.
“It was locked. That’s a good sign.” Newell swung open the door and went into the foyer. “Beth!”
No answer.
Newell muttered a curse. “She might have gone on the run if she knew that Drogan was after her. He could have called and scared her. Hell, that would be the best scenario. Beth! It’s okay. It’s Billy.”
“It’s not safe to turn on the lights if there’s a security guard monitoring these houses on the beach.” Eve reached in her purse and pulled out her small flashlight. She moved forward across the foyer toward the staircase. “Keep calling her name.” She shined her beam around the cherry stairs and mullioned windows on the landing. “I’m going upstairs.”
“No, you aren’t. Stay right where you are.” The woman who had spoken was coming down the hall toward them. “Billy, that means you, too.”
She had a gun.
The beam of Eve’s flashlight fell on the Luger the woman was holding before her with both hands.
Eve froze.
“Beth?” Newell took a step toward her. “Don’t be scared. It’s me.”
“Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you, Billy. But I will if I have to do it to save myself. You told me that over and over, didn’t you? Save yourself.”
“Your hands are shaking on that gun. You’re just as likely to shoot yourself.”
“No, I won’t. When I first saw that gun case in the library, I knew that I might have to break into it if it became necessary. I found some books in the library on gun usage and studied them.” Her voice was quivering. “Remember? You told me I had to learn, to teach myself. It didn’t take much studying to learn how to take off a safety and pull the trigger.” She took another step closer. “But I don’t want to pull the trigger, Billy. I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me why you’re here.”
“For God’s sake, I want to help you. Why else would I be here?”
“I don’t know. I do know you told me not to trust you either. You said don’t trust anyone. Not even me.” She looked at Eve. “Who is she?”
“Eve Duncan. She wants to help you. I want to help you, Beth.”
“He said you were dead.”
“Who?”
“It was that man who had the hypodermic needle. He called me, using your phone, and said he was the police and that you were dead, stabbed to death. But I recognized his voice. It was the man who tried to kill me in the hospital room. He wasn’t the police. I hung up.”
“Then why in God’s name didn’t you run like hell?” Newell asked roughly. “There are ways that you could be tracked once you answered that call. You shouldn’t have taken the chance of staying here.”
“I was