The safest thing to do for both of them was to find the missing woman. Provided Dom had really killed that woman. As she'd told Jane, he might have lied to lure her out of Atlanta.

But why Phoenix?

He'd said he liked the city. Maybe there was something about the atmosphere here that triggered--

Stop analyzing and get to work. There had been nothing helpful in the paper during the five- to seven-month period Dom had specified. Maybe she should go back further. Or maybe not. Check the recent editions . . .

JANUARY 30. Not even a month ago.

Debby Jordan was in her early thirties, married, the mother of two boys. She had disappeared on the way to choir practice.

I'm told she had a lovely voice. A soprano.

Eve scanned the initial story about the disappearance and then several follow-up stories.

Her husband had found her car in the church parking lot when she hadn't come home.

An investigation had turned up nothing.

The church had offered a two-thousand-dollar reward for any information.

Choir members had been interviewed and spoken of her kindness and the loveliness of her voice. "A soprano sweet as an angel's."

Several heartrending pictures of her husband and two little boys . . .

Debby Jordan.

Eve leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. How Dom must have enjoyed throwing out lies and deceptive hints. You made it hard enough, but I've found her, Dom, you son of a bitch.

She felt too sick to feel any sense of accomplishment. A woman with everything to live for had died. Eve couldn't do anything about her death. But she could find the man who had killed her. The first step was to locate Debby Jordan's body.

Okay. Since Dom had wanted her to do just that, he would have given her some other clue. Think. Remember every word he'd spoken regarding Debby Jordan.

She showed me the light, and then I showed her the light.

She was the one who lit the way.

It's important that the way be lighted for us, isn't it?

She slowly straightened in her chair.

It was possible, if Dom wasn't making an ass of her.

The Indians called the falls "the place of tumbling moonlight."

Talladega Falls.

What had Charlie said about the two Phoenix killings?

Two skeletons were found three months ago in San Luz.

She jumped up and strode to the bookshelves. A dictionary. Pray that Logan had a Spanish-English dictionary. She found one and quickly riffled through it.

San--saint.

Her hands were shaking as she thumbed through the pages once more.

Luz--light.

Yes!

Light.

She drew a deep breath.

I've got it, you bastard. I've got it. Now give me a little more time and I'll find Debby Jordan.

She leaned forward and accessed the Internet search engine. Then she typed in one word.

Cadaver.

"WHERE ARE WE going?" Jane asked as she looked out the car window at the cactus-dotted terrain. "We're out in the desert."

"We'll be there soon."

"Where?"

"I told you I need help to find Debby Jordan. There's someone out here who may be able to give me that help."

Jane glanced over her shoulder. "There's someone following us."

"I know. It's one of Logan's security people."

"Oh." Jane looked back out the window. "It's ugly out here. Flat and brown. I like it better at home."

"Me too. But it's getting greener the closer we come to the mountains."

"A little."

Where was the turnoff? The directions in the Internet ad had been precise, but all she'd seen had been-- There it was!

A wooden sign with an arrow and a single name painted on it.

PATRICK.

She turned left onto a bumpy dirt road. One more mile should bring her to the ranch.

"Patrick?"

"That's the name of the person who's going to help us. Sarah Patrick. She trains dogs for a living."

Jane's face lit with a smile. "Dogs?"

It was the first time she'd smiled since she'd left her friend Mike.

"These are working dogs, Jane. Not pets."

"What kind of work?"

"Obedience training. But I researched and found a few stories about her in the local newspapers. She belongs to a volunteer search and rescue team based in Tucson, and she's also affiliated with the ATF. She and her dog were at the Oklahoma City bombing a few years ago, in Tegucigalpa after Hurricane Mitch, and in Iran after the earthquake last year."

"What did they do there?"

"They tried to find survivors buried in the rubble." She paused. "And later they searched for the bodies of the dead. Evidently Ms. Patrick's dog has a very good nose."

"He smelled the bodies?"