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"Cut to the chase," Eve said curtly. "We're losing patience. How could a two-thousand-year-old corpse kill Aldo's father?"

"Sorry." Trevor pulled his gaze away from Jane to smile at Eve. "Actually, Cira wasn't really responsible. His father killed himself when he set off an explosion to seal off the tunnel."

"Tunnel?" Eve repeated.

He nodded. "The selfish bastard wanted everything for himself. He sealed the entrance, but he wasn't good with explosives and blew himself up too."

"Where did this happen?"

"Northern Italy," Joe said. "Four years ago. Right?"

"Close," Trevor said. "You've been busy, if you traced me that far. It was four years ago and the job was supposed to be in northern Italy. But something more interesting popped up."

"Aldo?"

"No, Aldo was in the shadows back then. Aldo's father, Guido."

"What was his whole name?"

Trevor hesitated before answering, "Guido Manza."

Joe swore. "Dammit, you've known Aldo's last name all this time and you've never told the police? Some of those women might be alive now."

"I didn't know what the bastard was doing until he left Italy and went to England. I thought he was just running from me until I saw the photo in the Times of that woman he killed in Brighton. I made the connection as soon as I saw the resemblance and started backtracking."

"Why would he run from you?"

He didn't answer. "And what good would a name do Scotland Yard? He was using fake ID and there was no way of using his friends or family to get to him. Aldo was a loner."

"Descriptions. They could have run photos of him in the newspapers."

"Aldo wanted to be an actor. He studied costume and makeup in Rome before his father jerked him away to the excavation. That's one of the reasons why he was difficult to trace when he started his killing spree. He's an expert at disguise. He's an expert at quite a few things. He's really brilliant."

"You're making excuses."

"No, I'm giving you reasons." He shrugged. "But you're right. From your point of view I did everything wrong."

"Because you wanted to catch Aldo yourself," Jane said.

"Of course. I told you. He has to die."

The matter-of-factness of the words sent a chill through Jane. He was right, he'd said those words before but in this moment they seemed more real, more frightening. Before she'd been excited, challenged, confident. She didn't feel confident now. She felt shaken, as if her entire world had been sent spinning.

"Why?" Joe asked.

"What?" Trevor's gaze was on Jane's face again. "Oh, because he deserves it. Why else?" He turned away. "She's had enough. Take her back to the cottage. I'll contact you later."

"I want to know "

"She's had enough," Trevor repeated over his shoulder. "You'll get your answers but not until she's able to absorb them."

"I'm fine," Jane said. She was being stupid. Get a grip.

"Yes, you are," Trevor said. "But there's no immediate urgency. You need time to digest what I've told you."

"You haven't told me anything. This tunnel, where is it?"

He was striding away from them. "Later."

"Where is it? You tell me now."

"Don't get upset. I've no intention of keeping secrets. Well, perhaps a few. But that isn't one of them." He'd already reached the trees. "Herculaneum."

Chapter Nine

Cira.

Dead over two thousand years.

Herculaneum.

"Go lie down." Eve's worried gaze was on Jane's face. "You're white as a sheet. Maybe Trevor was right to tell us to get you home."

"Stop fretting. There's nothing wrong with me." She gave her the ghost of a smile. "And Joe doesn't think he was right." She glanced at Joe, who'd been on the phone with the department since they'd arrived back at the cottage, giving Christy the info Trevor had divulged about Guido Manza. "He hates delays. He doesn't like to be teased and then have the rug yanked from under him. He likes everything laid out in crystal-clear order." She made a face. "And you can't say that anything Trevor told us was clear-cut."

"It was clear enough to upset you." She paused. "You nearly went into shock when Trevor mentioned that name." She repeated it slowly, "Cira. And the tunnel was a little too coincid "

"I don't want to talk about it." Jane turned quickly away. She had to get out of here. She was holding on to her composure by main force. "Maybe I am a little tired. I'll go rest until it's time to fix dinner."

"You can't run away from me, Jane. I'll let you delay but not bury whatever is bothering you."

"I know that." She headed down the hall. "But it would help if I knew what was bothering me. Right now, I'm all mixed up."

"You're not alone. Trevor dropped a bomb and then just walked away. It's no wonder Joe's upset."

"Herculaneum..." She frowned. "It's familiar, but where the devil is Herculaneum?"

"Italy," Eve said. "It was destroyed by the Vesuvius eruption at the same time as Pompeii."

"Weird." Jane opened her bedroom door. "I'm sure Trevor won't leave us hanging long. I'll talk to you later." She leaned back against the door as she closed it behind her. Dear God, her knees felt like spaghetti. She hated to feel this weak.

And there was no reason for it. It could be a coincidence.

Yeah, sure. Cira was such a common name.

Then what other explanation? She was dreaming about a woman who'd been dead two thousand years? She immediately rejected the thought. There was nothing ancient about the thinking processes of the Cira she knew. She'd never even questioned that Cira was not a present-day woman. Every thought, every instinct were ones that Jane understood perfectly.

Too perfectly?

That's right, question every memory and impulse. That was the way to really go around the bend. She didn't even know the story behind the woman Trevor called Cira. Who knows? Maybe she'd picked up some weird vibes from Aldo that filtered into her dreams.

But Aldo hadn't even appeared on her radarscope until weeks after the dreams had started.

So maybe she was psychic after all. She'd heard of longdistance telepathy.

She was really reaching, she thought in disgust. Next she'd be seeing aliens or those little green monkeys Eve had mentioned. There had to be an explanation, and however weird or pragmatic, it just had to be faced and handled, and everything would be okay.

And that was what Cira would have done.

No, that was what she, Jane, would do. Cira was a dream and had nothing to do with reality. She was already beginning to feel better, stronger. All she'd needed was a little time to get over the shock and realize that this was nothing she couldn't control.

She straightened and headed for the bathroom. She wasn't about to curl up in bed and "rest." She'd wash her face and then she'd hit the computer and see if she could find any historical reference to a Cira in Herculaneum. It was entirely possible she'd run across information, maybe just a line or two that she'd absorbed and then forgotten and later reprocessed in those dreams. If that didn't work, she'd call the reference library downtown and see if they knew anything or could tell her where else to look. Before Trevor had thrown that bombshell she'd accepted those dreams with curiosity and fascination but she couldn't do that any longer. If there was any fragment of reality connected with Cira she had to know about it and how it was connected to her.

Two hours later she sat back and gazed in frustration at her computer. Nothing. And the reference librarians had not been able to access anything about Cira either. Okay, don't wig out. There had to be an answer. She just had to find it.

And the only knowledgeable source on Cira appeared to be Trevor, blast him.

Cira and Aldo.

She tried to quell her impatience. Keep busy. Go cook dinner. She'd always found if you concentrated on doing the little things right, the big things usually fell into place too.

So call me, Trevor, I'm ready for you.

Hot.

Smoke was beginning to creep through the rocks.

Antonio was just ahead, moving swiftly.

Go faster. Keep from coughing. He mustn't know she was following.

He was gone!

No, he must have just disappeared from view around a turn in the tunnel.

She mustn't lose him. She was committed and there was no turning hack.

She started to run.

Don't lose him. Don't lose him.

She turned the corner.

"Can't we go the rest of the way together?" Antonio was outlined against the glowing rocks.

She skidded to a stop. "You knew I was following you."

"I knew there was a good possibility. You're smart and you don't want to die." He held out his hand. "Second chance, Cira. For me and for you. We both know second chances don't come along very often. We can make this work." He grimaced. "If we get out of here in time."

"I don't want a second chance with you."

"You loved me once. I can make you love me again."

"You can't make me do anything. I choose. Always."

"That's what I've always said. But I'm willing to give in.. .a little. For you." He coughed. "The smoke is getting worse. I'm not standing here begging. No woman is worth dying for. But you may be worth living for."

"It's the gold you want. And you can't get the gold away from here without dealing with Julius."

"Maybe not under the usual circumstances, but the world is ending tonight. There's a chance Julius may end with it. Or that we can find a way to escape to someplace he'll never find us."

"And you can be emperor," she said sarcastically.

"Why not? I'd be a magnificent emperor."

"In some primitive village hiding from Julius?"

"It wouldn't be primitive long if we were both there."

He was exerting that charisma that had first drawn her to him and the force of his personality was almost overpowering. She mustn't be seduced by him. He was too dangerous.

But he was also beautiful as a god and possessed a reckless, wicked charm that made the danger seem worth risking.

"Don't give me all your trust," he said. "Take it one step at a time. Just let me get you out of here."

She looked down at his outstretched hand. She could take his hand as she'd once taken his body.

No, she'd never be that foolish again.

"One step at a time," he said softly.

"If you wanted to get me out of here, why didn't you just let me follow you?"

"Because we'll need each other before we reach the end." He stiffened as a rumble shook the earth. "Make up your mind, Cira."

"I told you that "

The earth beneath her feet broke apart and she looked down into hell!

She was falling, dying....

"Antonio!"

Jane lunged up in bed, her heart beating so hard she thought it was going to leap from her chest.

Fire.

Liquid, molten fire.

She was falling....

No, she wasn't falling. She took a deep breath and then another. That was better. She swung her feet to the floor and stood up.

Toby sat up and looked at her inquiringly.

"Yeah, it happened again. No fun, huh?" she whispered. She glanced at the clock. Three thirty-seven in the morning, but there was no way she could go back to sleep. Cira had taken care of that. Or her weird psyche or whatever. "Let's go out on the porch. I need some air."

Night with no air. Heat. The earth exploding beneath her feet.

She grabbed her robe and her phone that she'd put on the nightstand before she went to bed. "Be quiet now. It's the middle of the night. You don't want to wake up Eve or Joe."

Toby's tail thumped happily on the wood floor and the knocking was far from quiet.

"Get up, silly."

He leaped to his feet and the thumping stopped but his tail kept wagging. He streaked down the hall and reached the door before her.

The air was cool and fresh against her cheeks as she sat down on the top porch step. She could see the dull gleam of the patrol car down the road and waved to Mac and Brian. Their headlights blinked on and then went dark again.

Lord, the air felt good. She filled her lungs and the clean, soothing sensation made her almost heady with pleasure.

Night with no air...

Toby whined as he settled beside her.

"It's okay," she murmured as she stroked his head. "Only a dream. Nothing bad..."

Then why was she so terrified?

The world is ending tonight.

Not her world. Forget it. The dream had probably been triggered by Trevor's words and had no basis in

Her phone rang.

She stared at it with no surprise. Why else had she taken it with her? It was Trevor and that was no surprise either.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

"If you don't count Toby."

"I wouldn't dare not count Toby." He paused. "How are you?"

"Fine. I was fine when you left us. You didn't have to use me as an excuse to bolt."

"Jane."

She wasn't being honest and they both knew it. "Okay, you freaked me out."

"I know and it surprised me. It wasn't the reaction I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"Curiosity. Interest. Maybe a little excitement."

And that was exactly the response she would have experienced if he hadn't mentioned Cira. He'd gauged her well. "Then obviously you don't know me as well as you think you do. The only thing you accomplished by leaving us yesterday afternoon was to irritate Joe and give him a chance to get on the phone and try to substantiate what you told us about Guido Manza."

"And did he do it?"

"Not yet. He shouldn't have to do it that way. Help him, blast it. You made a deal."

"You weren't ready. And you're the one who's important to me."

"I'm ready now."

He was silent a moment. "I think you are. I wish I could see your face. I'd like to be sure."

"Be sure. Who is Cira?"

"She was an actress in the theater in Herculaneum in the years before Vesuvius erupted and destroyed both Herculaneum and Pompeii in "

"Then why did Aldo think she killed his father?"

"The tunnel that Guido blew led to Julius Precebio's library near his villa outside of Herculaneum. It contained several bronze tubes containing scrolls, jewels, and statues that had been preserved by the lava flow the night Herculaneum was destroyed. Julius was evidently a wealthy citizen of the city and completely enamored with Cira. A good many of the scrolls were devoted to praising her talents."

"Acting?"

"And other more intimate accomplishments. It seems that to be Cira's lover was a coveted honor among the elite of Herculaneum. She picked and chose who was to occupy her bed. She was born a slave and managed to work and scheme her way to freedom. Then she started to climb the ladder. Some called her a prostitute, but she "

"They had no right to call her a prostitute," she said fiercely. "She had to survive and sometimes men only understand what they can use and possess. You said she was a slave. How could she be expected to Do you know how hard it must have been for her to survive?"

"No." He paused. "Do you?"

"I can imagine. Beatings and starving and " She stopped, realizing that her reaction was far too extreme. "Sorry. I've always hated people who condemn first and try to understand second. Or maybe don't try at all."

"You're taking this very personally."

"I have reason. I assume this woman had my face. You can't get more personal than that."

He nodded. "Touche. And, yes, she did look like you. There's an amazing resemblance."

"How do you know?"

"The library had several statues of Cira. Julius evidently commissioned some of the finest artists of his day to create likenesses of her."

"And you saw them? You only mentioned Aldo and his father being in the tunnel. You were there in the library?"

"Yes."

"That was brief. It won't fly, Trevor. I don't want bits and pieces. I want the entire story."

He chuckled. "You want it all. You have more than a physical resemblance to Cira. She wanted it all, too."