Jude Deveraux (32 page)

Eden
tried to open her eyes, but it wasn't easy. She didn't know where she was or
what was wrong with her head. Her brain was fuzzy and didn't seem to be working
properly. She sensed that there was something she should remember, but she
didn't know what it was.

When
she heard a low voice, she opened her eyes. Jared McBride was standing in front
of her bedroom window, talking on his cell phone. He was frowning.

I must
get up, Eden thought. It was daytime, and she never stayed in bed during the
day. There was always work to be done. She had to get Melissa ready for school.
She had to —

At the
thought of Melissa, memory came back to her. Frantic, she tried to get out of
bed, but her body wouldn't obey her.

'Gotta
go,' she heard Jared say, then he was leaning over her and moving her leg back
onto the bed.

'Be
quiet now,' he said, his hand on her forehead. 'Everything will be okay.'

She
clasped his wrist with both her hands. 'What happened? Where is Melissa?'

He sat
on the bed by her, her head by his thigh. 'You're groggy because I gave you two
of those sleeping pills you had in your bathroom. I need for you to keep calm
right now.'

'Tell
me,' Eden said, tears in her eyes.

'At
three-thirty this morning, when it was raining hard, and while you and I . . .
' He looked away, a muscle in his jaw working. 'I didn't hear her. I should have,
but I didn't.' He turned away for a moment and she knew he was thinking that he
had been lax in his duty, because if he hadn't been making love with Eden, he
would have heard the car. 'Your daughter got into your car and drove to the
airport in Greenville.'

'That's
a long way.' Eden was trying to keep her heart still as she listened.

'Yes,
it is. One of our men was right behind her the entire way, but it was hard to
see in the rain. She went to the airport where she met a man — '

'Stuart,'
Eden said, feeling some relief.

'No. We
have photos of the man she met, and he wasn't your son-in-law. Besides, we know
where Stuart is at every minute. He's under surveillance.'

'Surveillance,'
she whispered. 'You mean that he's being spied on. He's imprisoned. Like me.'

Jared
stroked her hair. 'Yes, like you, he's being watched over. Taken care of.
Anyway, your daughter met an older man. He's tall and thin. We're still trying
to find out who he is and if he's the instigator of all this.' Jared's calmness
left him. 'What the hell was your daughter doing out alone at that time of the
night?' he snapped.

'She
was never told anything about the danger surrounding her mother,' Eden said.
Her heart was beginning to race as she thought of the possible  
consequences   of her   daughter  being kidnapped.
Where was her baby right now? Was she safe? Warm and dry? Was she — ?

'A man
from the agency was right behind them every moment, but someone reported our
man as having a gun, and you know what airports are like now. Before he knew
what was happening, he was knocked to the floor and handcuffed. He looked up to
see Melissa and the man hurrying away. That was the last our people saw of
them.'

Eden
tried to sit up but managed only to get to her elbows. 'Maybe the man she met
is someone she knows. Stuart's father, maybe. I've never met him, so I don't
know what he looks like. Maybe he — '

'A note
was put on the seat of our agent's vehicle. It said that we would be
contacted.'

'Contacted?
When? For what? By whom?'

Jared
got up and went to the window. 'We still don't have any answers.' He looked
back at her. 'I'm sorry. This is the most baffling case I've ever been on.'

Eden
collapsed against the pillows. 'Why did you drug me? I can't think clearly. I
can't — '

'I did
it to calm you down and so you can't get into trouble. I'm going to send you
somewhere safe.'

'No!'
she tried to shout, but it came out as a raspy whisper. 'I want to be here. I
want to be near my daughter.'

'Your
daughter — ' Jared began, but stopped at a knock on the door. He stepped
outside the room for a moment, and Eden could hear low voices. When Jared
returned, he wouldn't meet her eyes, but before she could ask any questions,
her cell phone rang and Jared picked it up. Answering it, he listened for a
moment. 'It's for you,' he said. 'It's Granville, and he wants to talk to you.
He says he knows something.'

Weakly,
Eden took the phone. Jared plumped the pillows behind her head so she could sit
up. 'Brad?' she asked. When there were tears of relief in her eyes, Jared turned
away for a moment, then he sat down beside her and motioned for her to let him
listen. He put his face close to hers, the telephone between them.

'Eden,
are you all right?' Brad asked. 'You sound awful.'

'I've
been drugged,' she said, her voice full of tears. 'Did you hear? Melissa . . .
' She couldn't go on as sobs overtook her.

Jared
took the phone from her. 'Granville? McBride here. What do you know?'

'What's
wrong with Eden's daughter? Did she go into labor?'

'We
can't tie up this line. If what you have to say isn't of vital importance — '

'I
think it might be. Did you know that Eden wrote a book about the history of the
Farrington family?'

Jared
looked at her in astonishment. 'Did you write a book about the Farringtons?'

'Yes.
No. I mean it's a fictionalized version of their lives, but, yes, it's about
them.'

'You
wrote a book but you didn't tell me?' he asked, staring at her in astonishment.
'What else haven't you told me?'

'It's never
been a secret. I hope that by now the sales department has made every
bookseller in America know I've written a book. Why didn't your file tell you
about my book?'

'I
don't know but I'll find out. I'll — '

'McBride!'
Brad shouted into the phone. 'Ask Eden about the riddle. The one carved inside
the door.'

'He
wants to know — '

'I can
hear him,' she said, sitting up straighter. 'The door is in the attic, and yes,
I copied it exactly as it is. He hasn't solved the riddle, has he?'

'She wants
to know if you've solved the riddle, and I want to know
what
riddle.'

'It's a
mystery,' Eden said, leaning back against the pillows. 'No one knows who wrote
it or what it means. None of the Farringtons were very interested in it.'

'What
do you know, Granville?' Jared asked into the phone.

'It's a
hunch, that's all. I think Tyrrell Farrington wrote it, and I think it tells
something about his dreadful paintings.'

'Not
dreadful,' Eden said, her head lolling to one side.

'What
do you think this riddle is about?' Jared asked. 'Does it have anything to do
with the kidnapping?'

'Kidnapping?!'
Brad shouted. 'What kidnapping? Who's been kidnapped?'

'I
can't talk about that over the phone. Where are you?'

'On the
way back to Arundel.  Is  Eden  all right?' Brad's voice
lowered. 'Is it Melissa who's been kidnapped?'

'Yeah,'
Jared said succinctly. 'What is it that you know?'

'If
it's what I think it is, I may know why Melissa was taken. I'm not sure, but
there may be millions involved. McBride, I want you to take one of Tyrrell
Farrington's paintings off the wall, take it into the bathroom, and run water
over it.'

'Something's
under his painting?'

'Maybe.
I think it's a strong possibility. Just do it, then let me know, will you? I
should be there in about two hours. And, McBride, take care of Eden, will you?
You don't have kids, so you don't know what it means — '

Jared
closed the phone before Brad could finish his sentence, and he was in the hall
in two steps. Seconds later, he returned with one of Tyrrell's paintings.

'I want
to see what you're going to do,' Eden said, trying to get out of bed. Jared put
an arm under hers and held the painting in the other. In her bathroom he sat
her on the closed toilet and put the painting in the tub, then turned on the
shower.

In
silence, Eden and Jared watched as the water hit the old painting. At first
nothing happened, but then Tyrrell's painting of the fields around Farrington
Manor began to run. Underneath were oil colors of another painting. Jared
turned off the shower water, picked up the painting, and used a towel to wipe
off what was   left   of Tyrrell  
Farrington's   water-colors around the edges, then he handed it to
Eden. 'Recognize the signature?' he asked quietly.

The
pills inside Eden were still making her dizzy and drowsy, but she thought she
could have been dead and still recognized the signature at the corner. 'Van
Gogh,' she whispered, looking up at Jared in disbelief.

'Yeah,
ol' One Ear himself.'

It was
a picture of blue cornflowers in a field, the light swirling around the
flowers. Beautiful and as bright and vibrant as the day it had been painted.

Putting
his arm around Eden, he helped her back to bed. She fell back onto the pillows
and closed her eyes. 'Tyrrell was in Paris at the time of the Impressionists.
Their paintings were so unusual that they couldn't sell them. But then, most of
them just wanted to paint and didn't care if they sold.'

'Didn't
you say that Tyrrell's family cut off his money?'

'Yes.'
She opened her eyes. 'They cut down his allowance to try to force him to return
home. Maybe all he could afford was used canvases.'

'Used
by the other painters? The Impressionists?' Jared shook his head in awe as he
looked at the picture in his hands. 'You think more of these pictures have
other paintings under them?'

'I
don't know,' Eden said, 'but I do know that not one of them is worth my
daughter's life. How do I trade them for her?'

'And
for the man she met at the airport,' he said, his jaw clenched.

'If he
isn't one of the people who took her,' Eden said. 'Have you found out yet who
he is?'

When
Jared didn't answer right away, Eden sat up. Her head was beginning to clear
somewhat. 'You know who he is, don't you?'

'I wish
we did know who had taken her,' Jared said softly.

'That's
not what I asked. Who did Melissa meet at the airport?'

'I
don't know,' Jared said, looking into her eyes.

Eden
knew he was lying, but she had come to trust him enough to know that there was
a reason for the lie. Eden didn't care who her daughter had gone to meet. It
could be her daughter's lover, the true father of her child; Eden didn't care.

Between
Eden and Jared passed silent communication. He was lying; she knew it, but she
trusted him.

Sitting
on the edge of the bed, Jared pulled Eden into his arms. 'We're moving heaven
and earth to find your daughter now, but no one has yet contacted us with a
ransom demand. Where is this door with the riddle on it?'

'In the
attic. There's a little closet on the left, under the eaves. I think some
trunks are in front of it, so it'll be hard to find.'

'I'll
be back in seconds. Don't move,' Jared said.

Eden
closed her eyes. The drug inside her was lessening just enough that her fear
was beginning to come to the surface. When her phone rang again, she grabbed it
before the ring finished. 'Yes?' she said quickly.

'You
know what I want, don't you?' said a man's muffled voice.

'Yes.
We just figured it out. Please don't hurt my daughter. She's going to have a
baby. She's a good person. She doesn't deserve to — '

'No one
will be hurt if you follow my instructions. There's a dirt road where Highway
580 crosses 45. It's easy to miss, but it's there. At the end of the road is an
old house. Put the necklace in a paper bag and leave it inside the house. Do you
think you can find the place?'

'Yes,'
Eden said, rubbing her eyes and trying to clear the confusion from her brain.
Necklace? What was he talking about? The necklace was worthless. It was just
glass. Or was it? Had McBride lied to her about that too?

'Come
alone,' said the voice on the phone. 'Anyone comes with you and your kid gets
killed. Understand me?'

'Yes.
When?' she asked quickly. She could hear Jared's footsteps on the stairs.
'When?'

'At
midnight tonight.'

'Yes, I'll
be there,' she said, then snapped the phone shut just as Jared came into the
room. He was carrying the little door with him.

'Were
you talking on the phone?'

'I was
trying to call Brad back to tell him what we found,' she said, 'but he didn't
answer.'

Jared
nodded, then put the door on the bed. On the back of the door, the wood hardly
faded since it had been in the dark for a couple hundred years, was a crudely
carved four-line riddle.