Not his politics.
With Shepard’s presence still vivid in her mind, she revisited that file, reading deep into the night.
Then she booked her flight.
Packing two nights before she was to leave, Maya continued to think long and hard about the choice she was making but her resolution stayed firm. The pending judgeship was of paramount importance, but there was no comparison between it and her son. If there was any possibility—no matter how remote—that he might be alive, she had to know. Any woman alive would feel the same.
Maya didn’t believe in ESP but when her phone rang as she closed her suitcase, she knew exactly who was on the other end. She picked up the receiver with shaking fingers.
His voice sounded as if he were in the house next door. “Señorita Vega?”
She gripped the receiver with both hands. “I thought you weren’t going to bother me anymore.”
“I lied.”
“And why is that?”
“I wanted to…make sure everything was all right with you.”
His reply puzzled her until she looked down at her suitcase. Had he somehow found out she was going to Colombia? It didn’t seem possible, but he’d mentioned friends who had helped him. Did these friends include someone who might be watching her? Was she being paranoid or cautious?
“Everything’s just fine,” she said slowly. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“No particular reason,” he answered. “I merely wanted to make sure my visit had not troubled you too much. I appreciated your help. And I’ve come to think you might be right. Perhaps the woman I spoke to was lying. Who knows?”
His reversal was too smooth, too quick. Her suspicion took another leap when her doorbell rang. “There’s someone here—”
“I’ll wait,” he replied.
Torn between the fear she’d give herself away and the desire to see if he knew about her trip, she hesitated. “All right,” she finally agreed. “But first let me see who’s here.”
She hurried to her entry, still holding the phone as she looked through the sidelight to see a delivery man. She wasn’t expecting anything, but Darlene could have sent something over. Everything was urgent to her secretary. Nervously scribbling her signature, Maya accepted the flat envelope he held and took it straight to her desk where she found her letter opener. The French pocketknife had been a gift from Patricia one Christmas, the hand-honed edge incredibly sharp.
Maya didn’t even notice when the blade sliced into her palm.
Staring at the photograph she’d pulled from the envelope, she didn’t realize she’d cut herself until blood splattered over the glossy paper. Nausea rolled over her. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the desk and stanched the bleeding, a sick emptiness suddenly filling her.
Shot from a distance with a telephoto lens, the edges of the picture were grainy and out of focus but the center was clear as could be.
It was a photograph of her. Taken nineteen years before, the picture showed her holding an automatic gun and surrounded by men equally armed. Renaldo was not in the frame because he’d been behind the camera. Thrusting his weapon into her hands, he’d pushed her into the group and told her to smile. She stared at the photograph and felt her heart careen out of control, sweat breaking out on her forehead as heavily as it had that day in the jungle.
She hadn’t realized she’d said anything until she heard Shepard’s voice, coming from the phone she’d set down on the desk. “Maya? Maya? Are you still there? Hello?”
His voice triggered something and suddenly she understood. She grabbed the receiver.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was ferocious. “I tried to help you and this is the thanks I get?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play the innocent with me. I’m holding a photograph and you damn well know what it is. That’s why you called, isn’t it? Your timing was perfect but you can take your little warning and shove it up your—”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Explain yourself.”
His command was so forceful, Maya complied without thinking. “I just received a photograph of me,” she said tightly. “With Renaldo’s cadre.” Her voice went hoarse. “It won’t work, Shepard.”
She thought she heard a quick intake of breath, then knew she’d imagined it. “I have sent you nothing. This photograph must have come from someone else—”
“Say something I can believe.”
“I am telling you the truth.”
Anger washed over her. “If you think this will deter me, think again. You and your family can try all the dirty tricks you have at your disposal but they won’t work against me. Or my son, if he lives.”
She didn’t realize she was speaking Spanish until she stopped. And she didn’t realize how much she meant her words until then, either. Compared to the possibility her son might be alive, nothing else in her life mattered. Nothing.
She spoke again. “Are we clear on this? I am coming to Colombia and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“That is not a good idea.” He sounded alarmed but she knew he was faking it. “Please, Maya. Do not even consider coming here.”
Maya looked down at the photo in her hand. She’d smeared blood on it, darkening the edges and causing them to curl. “Your plan has backfired, Señor Reyes. Nothing could stop me now.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“HOW LONG WILL you be gone?” Patricia’s voice held more than a hint of disappointment when Maya stopped by her office the following morning.
“I’m not sure,” Maya hedged. “But I have too much going on here to be away long.”
Patricia’s fingers tapped the top of her desk. “Next Saturday night is the dinner for Senator Hayes. I wanted to introduce you to some people there.”
“I know, Patricia.” Maya shook her head. “I’d planned on attending but this came up and I don’t have a choice now. I have to deal with the situation. They’re asking for me.”
“This is the Sanchez case?”
Maya had resorted once again to the lie she’d told when she’d introduced Shepard to Patricia. She’d researched the case last night just to make sure she had the facts straight. “Yes, it is. We did the probate in ’97. I think you might have been in Switzerland at the time.”
Patricia frowned as she tried to remember but Maya rushed into her explanation. She didn’t want Patricia thinking about the case too hard.
“Sr. Reyes has located the missing son who left right after the Sanchez funeral. Obviously they haven’t been able
