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De Angelis was watching Tess. She said nothing. She glanced over at him, and something in her eyes told De Angelis that he hadn't convinced her, and that she sensed this was about something more than just funding a personal vendetta.

Tes indeed, De Angelis mused. This woman is decidedly dangerous. But for the time being, her potential usefulness outweighed the danger she posed.

For just how long, Uiough, remained to be seen.

Chapter 44

"What station is that?"

Tess had agreed to an offer of a lift from Reilly, and sitting in the car with him now, listening to the uplifting music, the setting sun peeping out from behind a cluster of graphite clouds and painting the horizon a dark pink, she was glad she accepted his offer.

She felt relaxed and safe. More than that, she was finding that she liked being around him. There was something about his toughness, his incisive determination, his . . . honesty. It was plain to see.

She knew she could trust him, which was more than could be said for most men she'd come across, her ex-husband a particularly stellar example of that subhuman breed. With her house empty now that Kim and her mom had flown to Arizona, she was looking forward to a warm bath and a glass of red wine; a pill would also be drafted in to guarantee a good night's sleep.

"It's a CD. The last track was from Willie and Lobo's Caliente. This one's Pat Metheny. It's one of my comps." He shook his head slightly. "Now there's something a guy should never confess to."

"Why not?"

He grinned. "You kidding me? Burning compilation CDs? Come on. A sure sign of way too much free time."

"Oh, I don't know about that. It could also be the sign of someone who's quite particular and knows exactly what he likes."

He nodded. "I like that interpretation."

"I had a feeling you would." She smiled and looked ahead for a moment, soaking in the subtle combination of the electric guitar and the complex orchestrations that were the group's trademark.

"It's good."

"Yeah?"

"Really soothing and . . . inspirational. Plus we're ten minutes into it and my ears haven't gone numb, which is a nice change from the carnage Kim normally subjects them to."

"That bad, huh?"

"Don't get me started. And the lyrics, my God ... I thought I was a hip mom, but some of those 'songs,' if you can even call them that ..."

Reilly grinned. "What's the world coming to?"

"Hey, you're not exactly the king of hip-hop either."

"Does Steely Dan count?"

"I don't think so."

He put on a mock dejected look. "Bummer."

Tess looked ahead. "I'm telling you, it's a New Frontier out there," she deadpanned, watching him from the corner of her eye, waiting for it, then grinning when she saw that it clicked with him, enjoying catching him off guard with the title of the Donald Fagen track. He gave her a small, impressed nod, and their eyes met. She felt her face warm slightly, when her cell phone decided to come to life.

Annoyed by the intrusion, she fished it out of her bag and looked at it. The screen wasn't displaying the caller's number. She decided to answer it and immediately regretted it.

"Hey. It's me. Doug."

If she wasn't normally keen to talk to her ex-husband, right now was a particularly unwelcome moment. Avoiding Reilly's eyes, she lowered her voice.

"What do you want?" she asked flatly.

"I know you were at the Met that night, and I wanted to know if there was anything—"

There it was. With Doug, there was always an angle. She cut him off. "I can't talk about it, all right," she lied, "I've been specifically asked by the FBI not to talk to the press."

"You have? That's terrific." Terrific? Why was that terrific? "No one else has been told that," he enthused. "So why is that, huh? What do you know that they don't?"

The lie had backfired. "Forget it, Doug."

"Don't be like that." The smarmy charm reared its ugly head. "This is me, remember."

As if she could forget. "No," she repeated.

"Tess, give me a break."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Come on, baby—"

She snapped the phone shut, slammed it into her purse with a whole lot more force than was necessary, then exhaled heavily and stared ahead.

After a couple of minutes, she forced herself to relax her neck and shoulder muscles and, without looking at Reilly, said, "Sorry. My ex-husband."

"I figured. A little something I picked up in Quantico."

She managed a small chortle. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"

He glanced at her. "Not usually. Unless it's about the Templars, in which case there's this really annoying archaeologist who always seems to be a couple of steps ahead of the rest of us laymen."

She smiled. "Don't stop on my account."

He looked at her again and saw that she was looking back. He held her eyes a moment longer than before.

He was definitely glad she'd accepted his offer to drive her home.

The road lights were on by the time they got to her street, and the sight of her house was enough to bring all the fears and worries of the last couple of days flooding back.

Vance was here, she shuddered. He was in my house.

They drove past the police cruiser parked down the road from her house. Reilly flicked a small wave to the cop sitting inside, who waved back, recognizing Tess from his briefing.

When they reached her house, Reilly pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. She glanced at the house and felt uneasy. She wondered whether or not to ask him in for a moment before the words spilled out of her mouth. "Do you want to come in?"

He hesitated, then said, "Sure." There was nothing flirtatious about his tone. "It'd be good to take a quick look around."

At the front door, he held out his hand for the key and went in first.

It was unnaturally quiet, and Tess followed him into the living room, automatically switching on all the lights, then the television, lowering the sound. The set was tuned to the WB, Kim's favorite channel. Tess didn't bother changing it.

Reilly looked at her, somewhat surprised.

"I do it when I'm alone," she explained. "Creates the illusion of company."

"You'll be fine." His tone was comforting. "I'll check the rooms," he continued before hesitating, then added, "Is that okay?"

The hesitation must be because he would be going into her bedroom, she thought. She was grateful for his concern and pleased at his sensitivity.

"Sure."

He nodded and, as he went out of the room, Tess dropped onto the couch, pulled the phone over, and dialed her aunt's house in Prescott, Arizona. Hazel picked up after three rings. She had just arrived home, having collected Kim and Eileen from the airport at Phoenix and taken them out for dinner. Both of them, Hazel told her, were fine. Tess talked briefly with her mother while Hazel went to fetch Kim, who was in the stables checking out the horses. Eileen sounded a whole lot less worried than she had been. Tess guessed that it must be due to a combination of being calmed by her affable and easygoing sister and the distance the day's traveling had put between her and New York. When Kim came on, she was all lit up over the prospect of going riding tomorrow and appeared not to be missing her mother at all.

As she said good night and hung up the phone, Reilly came back into the room.

He looked as tired as she felt. "It's all clear, as expected. I really don't think you have anything to worry about anymore."

"I'm sure you're right. Thanks for taking a look anyway."

"Not a problem." He took one last look and nodded to her, seeming to hover for the briefest of moments. Tess picked up on it.

"I'm sure we could both use a drink," she said as she got up and led him into the kitchen. "How about a beer or a glass of wine, maybe?"

"No," he said, smiling. "Thanks anyway."

"Oh, I forgot, you're on duly, right? Coffee then?"

"No, it's not that. It's just . . ." He seemed reticent to go on.

"What?"

He paused before adding, "It's Lent."

"Lent? Really?"

"Yeah."

"And I'm guessing you're not doing it as an excuse to lose weight, are you?"

He just shook his head.

"Forty days without booze. Wow." She blushed. "Okay, that didn't come out right, did it? I don't want you to get the wrong idea, it's not like I'm ripe for AA or anything."

"Too late. The image is burned in."

"Great." She walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of white wine. "It's funny, it's just that I didn't think anyone did that anymore. Especially not in this town."

"Actually, it's an obvious place to live a ... a spiritual life."

"You're kidding, right? New York City?"

"No. It's the perfect place for it. Think about it. It's not like there aren't enough moral or ethical challenges to deal with here. The differences between right and wrong, between good and bad, they're pretty clear in this town. You have to make a choice."

Tess was still processing his revelation. "So how religious are you? If you don't mind my asking."

"No, that's fine."

She grinned. "Just tell me you don't hike out to some cowfield in the middle of nowhere because someone there thinks he saw the Virgin appear up in the clouds or something?"

"No, not recently anyway. I'm guessing you're not a particularly religious person."