Chasing the Night (Eve Duncan)
One woman's nightmare…
A CIA agent's two-year-old child was stolen in the night as a brutal act of vengeance. Nine years later, Catherine Ling's instincts―maternal and professional―tell her that her son is still alive. But she needs the help of someone as driven and obsessed as she is to find him. That person is Eve Duncan.
…is another woman's duty.
Eve has walked the same path as Catherine, having endured the disappearance of her own daughter, Bonnie. Now Eve must raise her game as a forensic sculptor to another level, using the science of age progression to unite mother and son. But as she is drawn deeper into Catherine's horror, she must face looming demons of her own. Whoever took Bonnie is still out there―and until he is brought to justice, and Bonnie is brought home, Eve will be forever CHASING THE NIGHT.
looked out at the lake. “He looks like he’s coming back in. Why don’t you go down and be there when he gets out? You don’t need my help with him any longer. I only wanted to come to meet you to tell you about Luke’s back. I didn’t want you to burst into tears and embarrass both of you.” She glanced back at Catherine. “Don’t do it.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” “Good, I’m going to the house and see if I can find something hot to drink.” Kelly started up the hill. “I spent the last year in Colombia,
bloodbath. Guerilla fighting, massacres. Even after the supposed truce, there was spotty guerilla warfare on both sides. The attacks are still going on today. The hatred never stops.” “And Rakovac was involved?” “Very much involved. But his involvement started much earlier than the outbursts that occurred later with Russia. As I said, there was hatred and fighting for decades. Rakovac actually was born in the Republic of Georgia and fought with them as a teenager in a guerilla group against the
with me.” “A college?” Eve said. “But you’re only fourteen.” “I’m very smart. All the professors decided that I should be at a think tank. Some of them wanted to send me to Harvard, but Daddy said he didn’t want me at a place with that high, edgy profile. He thought the pressure would be less on me in a Southern school. I like it okay there.” She paused. “Daddy told me that I was going to be all right as far as money was concerned. He set up some kind of trust for me. But public opinion matters
Catherine said as she opened the front door. “I’ll have your cases to you in a few minutes.” Natalie stared after her an instant before she opened the bedroom door. “She’s so…strong. Not in body, but in other ways. As strong as he is. He likes that.” She stepped aside and gestured. “I changed the linens when Kelsov told me he was bringing guests. There’s only one bathroom in the house, and it’s off the living room. Tell me if you need anything.” “We’ll be fine, Natalie,” Eve said. “Catherine
front door.” “You think his family was being held hostage to force Gonzalez to cooperate?” “That’s my guess. And then, after Gonzalez had done his job, they murdered everyone so that there would be no one to tell the tale.” He paused. “And to make sure that there was no evidence that the bomber’s story wasn’t as factual as it should be.” “Hideous,” Eve said shakily. “And you’re saying the bomber lied when he gave credit to Red Darkness?” “We can’t prove it. The spokesman for that terrorist