Tall, Dark And Deadly. Madeline Harper

your voice down,” he ordered, “so Victor doesn’t hear you. Wait until he turns the tape recorder on. There...” he said as the music wafted from the jail office.

      Dana listened for a moment to the sound of jazz. “You brought him a tape recorder?”

      “Sure. He loves jazz. I brought him some beer, too. that’ll help him pass the hours while he guards his dangerous prisoner.”

      Dana shot him a long, hate-filled look. “Are you crazy?”

      “I needed to talk with you. The jazz and the beer will give me that chance, keep him occupied while you and I make a deal.”

      “A deal? You are insane! There’s no way I’m dealing with Louis’s murderer. Now get away from the window or I’ll scream for Victor.”

      “No, you won’t,” Alex said calmly. “You’ll listen to what I have to say because, lady, I’m your only hope.”

      “Then God pity me,” Dana said flatly, “if I have to depend on the likes of you.” She moved into the corner and climbed onto her bed, as far away from him as she could get. Even though he was on the other side of the bars, she felt safer away from the window.

      “You don’t have to depend on me,” he said, “but I think you’ll want to when you hear what I can do.”

      “And just what is that?” Dana asked.

      “I can break you out of this place,” he answered in a hoarse whisper.

      “Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied loudly.

      “Be quiet or I’ll never get a chance to show you. I can get you out of here now. Tonight. We can cross the border into Zaire and then fly to Kenya. You can go to the American Embassy, get a new passport and be out of this part of the world before Jean Luc gets organized enough to put together a chase. You can be free, Dana.”

      Free. The word sounded wonderful, but there was no way freedom would come from Alex Jourdan. There was no way she could trust him.

      “Come here, Dana. I don’t want to shout. Come here so I can tell you what I have in mind.”

      Curiosity got the best of her. Whatever he had to say, listening to him would be preferable to cowering uselessly. She went to the window. When she was within two feet of him, she stopped.

      “Come closer,” he urged.

      “No, this is good enough.”

      “What I have to say is for no ears but yours. If you don’t come close, I can’t speak.”

      Warily, she approached. She was obviously the crazy one for even talking to him. Their encounter in the garden the night before, the perplexing mixture of emotions it aroused in her, was all too immediate. She didn’t just remember those feelings; she felt them. Attraction. Excitement. Anger. And danger; it had been there in the garden, and it was here in the jail.

      But she’d already taken the first step toward him. She took another. His face was in shadow, but she could make out his features in the dim light. The look in his eyes was dark and intense, and the seductive whisper of his voice drew her on.

      “I can help you, Dana.”

      She kept her voice low. “You don’t strike me as the altruistic type. There must be something in this for you.”

      He flashed a smile, and she caught a glimpse of his even, white teeth. “No, I’m not altruistic. Let’s put it this way. I’m meeting a mutual need. But I can’t explain unless I can see you. Step a little closer, into the moonlight.”