Leaving the exhibit behind, they walked in silence to the stairs and began descending. Halfway down, Morgan spoke again in a voice that was just a bit unsteady.
"Alex, if I wanted to guess who Nightshade is-"
"Don"t, Morgana." He kept his own voice even, but his fingers tightened almost unconsciously around hers. "Your knowing who he is wouldn"t help-and could hurt. There"s no reason for you to know until you have to. Trust me."
Morgan glanced up at him as they reached the lobby, and a little laugh escaped her. "We"ve already established that I don"t really have a choice about that." Then, before he could respond, she was going on in the same casual tone. "You"re free until around midnight, aren"t you?"
"More or less," he agreed. "I thought we could get something to eat and then go back to your place."
"Sounds good to me."
After that their conversation steered clear of the exhibit and Nightshade and other troubling matters, and Quinn was glad. He knew he should have kept his attention focused on those matters, troubling or not, but all his concentration seemed taken up by her. She had fascinated him from the first night they"d met, and their subsequent, rather intense encounters had only deepened and increased that fascination.
He thought she was magnificent. Not just in her physical beauty, although that could certainly cause a marble statue with no more than the vague form of a man to leave its base and trail along wistfully behind her. No, what Morgan had was much more than mere beauty. She was unusually vibrant, her inner spirit so bright and strong it shone from her golden eyes and seemed almost to illuminate her flawless skin. Her voice was quick and musical, the tone just throaty enough to make every word a caress. And her mind . . . her mind.
Intelligence was only a part of it, though she certainly had plenty of that. She had a sense of humor that was sometimes ironic or offbeat and always sharp. A keen perception. More sensitivity and and sentimentality than she wanted to reveal. And she possessed a deep reserve despite her talkative disposition and charm. sentimentality than she wanted to reveal. And she possessed a deep reserve despite her talkative disposition and charm.
Quinn thought she had been profoundly hurt in her life-and not only by the fiance too unspeakably stupid to look past her surface shine to the pure gold underneath. She had been taken at face value too often in her life, he thought, and that had taught her to guard her vulnerable heart.
Which made it all the more remarkable that she could have fallen in love with him. He still couldn"t quite believe it. A part of him even considered that if they spent enough time together, she would eventually decide she"d been mistaken in what she felt. But a deeper part of him saw and recognized a luminous truth in her eyes.
She loved him.
And it was going to cost her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
Late on Sat.u.r.day evening, Quinn pulled himself reluctantly from the warmth of Morgan"s bed to get dressed. It was nearly eleven, and he had to return to his hotel briefly before he could begin his night as Quinn. They had spent most of the evening in bed, and though he hadn"t gotten very much sleep during the past few days, he felt peculiarly energized. reluctantly from the warmth of Morgan"s bed to get dressed. It was nearly eleven, and he had to return to his hotel briefly before he could begin his night as Quinn. They had spent most of the evening in bed, and though he hadn"t gotten very much sleep during the past few days, he felt peculiarly energized.
Morgan banked pillows behind her and absently drew the sheet up over her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she watched him, and in the lamplight her eyes seemed bottomless. For the first time since they had discussed it earlier in the day, she brought up the subject of Nightshade, her voice calm but deliberate.
"Have you thought of a reason why I would have expected Alex Brandon to be on a rooftop at midnight?"
"Only one," he confessed, sitting on the side of the bed to pull his boots on. "If Alex had told you that"s where he"d be-not, of course, expecting you to come calling."
Morgan frowned, then realized. "You were dressed as Quinn. All-black cat-burglar attire. Which you wouldn"t have wanted me to see if I didn"t know you were Quinn."
"That is a bit of a problem in explaining things, yes."
She watched him for a moment, still frowning, then said, "Well, you can always fall back on the unpredictability of women. You tell me you"re going to be up there-stargazing, or just checking out the roof of a building you"re interested in buying or leasing-"
"In the middle of the night?"
"You had a busy day, and it was the only time available." When he stared at her with lifted brows, she laughed and said, "Most men think that a woman in love will believe anything, so I"m sure you can make it sound convincing. Or tell him I wasn"t wasn"t convinced, that I suspected another woman or something, and thank him very much for knocking me out before I could see you in your Quinn costume." convinced, that I suspected another woman or something, and thank him very much for knocking me out before I could see you in your Quinn costume."
"That"s not bad," he noted. "Especially since I plan to get him on the defensive immediately."
Morgan considered that for a moment. "Because he he shouldn"t have been on that fire escape?" shouldn"t have been on that fire escape?"
"Right. And with chloroform, no less. There I was, perched on that roof and studying the museum while I planned a way in for him, him, and he came cat-footing along to either check up on me or else do something a bit more permanent. I"d say he demonstrated a distressing lack of trust in his partner, to say the very least. I"m going to be quite indignant about that, I think. So indignant, in fact, that I"m not at all sure I want to share with him the rather vital bit of information I got from you, sweet." and he came cat-footing along to either check up on me or else do something a bit more permanent. I"d say he demonstrated a distressing lack of trust in his partner, to say the very least. I"m going to be quite indignant about that, I think. So indignant, in fact, that I"m not at all sure I want to share with him the rather vital bit of information I got from you, sweet."
"Ah, I wondered if we were going to get back to that." She eyed him thoughtfully. "If you expect to sidetrack him that way, it"d better be good. Since I don"t know much about the security setup for the exhibit or or the museum, what could I possibly have told you?" the museum, what could I possibly have told you?"
He leaned over to kiss her, lingering not because he was avoiding the answer to her question, but simply because kissing her had become as necessary to him as breathing. When he finally, and very reluctantly, ended the kiss, he had to fight an overwhelming urge to yank his clothes off and crawl back under the covers with her-and that sleepy, sensual expression in her eyes didn"t do much to sh.o.r.e up his willpower.
Quinn cleared his throat, but his voice emerged hoa.r.s.ely even then. "Why, you told me something only a handful of people know, sweet. You told me that Max is planning to break up his collection-and donate it to various museums-even before the exhibit is officially ended."
She was startled for a moment, but then nodded slowly. "I see. Once the collection is scattered all over the country-even the world-he wouldn"t have much hope of getting his hands on many of the pieces."
"Exactly. With a little luck, the news will at least give him something to think about. And, if I"m reading him right, it might just cause him to move a bit faster than he planned."
Morgan nodded again, but then bit her bottom lip as she gazed at him. "Alex, be careful. Nightshade moving faster sounds like a deadly proposition."
He kissed her again, managing to keep it light this time. "Don"t worry, sweetheart, I can take care of myself. Besides that, I told you I always land on my feet."
Quinn didn"t want to leave her, but at the same time he was anxious to confront the man known as Nightshade and divert his attention from Morgan; she wouldn"t be safe until those greedy eyes were fixed once more on the Bannister collection.
It was that thought that enabled him to get up off the bed and turn away, but he had to pause in the doorway of the bedroom and look back at her. Unable to help himself, he said, "I"ll be looking for a place to rest my weary head around dawn. Do you have any suggestions?"
She smiled slowly, and that luminous truth was in her eyes. "I believe the lock on the front door is easy to pick. And then there"s the window; you didn"t have any trouble with it either. It"s your choice. I"ll be here."
Given that enticement, Quinn knew he wouldn"t have any trouble getting back here. With Morgan waiting for him, the only question was whether he could endure the long hours until dawn.
"Any problems?" Quinn asked Jared lightly when he joined him just a few minutes after midnight.
"None that I saw."
Since they had to a.s.sume that Nightshade had spotted the earlier vantage point, Jared and Quinn had agreed-in a brief phone conversation much earlier in the day-to move to a new position and another building. So they met now in a fourth-floor office overlooking the museum, one of several currently unoccupied s.p.a.ces they had rented before the exhibit opened.
Keeping his voice casual in what he knew was a vain attempt to avoid a confrontation with Jared, Quinn said, "Okay, then. You"d better go get some sleep while you can."
"Not so fast." Jared perched on a huge old slate-topped desk that had been left in the office by the previous occupants, the position indicating that he wasn"t going anywhere for the moment. The room was very dim, but there was enough light to make his expression obvious. Grim.
Quinn leaned against the window frame and peered through venetian blinds at the museum across the street. Well lighted on all sides, the building appeared utterly peaceful. No help there, he thought ruefully, almost wishing for a few armed thugs to storm the place.
"Alex."
"Yeah?" He looked at his brother, still casual.
"I backed you in this from the beginning." Jared"s voice was very deliberate. "I bent some laws and broke quite a few rules, because I knew what it meant to you to put Nightshade behind bars. So far, I don"t regret that."
"I"m glad," Quinn murmured.
"Wait. I let you lie to Max; I didn"t like it, but your reasons made sense. I let you lie to Wolfe, even though I knew d.a.m.ned well it probably meant he"d take both our heads off when he found out the truth. But I will be d.a.m.ned, d.a.m.ned, little brother, if I"ll let you lie to me." little brother, if I"ll let you lie to me."
Quinn didn"t move or speak. Familiar with the sound of danger, he heard it in Jared"s voice. And though he was an inch taller than his brother, a fraction wider across the shoulders, and arguably more powerful, there was no one in the world that he was less inclined to take on than Jared.
Especially when he knew himself to be in the wrong.
"I want the truth, Alex."
"All right," Quinn said quietly. "I would have told you anyway. Maybe not tonight, but . . . soon."
Jared drew a breath and let it out slowly. "Tell me."
So Quinn told him.
Almost everything.
Still balancing on that high wire, Quinn"s second meeting of the night took place in a private home far from the museum, and as he"d discussed with Morgan, he didn"t give Nightshade the opportunity to ask awkward questions.
"What the h.e.l.l do you mean by shadowing me?" he demanded, stripping off his mask.
"Shadowing you? What are you talking about?"
"I"m talking about your little stunt on that fire escape last night. What would have happened if Morgan hadn"t got in your way, you want to tell me that? Was the chloroform meant for me, or do you make it a habit to carry the stuff around? Or was it Morgan you were after?"
His host moved slowly to a chair by the fireplace and sat down. "Alex, I didn"t go out last night. At all."
Quinn recognized the truth when he heard it. Part of him was relieved-and part of him went even colder. He sat down across from his host and spoke slowly, even though his mind was working at top speed. "And you didn"t kill that woman the police are calling Jane Doe. So we have another player."
"It appears so. What was Morgan doing on a fire escape?"
"Looking for me. For Alex."
"And she expected to find you on a rooftop?"
"I didn"t say I was on the roof. I"d told her I was meeting a realtor late to look at a building I was considering as an investment. I never meant to be specific about which building, but I must have been. Apparently, she decided to surprise me with a visit. Either that, or . . ."
"Or she suspected you might be meeting someone else?"
"I wouldn"t have pegged her as the jealous type," Quinn mused, then shrugged. "In any case, being Morgan, when she found the front doors locked she tried the fire escape." Quinn felt fairly safe in creating a plausible tale, and it was certainly better than the truth.
"And someone used chloroform on her. An interesting choice, to not simply kill her. Something you"d be more likely to do than I."
Gambling as he often did, Quinn said, "It occurred to me that you might have tried to grab Morgan to have an extra lever against me."
"Alex, I"m surprised at you. Such a lack of trust."
Ignoring that comment, Quinn added, "Still a possibility if we do have another player in the game. But whoever it was couldn"t have known Morgan would be there. Unless he followed her."
"Or followed you."
"He didn"t follow me."
Nightshade accepted that. "Where is Morgan now?"
"Safe. Being watched. As she"ll continue to be watched until this is over."
Smiling faintly, Nightshade said, "Is that a warning, Alex?"
"If you like." Quinn held his host"s gaze steadily. "No one is going to hurt Morgan. No one is going to use her against me."
"Noted." Nightshade shrugged. "At the moment, I"m far more interested in who this new player is and whether he"s a threat to our plans. It sounds at the very least as if he has your number, that he knows Morgan is your weakness."
Quinn could have argued with the choice of words, but instead said only, "The murder of Jane Doe points straight at the museum. They even found the murder weapon in the bas.e.m.e.nt, rather . . . creatively placed."
"So whoever it is got inside the museum without tripping any alarms."
"And spent a considerable amount of time in there. Weeks ago. Before the new security went on-line. Since then, no one has breached the system."
"You"re sure of that?"
"Positive."
"And you have no idea who this new player might be."
Quinn shook his head. "Neither do the police, if that"s any comfort."
"It isn"t."
"You have more resources in this city than I do. Tap them. Find out what"s going on."
"We have a timetable. You do remember that, don"t you?"
"I do. And everything will be in place by Thursday night. If you choose to go ahead, that is."
"Of course I choose to go ahead. I can"t take the chance that this . . . other player . . . can get in ahead of us."
"It"s a risk. To proceed without knowing who"s out there. But there"s another risk." Quinn saw no reason why he shouldn"t go ahead and stoke the fire.
"Which is?"
"Something Morgan told me. Max is planning to break up the collection, donate it to various museums around the world. He says the time for any one man or one family to have such treasures is long past."
"He would," Nightshade commented grimly.