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Evan was truly delusional. Christina tried to hang on to the hope that J.T. wasn’t dead, just trapped somewhere, but Evan’s words scared her. There was a sense of finality to his statements, as if he were closing a chapter in his life.

Evan walked over to one of the arches in the wall and gazed out, resting his hands on the waist-high railing. She could see the darkening sky beyond him. Night was falling. Where the hell were they? And where was everyone else?

“It won’t be long now,” Evan said. “Not long at all.”

19

St. Anne’s Convent was located an hour and a half away from Florence, in the heart of Tuscany, set on a remote hillside, far from any towns. Fortunately the church was known to the locals, one of whom had steered J.T. in the correct direction; otherwise he might have driven right by the thickly forested hillside.

He pulled into the courtyard in front of a large Gothic church complete with spires and a bell tower. To his right, a high cement wall ran a half mile down the hillside, hiding the convent buildings from view. As he got out of his car, he saw a sign placed near a path that led to a gate in the wall. It said
ST
.
ANNE
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S CONVENT AND SANITARIUM
. That seemed appropriate for a madman. Evan had probably liked the idea of the chase ending in a place like this.

As J.T. moved across the courtyard, he saw another car parked under a grove of trees on the edge of the property, a flashy BMW with a convertible top, just the sort of car Evan enjoyed driving. J.T. jogged across the lot, ignoring the pain that stabbed at his head and other bruised body parts. He’d deal with his injuries later.

The car wasn’t locked, so he opened the door to take a look around. In the backseat he saw a hoop earring, the kind Christina wore. His heart stopped. She was here. Evan had brought her here. Quietly shutting the door so as not to alert anyone to his presence, he headed for the church. He knew the fresco was supposed to be located in one of the rooms off the main chapel. Since the diamond was painted into the fresco, he was betting that it was some type of marker for a hiding place.

The church doors were open, which surprised him, since there didn’t appear to be anyone around. Where were the nuns—the sisters of St. Anne’s? It seemed awfully quiet, too quiet. He glanced down at his watch. It was six o’clock. Maybe everyone was at dinner, or perhaps this was one of those convents where they took a vow of silence. It didn’t matter. It might be easier if no one was around, and certainly more logical for Evan to try to meet Marcus in a location where there wouldn’t be any witnesses.

J.T. was certain that was what Evan intended. He’d kidnapped Christina for a reason—to make a deal with Marcus, the diamond for his daughter. He hoped to hell that Marcus wasn’t going to act completely stupid and selfish and try to find a way to keep his diamond and his daughter. From what J.T. had heard of Marcus so far, it wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility. The man obviously had an ego and an arrogance that knew no bounds.

Entering the church, J.T. paused, getting his bearings. He opened the double doors that led into the main part of the building. A long line of empty pews met his gaze. The altar was also empty. He strode down the center aisle and through a door by the front of the church, which led into a smaller chapel.

He caught his breath. There on the wall was the painting. He stopped and stared, shocked that he had actually found it, that it still existed. There was Catherine de Médici and her damned diamond.

J.T. walked over to the wall and ran his hand along the surface, feeling lines and grooves beneath the paint. He traced the diamond with his finger, pushed, knocked, tapped to see if he heard a hollow ring. He moved his hand lower, almost feeling like a jackass for fondling the breasts of a woman in a painting, but his instincts told him the fresco meant something. The painter was supposed to help Catherine hide the diamond. What better place than in the painting itself?

He tried to remember what else Christina had told him about the painting, about the curse. Something niggled at the back of his brain. Catherine had called the diamond her heart, because inside the stone was a rare flaw, a natural occurring mineral inclusion in the shape of a heart.
Bingo.
He ran the tips of his fingers over Catherine’s heart and felt a small, inconspicuous knob. He pulled it, and a small section of the wall opened up, revealing a dark hole. Sticking his hand inside, he reached around, hoping to feel the cold planes of a diamond. Nothing was there. The hiding place was empty.

Fear rocketed through his body. Was he too late? Had Evan and Marcus come and gone? Where was Christina? What the hell had happened?

He closed the small door in the wall and looked around. Instinct told him that they couldn’t be far. They had to be here somewhere. The car was still in the lot.

Christina shifted on the floor, trying to get her legs out in front of her so she could lean against the wall. Her muscles were cramping, and she was starting to panic at the thought of not being able to open her mouth. Evan was getting scarier by the moment. He kept walking around the small space, looking out each long window as if a different view would give him a different answer. He was getting impatient. She could feel the tension emanating from his body.

What would happen if her father didn’t come? What would Evan do with her?

Evan turned to face her again. “He’s late.”

She wished she could answer him. She wished he would take the tape off her mouth so she could try to talk him out of whatever plan he had in mind.

“If he doesn’t come, you’re in a lot of trouble,” Evan continued. “I won’t have any use for you.” He glanced back at the open archway. “It would be easy to fall,” he mused. “Just that one little railing, not even waist-high. Someone could trip, stumble, go right over the side. It’s a long way down to the courtyard.”

Chills ran through her at his words. She wanted to pray. She was in a church tower, after all. Maybe God was listening. But what should she pray for? If her father came and handed over the diamond, Evan wouldn’t need either of them. He might kill them both. If her father didn’t come, at least he’d still be safe. But for how long? Evan wouldn’t give up. He wanted that diamond, and he wouldn’t stop until he got it.

The sound of footsteps drew her attention to the door.

Evan pulled a gun from his suit jacket.

The door flew open. J.T. entered the tower, gun drawn, eyes blazing. Christina couldn’t believe it was him. She’d expected to see her father, but it was J.T. He was alive.
Thank God!
But he was hurt, she realized. One side of his face was swollen, purple, and the skin around his eye was turning black. She could see blood in his hair and on his shirt.

Evan moved closer to her, turning his gun to her head.

“Drop it,” J.T. ordered, his gun aimed at Evan’s heart.

“You drop it, or Christina dies,” Evan returned.

“I’ll kill you before you have a chance to pull the trigger.”

“Are you sure you can beat me—that you won’t miss the shot?” Evan drawled. “You’re not a clutch player, J.T. Isn’t that why you quit football—too many losses in the last two minutes of the fourth quarter? Too many missed passes? Are you willing to take that chance on Christina’s life? This is my game. Don’t let yourself think otherwise.”

“Wrong. This is the end of your game. If you wanted me out of it, you should have killed me at the farmhouse.” His gaze narrowed on Evan. “But you didn’t. That was sloppy. Getting careless, Evan?”

“Not for a minute. It’s more fun when you’re in the chase, J.T. Don’t you know that by now?”

“Drop the gun,” J.T. repeated, his gaze determined.

Christina felt reassured by his demeanor. However, her hopes diminished when she looked at Evan and saw the same confidence in his expression.

Both men wanted to win, but that wasn’t possible. Someone would lose. It couldn’t be J.T.—not just for her sake, but for his sake as well. He had waited a long time to have Evan in his sights. He wanted payback for his father, justice, revenge. And she was in the way. She wished she could disappear, take herself out of this moment. She didn’t want to be the reason J.T. lost Evan again, but she was caught. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything to stop what was about to happen. She could only watch.

The two men exchanged a long, measuring look, as if they were each weighing their options. She knew J.T. was strong, courageous, and not at all the kind of man who would choke in a crisis. But Evan was clever, cunning, and far more reckless. Evan didn’t have boundaries. J.T. did. Evan had nothing to lose; he was a criminal with no conscience. If he were caught, he could spend the rest of his life in jail. He would fight to the end.

“Let Christina go,” J.T. said. “This is between us, Evan. It started with us, and it should end with us.”

“We’re nowhere near the end,” Evan replied. “Not everyone is here yet.”

“Her father isn’t coming. He’s downstairs. I told him to stay there,” J.T. said, surprising Christina with his words. She wondered if he was telling the truth or bluffing. She certainly didn’t have a good track record when it came to reading men and their lies.

“Oh, he’ll come,” Evan replied. “I have his daughter. There is nothing like the love between a father and his child. But you already knew that, didn’t you, J.T.?”

Christina inwardly winced at the painful stab Evan had just taken at J.T., reminding him of the father he’d lost. Evan was certainly willing to play every card in his hand.

“Your father told me how disappointed you would be in him—after he lost all his money,” Evan continued. “He said it would give you one more reason to hate him—the way he hated you. He said you were an ungrateful son of a bitch, not appreciating everything he had done for you.”

“Do you really believe I care what you say or think?” J.T. challenged.

“Just passing the time.”

“You’ll have lots of time to pass in jail,” J.T. returned. “You won’t be getting out for a long, long time.”

“You’ve said that before, but somehow it never works out that way. No one can catch me, J.T. I’m invincible.”

Before J.T. could reply, more footsteps came pounding up the stairs.

“Stay out!” J.T. shouted. “Don’t come in here. It’s a trap. Call the police.”

Evan shifted so close to Christina that his leg brushed against her arm, the barrel of the gun moving closer to her head.

The footsteps kept coming despite J.T.’s warning. A moment later her father entered the room. He was wearing black slacks, a gray button-down dress shirt, and a confident, reassuring smile. Her heart skipped a beat. He had come to rescue her. She didn’t know why she had ever doubted him. Of course he’d come. He stopped just inside the door, his smile dimming as he realized the trouble she was in. “Christina, my God! Are you all right?” Marcus took a step forward.

“Not so fast,” Evan warned. “Don’t move or she takes a bullet in the head, Pops.”

Marcus stopped abruptly. “You don’t have to hurt her. I’m here. I have what you want.” He glanced over at J.T. “You couldn’t stop this from happening? Aren’t you the FBI agent who’s supposed to be protecting my daughter?”

“Nice to meet you, too,” J.T. snapped. “And you’re the reason your daughter has a gun to her head. You have a hell of a lot to explain.”

“He can explain later,” Evan ordered. “Now hand over the diamond, Alberti, or your daughter is dead.”

“You think you’re going to kill Christina and walk away?” J.T. asked. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Evan. There’s no way you’re leaving here with the diamond. You shoot Christina, I’ll shoot you.”

“It could work that way,” Evan admitted. “But you can’t watch me kill Christina. You won’t take that chance. I know you as well as you know yourself—probably better.”

Christina wondered if Evan was right. J.T. was an honorable man, but he also wanted Evan so badly he could taste it. She’d learned from her father that the line between right and wrong could shift with desire. Would it shift with J.T.’s desire for revenge and payback? Or his desire for her?

J.T.’s hand was steady, his gun still fixed on Evan. Evan was equally strong. Someone would have to break first. Who would it be?

Marcus put up a hand. “There’s no need for anyone to shoot. I have the diamond. I’m prepared to hand it over. No one needs to get hurt. Please.”

Her father reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the diamond necklace. It glittered in the shadows. Marcus looked at her, then at the jewel. She thought she saw a flash of indecision in his eyes. Could he really do it—could he put her first after all these years?

“Give it to him, Alberti,” J.T. ordered. “You’ve caused your daughter enough grief in her life. What are you waiting for?”

“I am sorry, Christina,” Marcus muttered. “I didn’t mean to involve you. I never thought you would come to Italy.” He fingered the diamond in his hand and then lifted it to toss to Evan.

Christina watched the necklace leave her father’s hand. Everything moved in slow motion. The yellow diamond streaked through the air. Evan’s body tensed as he raised his hand to catch it.

It was her moment, she realized. Evan was so close to her, and all his attention was focused on the diamond. It was possible that the gun pointing at her head would go off, but it was a chance she had to take. She couldn’t let Evan win. She couldn’t let anyone else get hurt. God only knew what he would do once he had the diamond.

She threw her body as hard as she could at Evan’s knee. He stumbled and the gun discharged before it flew across the floor. She waited for a searing pain that didn’t come.

J.T. tackled Evan. They struggled for the gun in J.T.’s hand.

Her father came to her aid, ripping the tape off her mouth. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Untie my hands,” she said, keeping her gaze on J.T. and Evan as they battled for the gun. They shoved and pushed, ramming each other into the wall. They were evenly matched in size, height, and determination. They moved closer to one of the open arches in the tower, their struggle so intense neither one could see what was coming.

Christina screamed at J.T., “Watch out!”

“Get her out of here,” J.T. yelled at Marcus. “Keep her safe.”

“Help him,” she told her dad. “I can do this.”

“I have to get you away,” Marcus said. Her father went to work on the rope binding her legs. Their hands clashed as she tried to help him with the knots. When she was free she jumped to her feet. She stumbled, her legs cramping from the position she’d been in. Her father tried to pull her out of the tower, but she couldn’t go. She couldn’t leave J.T. She had to find a way to help him. Evan’s gun was on the floor where he’d dropped it. She scrambled to get it.