“It looks like Renard was involved with some very industrious people from Columbia.”

Caleb’s hands slapped together. “That would explain it. Those Colombians like their guns, but they know how to slit a throat.” Stef found himself looking to Nate and Zane for confirmation.

They both nodded in agreement.

“That’s excellent news,” Nate said.

Zane sat back. “That’s a load off my mind.” The other three men seemed very satisfied by the news that Jen was involved with someone who had a Colombian drug lord after him. “And this is good why?”

There was a little laugh from the Dallas end of the phone.

“Because it means it’s over, Mr. Talbot. The police here are theorizing that Renard stole the painting himself to pay for his coke habit. They found a kilo in his apartment. Apparently his supplier thought he was scamming and took care of the situation. The police believe that he tried to convince them Ms. Waters had the painting, and they killed him when they couldn’t find it. That painting is probably on its way to Bogota as we speak.”

Stef felt an enormous weight lift off his shoulders. “And the charges against her?”

“Well, I might have a solution to that as well,” Taylor said smoothly. “Renard was never the one who pressed charges. He convinced the owner of the painting that Jennifer had taken it. Given the evidence he managed to manufacture, it isn’t any wonder the owner believed him. I happen to know this couple, and they are big collectors of contemporary art. I think a simple explanation, a donation to the college where they endow a chair, and a Talbot original might go a long way to getting them to drop the charges. I think the charges will be dropped anyway, but this would speed up the process.”

“Done.” Stef didn’t hesitate for a second. The faster he got Jennifer out of this mess, the faster they could move on with their lives. “Set up the deal. Let me know when it’s done.” After a moment of wrap-up, Stef shut the connection down. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was done. She was safe. The charges would be dropped.

There wasn’t any reason she shouldn’t go back to Dallas.

The rolling sensation in his gut was back.

“Poor guy, he’s got it bad,” Zane said to his partner, a smirk on his face.

Caleb looked between the two men. “Stef has a thing for the brunette? Is that why he wanted me to give her the full House treatment?”

They were worse than gossipy old women. “I asked you to check out Jennifer because she’s been through a traumatic experience. She was in prison, for god’s sake.”

Nate snickered. “Yep, he’s got it bad.” Stef chose to ignore him. “Is she all right? I know you couldn’t have gotten the blood tests back yet, but does she seem to be okay?”

“Oh, she wouldn’t let me touch her. I think she’s fine.” Caleb leaned against the wall, a frown on his face.

“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to know.”

“Yeah, you don’t pay me all that much, anyway. Look, the girl didn’t want to get examined. She wanted some lunch. It’s a good sign that she has a healthy appetite. I wouldn’t worry about it. If she starts showing signs of stress, give me a call.” Stef shook it off. At least she was safe under his roof. Though not for long. “Gentlemen, I hope you can keep this conversation between the four of us. Nothing has been settled yet. Until the charges are dropped, Jennifer is still technically under my custody.”

“He’s afraid she’ll bolt,” Zane said.

Stef really wished he’d punched the asshole harder. “Are you going to keep quiet or not?”

“Sure,” he replied. “It would make Callie sad if she left. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“I’m quiet as the grave,” Nate offered.

They all looked back at the doctor. “I don’t care enough to say anything.”

“Excellent.” The day was looking up. She was here. She was safe.

Now he had to figure out what the hell that meant, but he had time to do it now. Of course, Jen wasn’t his only problem. His second problem walked through the door. Sebastian Talbot wore a worried expression, his hands full of objects Stef immediately recognized.

“Stefan, I went out to inspect the guesthouse. It’s not drafty at all, but there is a problem. What on earth have you gotten yourself into? I don’t know what half these things are. Are you aware that you have a large cross attached to the wall out there? What are all those hooks for?”

Stef felt his head start to pound.

His father dropped the plethora of sex toys he held in his hands onto the desk. “Is this some strange art thing?” He picked up a large plastic plug. “It’s not your best work, son.”

“Sir, that’s an anal plug,” the doctor in the room offered in the same no-nonsense tone he used to explain chicken pox to worried mothers. “It’s a sex toy, and a rather large one. You might want to start with something a little smaller. And you should make sure you use plenty of lubricant before you use that.” His father went white. Nate and Zane laughed like loons.

Stef let his head hit the desk and prayed the room would open up and swallow him whole.

* * *

“So, are you fellas here for the Winter Festival?” Alexei looked up at the innkeeper. He wore a small badge that proclaimed him to be named Gene. He seemed to be the owner of the Bliss Movie Motel. It was on the outskirts of a sleepy little mountain town. What he’d seen so far was lovely. Still, he wasn’t here to take in the scenery. He was here to get the painting and then use it to get close to Pushkin. Then he would most likely be dead. No, he shouldn’t waste his time on scenery no matter how lovely it was.

Ivan shoved an elbow in his side. “He called this winter. That is very funny.”

Gene smiled at them, his face completely open. “Wow. Now that is cool. Where are you fellas from? You gotta tell me.” He pointed to a globe behind the desk. It was covered in pushpins. “See, I have this globe so I can keep track of all the places the people who stay with us come from. It’s a small world, really.” Ivan snorted. Alexei knew he would see this Gene’s little globe as childish. And yet Alexei found himself staring at that globe. All of those brightly colored pins represented another person who had come to this town from far-off places. Places he would never see.

And his brother hadn’t seen them either, would never see them because Pushkin killed him. That was what mattered.

“We are be coming from Belarus,” he heard himself saying.

“That is just neat,” Gene commented as he pulled out a purple pin and stuck it in Belarus. “We don’t get many people from your part of the world. What’s it like there?”

“It stink of fish,” Ivan said, giving Alexei a dirty stare. Ivan hated Belarus. It was why Alexei had chosen it.

“Oh,” Gene said. He looked from man to man, his eyes narrowing as though he was finally understanding something was off.

Alexei couldn’t have that happen. He gave the man a broad smile.

“Forgive my brother. He is, how you say, a pooper on parties. We are very happy to be in this country. So beautiful.” He leaned in and gestured back toward Ivan the Sour. “His last girlfriend leave him for fisherman. He has the women’s troubles. You must forgive him.” Ivan growled behind him, but played along.

Gene was back to smiling. He laughed loudly. “I understand that, but, son, it’s woman trouble. He’s got woman trouble. The other way makes it sound likes he’s menstruating.” Alexei nodded, though he had no idea what menstruating meant.

He would have to look it up. If it meant Ivan was difficult and cranky, then it was another word to describe him. “So what is this Winter Festival?”

Gene slid a pair of keys across the table. “Oh, it’s one of the best times of the year. It’s a week of skiing and snowboarding, and there’s a supper at the end of the week and a drawing with all kinds of stuff you can win. The Rep Theater is doing a revue with singing. It’s just a lot of fun. It’s why you’re darn lucky I had a room left. Things fill up quick around this time of year. Here’s a schedule of events. Don’t miss the ice sculpting. We have a guy who carves these gorgeous sculptures with a chain saw. And he’s real careful, too. After he lost his pinky last year, he’s much more careful.”

“This sounds fun,” Alexei said. It sounded like an excellent cover.

With all the citizens of the town mixing with a bunch of tourists, they wouldn’t stand out. Perhaps he could get what he needed without killing the girl. The last thing he wanted was more blood on his hands.

Gene pushed a packet toward him. “Here’s a map of the town.

And a little welcome package. It’s got some fudge from the Trading Post and a menu from Stella’s and a coupon for Trio. Oh, and don’t forget, every night I’m running some great movies. The Drive-In is normally closed this time of year, but I run some movies for the festival. Folks like to huddle under blankets and watch the show. It’s real fun. Just open your window and you can see the screen. Tune the radio to the setting in the instructions for the sound. And first bag of popcorn’s on me.”

Ivan huffed and picked up the keys. Alexei said good-bye to Gene and followed him outside. The snow was falling lightly, giving the entire world a gauzy feel. Mountains surrounded the valley on three sides. Somehow the sky seemed bigger here than it did at home. He stared at the mountains in the distance.

“This is not winter,” Ivan complained in Russian. “This is a light spring breeze where I come from.”

Since Ivan came from a dunghill close to the Arctic Circle, he was probably right.

“Why are we checking into this place?” Ivan asked. “We should walk back in there, put a gun to the innkeeper’s head, and make him tell us where this girl is.”