Warming up, he leaned forward. "It can scan, triangulate, and scope through six inches of steel with a range of five hundred yards. Driscol nearly wet his pants."
"We can leave out Driscol"s bladder problems," Eve said dryly. "Is the equipment developed enough for use?"
"They haven"t done the fine tuning, but yeah. It"s more sensitive and powerful than anything we have available through NYPSD. Roarke put a round- the- clock in manufacturing. We can have four of them, maybe five, by tomorrow."
"Anne, will that be enough?"
"If the units are as sensitive as Driscol reported -- and I"m pretty sure he did wet his pants -- it"ll go a long way. I"ve had teams doing scans on arenas and sports complexes all day. We haven"t found anything, but it"s slow work. I"m short of men with so many a.s.signed to the Plaza site."
"Our problem is time," Eve put in. "If Ca.s.sandra sticks to the timetable used by the Apollo group, we"ve got a couple of days. But we can"t count on that.
At this point, we"ve got everything in place we can have in place. I suggest everyone go home, try to get a decent night"s sleep, and be ready to kick back into gear in the morning."
Peabody and McNab sprang up immediately, making Eve eye them balefully.
"Bladder problems?" "I... I need to call my brother," Peabody said.
"Me, too. I mean..." McNab laughed nervously. "I"ve got a call to make."
"Just remember, you"re on call until this is over." She shook her head as they hurried out. "What"s with those two lately?" "I didn"t see anything, I don"t know anything." Feeney got to his feet. "That warrant comes through, I"ll arrange the tap." "See what anything?" she demanded, but he was already heading out. "Something"s weird around here."
"We"re all wired." Anne got to her feet. "And, oh joy, it"s my turn to put dinner on the table. See you in the morning, Dallas." "Yeah." Absently, Eve picked up her jacket, and alone, turned to study the boards one last time.
McNab"s apartment was three blocks away. They took it at a fast clip with the wind directly in their faces and the beginnings of an icy rain p.r.i.c.king their skin.
"Here"s how it"s going to be," Peabody began. She had to take control from the get-go, she"d decided, to avoid any chance of disaster. "I"ve got a pretty good idea how it"s going to be." Once they were far enough away from Central, he patted a hand on her b.u.t.t.
"This is a one-time deal." Though she liked his hand where it was, she knocked it aside. "We go to your place, we do it, and it"s done. Then that"s it, that"s all. We get back to the way things were."
"Fine." At that point, he"d have agreed to strip naked and walk on his hands through Times Square just to get her out of that uniform. "I"m calling my brother." She pulled her palm-link out of her pocket. "To tell him I"ll be a little late."
"Tell him you"ll be a lot late." With that suggestion, he bit her ear and pulled her into the skinny lobby of his building.
Heat washed through her, nearly as annoying as it was arousing. "He"s not home yet. Keep out of range, will you? I don"t want my brother knowing I"m stopping off for a bounce on a bony EDD guy."
Grinning, McNab stepped back. "You"ve got a real strong romantic streak, She-Body."
"Shut up. Zeke," she continued when her "link clicked to message. "I"m running a little late. Guess you are, too. I should be home in an hour..." She trailed off as, still grinning, McNab held up two fingers.
"Or so. We"ll go out to this club I think you"ll like, if you"re up for it. I"ll call back when I"m on my way home."
She tucked the "link away as they stepped into the creaky elevator. "Let"s make this quick, McNab. I don"t want him wondering where I am." "Okay.
Then let"s get started right now." He grabbed her, had her up against the wall and his mouth fused on hers before she could squeak. "Hey, wait." Her eyes crossed when his teeth closed over the cord in her neck. "Is this a secured elevator?"
"I"m EDD." He had fast hands and they were busy dragging open the b.u.t.tons of her overcoat. "Would I live in an unsecured building?" "Then cut it out. Wait.
This isn"t even legal."
He could feel her heart thudding, feel the frantic beat of it under his hand.
"Screw it." He turned, jabbed the controls to stop the car between floors.
"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?"
"We"re about to live out one of my top ten fantasies." From his pocket he took a mini-tool kit, and went to work on the security panel.
"In here? In here!" Just the thought of it had the blood swimming wildly in her head. "Do you know how many city ordinances you"re breaking?"
"We"ll arrest each other after." G.o.d, his hands weren"t steady. Who"d have thought it? But he grunted in satisfaction when the light on the security camera overhead went blank. He deactivated the alarm system, tossed the tools in the corner, and swung around to her.
"McNab, this is insane."
"I know." He jerked his coat off, flung it aside. "I like it."
He grabbed her again, grinned. "I thought you would."
Ice slicked the streets and sidewalks by the time Zeke finished fighting traffic and arrived at the Branson townhouse. It fell in thin, bitter needles and shimmered in the streetlights.
He thought of the baking heat of home, the strong, clean sunlight. And of how Clarissa would heal there.
She answered the door herself. Her face was pale and showed the ravages of tears. Her hand shook, just a little, as she reached for his. "You took so long."
"I"m sorry." She"d left her hair down, in a soft wave he wanted to press his face against. "This weather"s slowed everything down. I don"t know how anyone lives here."
"I don"t want to. Not anymore." She closed the door, leaned back against it.
"I"m scared, Zeke, and I"m so tired of being scared."
"You don"t have to be anymore." Gently, swamped with love, he framed her face in his hands. "No one"s going to hurt you again. I"ll take care of you." "I know." She closed her eyes. "I think I knew, the minute I met you, that my life was going to change." She lifted her hands to his wrists. "You"re cold. Come in by the fire."
"I want to take you out of here, Clarissa."
"Yes, and I... I"m ready to go." Still, she walked into the parlor, close to the fire, shivering a little. "I packed a bag. It"s upstairs. I don"t even remember what I put in it." She drew a breath, leaned back into him when Zeke laid his hands on her shoulders. "I left a note for B. D. When he gets home tomorrow and reads it... I don"t know what he"ll do, Zeke. I don"t know what he"s capable of, and I"m afraid of what I"ve done by putting you between us."
"I want to be between you." He turned her to face him, his eyes quietly intense on hers. "I want to help you." She pressed her lips together. "Because you feel sorry for me."
"Because I love you."
Tears glistened in her eyes again, shimmering like dew on wild violets. "I love you, Zeke. It seems impossible, incredible that I could feel like this. But I do.
It"s as if I"d been waiting for you." Her arms slipped around his waist, her mouth tilted toward his. "As if I could get through anything, survive anything, because I had to wait for you."
His mouth moved softly over hers, to soothe and to promise. When she laid her head against his heart, he drew her closer and simply held her. "I"ll get your bag." He brushed his lips over her hair. "And we"ll go away from here." "Yes." She looked up at him, smiled. "Yes, we"ll go away from here. Hurry, Zeke." "Get your coat. It"s cold."
He walked out, up the steps. Now his heart began to pound. She was going with him. She loved him. And it was a miracle. He found the suitcase on the bed, saw the envelope addressed to her husband propped on the pillow.
That had taken courage, he thought. One day she"d understand how much courage she had inside her. He was halfway down the steps again when he heard her scream.
Propped in a corner of the elevator, mostly naked, Peabody struggled for air.
McNab had his face buried against her throat with his breath whistling like her mother"s old teakettle.
They"d pulled, tugged, and torn at each other"s clothes, bit, groped, and bruised each other"s flesh. Then had finished the job exactly where they stood.
It had been, Peabody admitted as her brain began to engage again, the most incredible experience of her life. "Jesus." His lips formed the word against her throat and had her pulse picking up speed again. "Jesus, Peabody."
He didn"t think he could move if she"d stuck a stunner in his ear. Her body -- oh my G.o.d -- her body was amazing: ripe and lush, the kind a man could just sink into. If he could manage to get them both horizontal, he wanted to do just that. Maybe drown there.
She had her arms locked around him. Couldn"t quite make herself let go.
Just as she couldn"t quite remember what they"d done or how they"d managed it. The last ten minutes were a whirling blur, a s.e.xual haze. A quick walk through insanity.
"We"ve got to get out of here."
"Yeah." But he nuzzled at her neck another moment in a gesture she found scary and sweet. Then he stepped back, blinked, and stared at her. His gaze skimmed down, up, then made the trip again. "G.o.d, you look great."
She knew it was ridiculous. Her bra was hanging off one shoulder by one strap. She still had one uniform sock and shoe on, with her trousers caught on the ankle. She wasn"t sure where her panties were, but thought they"d probably been torn to pieces.
And the two dozen ab crunches she suffered through every day still hadn"t flattened her belly.
Despite it, she felt the sly feminine thrill slide up her spine at the approval in his voice and the heat in his eyes. "You look okay, too."
He was thin, she could nearly count his ribs, and his stomach was flat as a board. Normally, that would have annoyed her. But just now, looking at him, seeing his long blond hair tousled, and the gooseb.u.mps starting to pop out on his skin from the chill in the elevator, she found herself grinning.
He grinned back. "I"m not done yet." "Good. Neither am I."
Zeke raced down the stairs with Clarissa"s suitcase tumbling after him. He burst into the parlor to see her sprawled on the floor, one hand holding her cheek. Through her splayed fingers an ugly red mark stood out against her skin.
B, Donald Branson stood over her, swaying, eyes glazed and furious. "Where the h.e.l.l do you think you"re going?" He s.n.a.t.c.hed her coat from the floor, swung at her with it. "I didn"t tell you to leave the house. You think you can sneak out while I"m away, you b.i.t.c.h?"