"Accident or design?"
"Can"t tell. She"d have been rushed, nervous. It"s easy to wipe out old with new programming if you"re in a hurry." "Yeah. How many other servants in that place?"
McNab took out his notes. "Four."
"And n.o.body hears anything, sees anything?"
"Two in the kitchen at the time in question. Personal maid upstairs, groundskeeper tucked in his shed." "Tucked in his shed, in this weather?"
"They"re all droids. The Bransons had full droid staff. Top quality."
"Figures." She rubbed her tired eyes. She"d think about that later, go through those steps and stages later. First priority was to clear Zeke of any chance of formal charges.
"Okay, I"m going to hit Zeke again. Peabody in there with him?" "Yeah, and the lawyer. No way around running him through again?"
She dropped her hands and her eyes were cool. "We do this by the book. We f.u.c.king write the book with this one. Every step doc.u.mented. This"ll hit the media by morning. "Tool and Toy Tyc.o.o.n Killed by Wife"s Lover. Suspect is the brother of a police officer a.s.signed to Homicide. Investigation snagged. Body missing.""
"Okay, okay." He held up a hand. "I can see the picture."
"The only way to avoid that is to beat them to it. We prove self-defense, quick and clean. And we find the G.o.dd.a.m.n body. Tag the sweepers," she said as she swung toward the interview room. "If they haven"t finished yet, light a fire under them."
Peabody"s head came up the moment Eve walked in. Her hand continued to grip Zeke"s. On the other side of him was a lawyer she recognized as one of Roarke"s.
The woman in her was grateful, the cop furious. One more shadow on the case, she thought grimly. "Husband of investigating officer arranged for representation." Fabulous.
"Counselor." "Lieutenant."
Without a glance at Peabody, she sat, engaged the recorder, and got to work.
Thirty minutes later, when Eve walked out, Peabody was right on her heels.
"Lieutenant. Sir. Dallas." "I don"t have time to talk to you."
Peabody managed to skirt around Eve, face her. "Yes, you do."
"Fine." Braced for a battle, Eve pushed into the women"s room, marched to the sink, and ordered the water on cold. "Say it and let me get back to work."
"Thank you."
Off balance with the quiet words, Eve lifted her dripping face. "For what?"
"For taking care of Zeke."
Slowly, Eve turned off the tap, shook the excess water from her hands, and moved to the dryer. It ran with a nasty buzz and a chilly blow of air. "I"ve got a job to do here, Peabody. And if you"re thanking me for the lawyer, you"re off.
That"s Roarke, and I"m not happy about it."
"Let me thank you." She hadn"t expected it. She"d been prepared for anger, for accusations. "Why did you push him that way? Why did you keep trying to trip him up? How can you be so hard?"
And what she got was Peabody"s shaky grat.i.tude and unhappy eyes. Eve rubbed her hands over her face, closed her eyes. "G.o.d."
"I know why you were rough on him this round. I know how much stronger his story is because you were. I was afraid..." She had to suck in breaths, one at a time. "Once I got my head clear, I was afraid you"d give him room, go soft -- the way I would. But you hammered him. So, thanks."
"My pleasure." Eve let her hands drop. "He"s not going down for this. You can hold onto that." "I know. Because I"m holding onto you."
"Don"t do that." Eve bit off the words and turned away. "Don"t."
"I"ve got to get this out. My family"s the most important thing I"ve got. Just because I don"t live close doesn"t mean we aren"t close. After them comes the job." She sniffled, rubbed a hand impatiently under her nose. "You"re the job."
"No, I"m not."
"Yeah, you are, Dallas. You"re everything that"s right about the job. And you"re the best thing that"s happened to me since I picked up my badge. I"m holding onto you because I know I can."
Eve"s heart quivered. The backs of her eyes burned. "I don"t have time to stand here and get sloppy with you." She strode to the door, stopping briefly to tap a finger on Peabody"s chest. "Officer Peabody, you"re out of uniform."
As the door swung closed behind Eve, Peabody glanced down and saw the third b.u.t.ton on her uniform jacket was hanging by a thread. McNab, she realized, hadn"t quite torn it off.
"Oh h.e.l.l." She swore again, viciously, and ripped the b.u.t.ton free.
There was a manic dance troupe doing a foot-stomping jig inside Eve"s head.
She gave a pa.s.sing thought to rooting out a pain blocker. Then she walked into her office and saw Roarke.
He sat in her ratty chair in his elegant suit. His equally elegant overcoat hung on her ugly coat rack. His eyes were clear, his voice smooth and alert, as he conducted whatever kind of business a man like him conducted at eleven o"clock at night.
On principle, she rapped a fist against the supple Italian shoes currently making themselves at home on the top of her desk. She didn"t budge them, but she made her point.
"I"ll have to get back to you on the details." His gaze skimmed over Eve. His sharp eyes saw everything. The fatigue, the headache, the simmering emotions held ruthlessly in check. "I have a meeting."
He disconnected, lazily swung his feet to the floor. "Sit down, Lieutenant."
"This is my office. I give the orders here."
"Um-hmm." He rose to go to her AutoChef, and knowing she"d complain, programmed it for broth rather than coffee. "There was no point in your waiting."
"Of course not."
"You might as well go home. I"m not sure when I"ll get there. I"ll just bunk here." In a pig"s eye, Roarke thought, but simply turned and handed her the broth.
"I want coffee."
"You"re such a big girl now. You must know you can"t have everything you want." He moved past her to the door, shut it just as she bristled at him.
"What I don"t need, in here, is a smart mouth."
He winged up a brow. "Are you having yours removed? I"m so fond of it."
"I can have two gorillas in uniform in here in thirty seconds. It would make their night to toss you out on your excellent a.s.s."
He sat in her spare chair, stretched out his legs as far as the cramped room would allow, and studied her face. "Sit down, Eve, and drink your broth."
Because she caught herself, barely caught herself, before flinging the cup across the room, she did sit. "I just pounded on Zeke. For thirty minutes I beat him up the wall and down again. "You wanted to f.u.c.k another man"s wife.
So you killed him to get him out of the way. He was a rich man, wasn"t he?
She"ll be rich now. That oughta set you up just fine, Zeke. You get the woman, you get the money, and Branson gets a tasteful memorial service."
And that was before I got nasty." Roarke said nothing, simply waited her out. Eve picked up the broth. Her throat was raw, and it was better than nothing. "And when I finished hammering him, Peabody follows me into the John and thanks me for it. For Christ"s sake."
He rose because she"d dropped her throbbing head into her hands. But when his hands came down to rest on her shoulders, she tried to shrug them off.
"Don"t. I can"t take any more understanding tonight."
"That"s a pity." He lowered his lips to the top of her head. "You"ve been training Peabody for months now. Do you think she doesn"t know how your mind works?"
"Right now I don"t know how the h.e.l.l it works. She -- Clarissa -- she said he"d beaten her, raped her. Whenever he wanted. For years. Over and over for years."
Roarke"s fingers tightened on her shoulders before he controlled them, gentled them. "I"m sorry, Eve."
"I"ve heard it before, from witnesses, suspects, victims. I can handle it. I can deal with it. But every time, every G.o.dd.a.m.n time, it"s like a fist in the gut.
Right under the guard and into the gut. Every time."
For a moment, just a moment, she let herself lean back, into him, into the comfort. "I have to keep going here." She rose, moved away from him. "You shouldn"t have called in your spiffy lawyer, Roarke. It"s sticky. This whole deal is very, very sticky."
"She cried on my shoulder. St.u.r.dy, stalwart Peabody. Would you ask me to turn away from that?"