EVE WENT STRAIGHT TO HER DESK, POINTED1 TO a chair. “Sit. Let’s get this down. Start with height, weight, build.”
“I thought you had that already.” Trina glanced around. She’d been in Eve’s office before, but not in eyewitness2 capacity. “How come you don’t fix this place up, like the rest of the house?”
“It’s not the rest of the house. Trina, concentrate.”
“I just wondered why you’d want to work in the low rent section of the Taj Mahal or whatever.”
“I’m a sentimental4 fool. Height.”
“Okay, ummm. On the short side. Under five-eight. More than five-four. See, I was sitting at the counter at the bar, and he stood, and…” She pursed her lips, used the flat of her hand to measure the air. “Yeah. Like five-six or-seven? That’s best guess.”
“Weight.”
“I don’t know. When I do bodywork, people are naked. I don’t gauge5 when they’ve got clothes on. I’m going to say he was, like, solid, but not the R-and-P type.”
“R-and-P?”
“Roly and poly. He was…” She curved her hands over her stomach, rolled them up her chest. “Carrying it in the front, like some guys do. Not a waddler6, but not Mr. Health and Fitness Club either. Poochy, like your uncle Carmine7.”
“If I had one. Okay. How about coloring?”
“He had this pewter brushback, thick on top and short on the sides. But that was the enhancer.”
“Dark gray, short and thick.”
“Dark gray’s dull, you ask me. Pewter’s got a soft gleam. But anyway, yeah. It was white when I saw him at the bar the other time. If it was him, which I pretty much think it was. Fluffy8 and white. Nice. Don’t know why he’d go for pewter when he has the Snow Cap going.”
“White hair. You’re saying that wasn’t a wig9.”
“It was a glimpse—a quick ‘Oh, hey, I know that guy.’ But yeah, at a glimpse it looked like his own topper. Not a hundred percent on that one.”
“Eyes?”
“Jeez. Look, Dallas, I don’t know for sure. I’m thinking light. On the light side, but I’m not sure if we’re talking blue or green or gray, hazel. But I’m almost sure they weren’t dark. You know, the hair enhancer looked off to me from the get, because it was dark, and the rest of him wasn’t. He had really good skin.”
“How so?”
“Pale, soft-looking. Some lines, sure, but not dug in. He takes care of his skin. No jowly stuff going on either, so he’s maybe had a little work. He had a nice smooth texture10 to his skin.”
“Pale,” Eve mumbled11. Pale hair, pale eyes, pale skin. A pale man. Maybe the Romanian psychic12 hadn’t been completely full of shit.
“Yeah, yeah. He colored his eyebrows13 to match the enhancer. It was off, just a little. Mostly you wouldn’t notice, but it’s my business to notice. White in the bar when I was figuring to give this guy I was drinking with the ride of his life.”
“You said he was a suit. Was that literal or just because he looked like a suit?”
“Both. He was wearing one—I think gray, like the hair and eyebrows. Probably. And he looked like the kind of guy who had a closetful of suits. Three-piece,” she added. “Yeah, yeah, vest, pants, jacket. Little pocket accent and tie. Spiffed, you know? Same in the bar. Dark suit. Nice contrast with the white hair.”
She paused, then rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s just really hitting me. I’d’ve taken the gig. If he’d tagged me back, I’d’ve taken it. Personal day, a nice chunk14 of change. No harm.”
Her breath trembled out as the color slid out of her cheeks. “He seemed so nice and…I want to say ‘safe.’ Some sweet older guy who wanted to do something special for his sick wife. I’d’ve charged him through the nose, but I’d have taken the job.”
“You didn’t take it,” Eve reminded her. “And he made a mistake trying for you. You pay attention, you notice details and you remember. Listen to me.”
She leaned forward because she could see it was, indeed, just hitting Trina. Not only had she lost color, she was beginning to shake a little. “Look at me and listen to what I’m telling you. He took someone today. Another one today. She’s got some time before he starts on her. He takes time. Are you hearing me?”
“Yeah.” Trina moistened her lips. “Yeah.”
“He made a mistake with you,” Eve repeated. “And what you’re telling me, what you’re going to do tomorrow with the police artist is going to help us get to him. You’re going to help us save her life, Trina. Maybe more than hers. You get that?”
Trina nodded. “Can I get some water, maybe? I just went so dry.”
“Sure. Hold on a minute.”
As Eve went into the kitchen, Roarke stepped into the room. “You’re doing fine,” he said to Trina.
“Got the shakes,” Trina admitted. “Whacked, really. Here I am in the Fortress15 of Roarke in the Chamber16 of Dallas. Can’t get any safer than that. And I’ve got the shakes. Mavis?”
“She’s contacting Leonardo. You’ll all stay here tonight, if that suits you.”
“Right down to the ground. Classy place like Bliss18. You just don’t expect crazy killers19 to come in for a manicure. You know?”
“This one likes to work with tidy nails,” Eve commented as she came back with a chilled bottle of water. “I’m going to need that appointment book,” she said to Roarke.
“I’ll see to it. And,” he told Trina, “I’ll make sure you’re covered for tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks.” She gulped20 down water. “Okay.”
Eve waited while Trina drank. “Tell me about his voice.”
“Um…Soft, I guess. Quiet. Um…Refined? I think that’s the word. Like somebody educated, and who had the money behind him for a really good one. Kind of culture but not poofy. It was another thing that made him seem nice and safe, now that I think about it.”
“Any accent?”
“Not really. I mean, educated, yeah. Not like an accent though.”
“Distinguishing marks, tats, scars.”
“Nope.” Her voice was steadying, her color coming back. “Not showing.”
“Okay.” It was enough, Eve thought. If she pushed too hard now, it could diminish what Yancy could draw out of Trina the next day. “Anything else you remember, you let me know. I’m going to need the names of everyone who was working the day he came in, who was working the counter where you talked to him, who might have tried to sell him anything in the retail21 section. I can get most of that from Roarke. I want you to try to get a good night’s sleep.”
“Yeah, so do I. I think I’ll go down and stick with Mavis and Belle22 for a little while, till I smooth it out a little more.”
“Summerset will show you where you’ll stay tonight. If you need anything,” Roarke added, “just ask.”
“Will do. This is so…complete.” Trina shook her head as she rose. “I’m just going to…” She started out, stopped. “He smelled good.”
“How?”
“Good product—and not smothered23 in it. Some people don’t know how to be subtle with a product. It was like…” She squeezed her eyes shut again. “Just a hint of rosemary, undertones of vanilla24. Nice.” She shrugged25, then continued out of the room.
“Major break.”
“For you.” Roarke walked over to sit on the corner of her desk. “And, I’d say, for Trina.”
“Yeah, being a hair-color slut paid off big-time for her. I need to get this description out. I want to run it through IRCCA. I don’t think we’ll hit there. I don’t think he’s been in the system, but it’s worth the shot. You need to work it with the results from the unregistered. See if you’ve got a competitor who fits the bill.”
“All right.”
“Skipped over Trina, went for York instead.”
“Christ. Don’t tell her that.”
Eve arrowed a glare at him. “Give me some credit.”
“Sorry. Of course. I’ll take another look at the real estate, focusing below Fiftieth. Check in when I’m done.”
“Good enough. Odds26 are shifting. Tide’s turning.”
“I believe you.” He reached out, rubbed a thumb along the shadows under her eye. “Try not to drink too much coffee.”
S he decided27 that trying didn’t mean she had to succeed. Besides, how much coffee was, in actuality, too much? She sent out the description, then keyed it into IRCCA.
She’d get countless28 hits with a description that general, and have to take a great deal of time to cull29 through them. But she couldn’t leave out the step.
She began to run various probabilities. The suspect lived, worked, had ties to downtown Manhattan. The suspect frequented shops, restaurants, businesses in that sector30 in order to scout31 out targets. The suspect used various enhancements to alter his appearance during his meets with potential victims.
She ran a search of public and private parking lots and garages downtown, then began to contact owners, managers, attendants on duty.
She fought her way through a search of buildings—still standing32 or subsequently razed33, that had housed bodies or had been used as clinics during the Urbans.
When it came through she read Newkirk’s report on the first canvass34 of Greenfeld’s apartment building.
Zip.
Still, she had to give Newkirk a nod for being thorough. She had names, addresses, and a detailed35 rundown of every conversation.
And thinking he may have come by it naturally, she flipped36 through her files and came up with Gil Newkirk’s contact number.
He answered swiftly, on full alert, and with a blocked video that reminded her, abruptly37, of the time.
“Officer Newkirk, Lieutenant38 Dallas. I apologize for disturbing you so late.”
“No problem, Lieutenant. One minute.”
She waited on blue-screen hold for thirty seconds less than that. Video popped on, and she saw a square-jawed, slightly grizzled version of the young cop she’d first met on scene. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m pursuing a new line, and should tell you beforehand that your son is a solid asset to the task force. You must be proud.”
“Every day,” he agreed. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
“I wonder if you can stretch your memory back, over your canvasses39 during the investigation40 nine years ago. I’m interested in a specific individual.”
She related the description.
“Nine years ago.”
“I know it’s a stretch. He may be carrying some extra weight now, and we may be looking for darker hair. But I think the white may be consistent. He may have lived or worked or had a business in the area of one or more of the incidents.”
“Talked to a lot of people back then, Lieutenant. And I wasn’t pulled in until the second murder. But if you’ll give me some time, I can look through my notes.”
“Your notes are as concise41 and detailed as your son’s reports?”
Gil grinned. “Taught him, didn’t I?”
“Then I’d appreciate any time you can give me on this. I’ll be at Central by oh-seven-hundred. You can reach me there, or any of my ’links, anytime. I’ll give you my contact numbers.”
He nodded. “Go ahead.” When he had them down, he nodded again. “I’ve been going over some of my notes anyway. Captain Feeney and I have had some conversations about this.”
“Yeah, I know. Feel free to contact him in lieu of me on this. Sorry to wake you.”
“Been a cop thirty-three years. Used to it.”
Another long shot, Eve thought when she ended transmission. But they were starting to pay off.
When Roarke walked in she had to struggle to focus. Her eyes wanted to give up. “Anything?”
“Nothing on the competitor search, nothing that fits cleanly.”
“How about messily?”
“A handful of men who somewhat fit the description who are, in some way, involved in the upper echelons42 of competitors. No real hits. And a portion of those are out of the country, or off planet. When I take them through the other locations and times, none of them coordinates43. I’ve gone down a few levels—supposing one of the lower-rung employees has a hard-on against me or my organization. I’m not finding anything there. And while I was running that, I realized that’s chasing the wild goose.”
“You gotta chase it to catch it.”
“Eve, it’s not my business. It’s not even me that’s the root. It’s you.”
She blinked twice. “I—”
“No, I can see it in your face.” Temper whipped out in the words. “You’re too damn tired to pull it off. This is no surprise to you. Goddamn it to bloody44 hell. You’ve had this in mind for some time now, and you’ve been fobbing me off with busywork.”
“Whoa. Wait.”
He simply strode over, lifted her right out of the chair. “You’ve no right. None. You knew or you believe that he’s using me because I’m connected to you. You, who connect to him, his first spree, the first investigation.”
“Ease off.”
“I damn well won’t.”
His wrath45, hot or cold, was dangerous at the best of times. Add emotional turmoil46 and brittle47 fatigue48 and it was deadly.
“You’d be a target. The biggest jewel in his bloody crown. You’ve had that in your head, and never said, never gave me the courtesy of telling me.”
“Don’t. I’ve had about enough of people telling me I didn’t give them courtesy. This is a murder investigation and I left my etiquette49 disc at the office. Ease off!”
He just drew her up until she was on her toes. “If I hadn’t been so guilty and distracted, thinking it was something I did, or was, or had that was causing him to take my people, I’d have come to this myself long before. You let me think it.”
“I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s you, but I did know—and boy are you proving it out—that if I told you this possibility, you’d go off.”
“So you lied to me.”
Her fury bloomed, so ripe and real at the accusation50 she had to fight, viciously, to stop herself from punching him. “I did not lie to you.”
“By omission51.” He dropped her back on her feet. “I thought we trusted each other more than this.”
“Fuck it. Just fuck it.” She sat down, pressed her hands to her head. “Maybe I’m screwing up, right, left, back, forth52. Feeney, you. I do trust you, and if I haven’t shown you that by now with every goddamn thing I have, I don’t know how else to do it.”
“Mentioning this bloody business might’ve done the job.”
“I needed to think it through. It never really occurred to me until Mira brought it up. And that was just today. I haven’t had time to think, goddamn it. I haven’t even run the probability yet.”
“Run it now.”
She dropped her hands, looked up at him. Her own temper had fizzled like a wet fuse, and all that was left were the soggy dregs.
“I can’t take it. You’ve got to know, however spineless it is, I can’t take it if you slap me back, too. I can’t take it from both of you in one day. I wasn’t trying to hurt either of you. I was just doing my job the best I know how. I wasn’t keeping this from you, I just hadn’t…assimilated it yet.”
“Or figured out how to use it, if your assimilation indicated it had merit.”
“Yes. If it has merit, I will use it. You know that if you know me.”
“I know that, yes.” He turned away, walked to her windows.
“There was a time I wouldn’t have had anyone to consult on a decision. There was a time,” she continued, “I wouldn’t have considered it necessary to take anyone’s thoughts or feelings into account in any decision I made. That’s not true anymore. When I’d thought it through, when I’d come up with ideas or options, I would have told you. I wouldn’t have moved forward without telling you.”
True enough, he told himself as he mastered his own fury and fear. That was all true enough, for both of them. And small, hard comfort.
“Still, you’ll move forward, if you believe you must, regardless of my thoughts and feelings.”
“Yes.”
He turned back. “I probably wouldn’t love you so much it all but chokes me if you were otherwise.”
She let out a breath. “I probably wouldn’t love you, et cetera, et cetera, if you didn’t understand I can’t be otherwise.”
“Well, then.”
“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard for you.”
“You do.” He crossed back. “Aye, you do, but you don’t understand the whole of it. How could you? Why should you?” He touched her cheek. “I wouldn’t have been so angry if it hadn’t taken me so bloody long to realize it wasn’t about me, but about you.”
“Not everything’s about you, ace3.”
He smiled, as she’d meant him to, but his eyes stayed intense. “We’ll talk through, thoroughly53, any plans you make to try to use this angle. To use yourself as bait.”
“Yes. My word on that.”
“All right, then. We need to go to bed. I’ll have my way on that, Lieutenant. It’s nearly two in the morning, and you’ll want to be up around five, I’d guess.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll catch some sleep.”
She walked with him, but couldn’t stop the ball he’d launched from bouncing around in her mind. “It was shuffling54 around in my head,” she began. “The idea of me being a target. A lot of information and supposition was shuffling around in my head.”
“As I’ve marched along with you on this one for the past two days and three nights, I have a good understanding of how much is crowded in your head on this.”
“Yeah, but see—God, I’m becoming a woman even before the words come out of my mouth.”
“Please, you must be stopped.”
“I’m serious.” Mildly embarrassed by it, she shoved her hands in her pockets. “The way women just nibble55 and gnaw56 at something, just can’t let it alone. Any minute I’m going to start wondering which color lip dye works best with my complexion57. Or my shoes.”
He laughed, shook his head. “I think we’re safe from that.”
“If I ever start going that way, put me down. Okay?”
“My pleasure.”
“But what I have to say, which is annoying, is that I don’t even know if it’s a viable58 angle. I’m not going to drop over to some guy’s house to plan a party for him or teach him the samba.”
“You often go to strangers’ houses to interview them or take statements.”
“Okay, yeah.” She pushed at her hair as they entered the bedroom. “But I’m rarely solo, and I’m logged, and Jesus, Roarke, I’m a cop. It wouldn’t be a snap for some old guy to get the drop on me.”
“Which makes you quite the challenge. That would be an added appeal.”
“And that’s shuffling around, too. But—”
“He might have targeted you instead of Ariel Greenfeld. If you’ve been in his sights the last few days—weeks, come to that—it could’ve been you he took today.”
“No, it couldn’t.” And this, she realized as she undressed, was why she was gnawing59 at this. He had to see, accept, and relax. “Think about it. I’ve barely had an hour alone in my own office since Friday night. Outside this house or Central, I’ve been with you or Peabody. Maybe you think he can get the drop on me, but is he going to get the drop on both of us, or on two cops?”
He stopped, studied her. The clenched60 fist in his gut61 relaxed fractionally. “You have a point. But you’re considering changing that.”
“Considering. If we go that route, and that’s still a major if, I’ll be wired, I’ll be protected. I’ll be armed.”
“I want a homing beacon62 on your vehicle.”
“There will be.”
“No, I want one on before we leave the grounds in the morning. I’ll see to it.”
Give and take, she reminded herself. Even when—maybe especially when—give and take was a pain in the ass17. “Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex.”
“We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I’ve had to reschedule my liaison63 with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days.”
“Blows,” Eve said as they slipped into bed.
“She certainly does.”
She snorted, jabbed her elbow back lightly as he drew her back against him. “Perv.”
“There you go, stirring me up when we need our sleep.” His fingers brushed lightly over her breast, trailed down her torso, teased, trailed lightly up again.
On a sigh, she laid her hand over his, encouraging the caress64. This was better, she thought, this was the way to end a long, hard day. Body to body, sliding away in the dark.
When his lips found the nape of her neck, she stretched like a lazy cat. “Sleep’s only one way to recharge.”
“So it seems. Just as it seems I can’t keep my hands off you.”
She felt him harden against her, and heat. “Funny place for a hand. You ought to see a doctor about that. It could…Oh.” She shuddered65, seemed to shimmer66 when he slipped into her.
“There’s a better place.” Now his hand glided67 down, pressed against her as he pleasured them both with long, slow strokes.
She went soft, breath catching68, body fluid as wine. His hands were free to touch, to take, to tease. Breasts, torso, belly69, that glorious heat where they joined.
He could feel every quiver and quake that passed through her even as she surrounded him.
She breathed out his name as she rolled up and over, rolled through the climax70. In the utter dark he knew all of her: body, heart, mind. Steeped in the moment, he murmured to her in the language of his shattered childhood. With her, he was complete.
So easy, so exquisite71 and simple, this merging72, this melding. No empty spaces when he was with her, no haunting images of blood and death. Just peace, she knew only peace and pleasure. Those hands, so skilled, so patient. The whispers she knew were love dipped from a deep and turbulent well.
Here she could be pliant73, here she could yield. So she rose up, and up, trembling as she clung, one moment, just one moment more to that breathless peak. Holding as she felt him climb with her, hold with her.
And so she slid down again, wrapped with him.
In the dark, she smiled, clutched his hand to bring it between her breasts. “Buenas noches, Pablo.”
“Bonne nuit, Vivien.”
She dropped, grinning, into sleep.
I t was a shame. A true shame. But he could do nothing more with Gia. Nothing in his research of her had indicated she would have a mind so easily broken. Honestly, he felt as if they’d barely begun, and now he had to end it.
He’d risen early, hoping against hope that she’d revived sometime in the night. He’d given her dopamine, tried lorazepam—which weren’t easy to come by, but he felt the trouble he’d gone to was necessary.
He’d tried electric shock, and that he could admit had been very interesting. But nothing—not music, not pain, not drugs, not the systemic jolts—had been able to reach in and find the lock to the door her mind had hidden behind.
After the truly rousing success with Sarifina, this was a crushing disappointment. But still, he reminded himself, it took two to make a partnership74.
“I don’t want you to blame yourself, Gia.” He laid her arms in the channels that ran the length of the table so the blood would drain. “Perhaps I rushed things with you, approached the process poorly. After all, we each have our own unique tolerance75 for pain, for stress, for fear. Our minds and bodies are built to withstand only so much. Now, it’s true,” he continued as he made the first cut on her wrist, “that training, exercise, diet, education can and do increase those levels. But I want you to know I understand you did your very best.”
When he’d opened the veins76 on her right wrist, he walked around the table, took her left. “I’ve enjoyed our time together, even though it was brief. It’s simply your time, that’s all. As my grandfather taught me, every living thing is merely a clock that begins winding77 down with the very first breath. It’s how we use that time that counts, isn’t it?”
When he was done, he moved away to wash and sterilize78 the scalpel, to scrub the blood off his hands. He dried them thoroughly under the warm air of his blower.
“Well now,” he said cheerfully, “we’ll have some music. I often play ‘Celeste Aida’ for my girls when it’s time for them to go. It’s exquisite. I know you’ll enjoy it.”
He ordered the aria79 and, as the music filled the room, sat, eyes dreamy, his memory stretching back decades, to her.
And watched the last moments of Gia Rossi’s life drain away.
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