EVE SHUFFLED1 INTO THE SHOWER AS ROARKE was drying off from his. Her voice was rusty2 when she ordered the jets on, and her eyes felt as if someone had coated a thin adhesive3 inside her lids during the night.
The hot blast helped, but she knew it was going to take considerably4 more to get all engines firing. She considered the departmentally approved energy pill, then opted6 to hold that in reserve. It would boost her, no question, and it would leave her feeling overwired and jumpy all day.
She’d stick with caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine.
When she came out, Roarke was wearing trousers. Just trousers, she noted—all bare-chested, bare-footed, with all that gorgeous black hair still a little damp from the shower.
There were other things that gave the system a good jolt7, and he was certainly top of her personal list.
And when he crossed to her, offering a mug of black coffee, her love knew no bounds.
The sound she made was as much in appreciation8 of him as that first life-giving gulp9.
“Thanks.”
“Food’s next. We didn’t quite make it through dinner, and you’re not going through the day on coffee and attitude.”
“I like my attitude.” But she went to the closet, pulled out what looked warm and comfortable. “How come you can look sexy and rested after a couple hours’ sleep, and I feel like my brain’s been used for Arena10 Ball practice?”
“Enormous strength of will and lucky metabolism11.” He selected a shirt, slipped it on, but didn’t bother to button it. He studied her as she pulled on stone gray trousers. “I could order up an energy drink.”
“No. They always have a crappy aftertaste and make me feel like my eyes are crossing and uncrossing. Weirds12 me.” She pulled on a long-sleeved white tee, dragged a black sweater over it. “I’m just going to—”
She stopped, frowned at the knock on the bedroom door. “Who else in their right mind would be up at this hour?”
“Let’s find out.” Roarke walked to the door, and opened it to Mavis and Belle13.
“I saw the light under the door.”
“Is something wrong with the baby?” Roarke asked. “Is she sick?”
“Bella? No, she’s trip T’s—Totally Tip-Top. Just needed her morning change and snuggle. But I peeked14 out, saw the light. Okay if we come in a minute?”
“Of course. I was just about to deal with breakfast. Would you like something?”
“No, just too early for me to fuel up. Well, maybe some juice. Papaya maybe?”
“Have a seat.”
“Everything okay?” Eve asked her.
“Yeah, well, you know. When Belle sent out the morning call, I just didn’t want to cuddle in. Restless.”
Mavis stood, in red-and-white–striped pajamas15 Summerset must have unearthed16 from somewhere. They were too big for her, and way too conservative.
They made her look, to Eve’s eyes, tiny and fragile.
“Everything’s fine, going to be fine. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“I guess I just wanted to see if you were okay, and if there was something I could do.”
“It’s under control.” Since Mavis was standing17, swaying gently side to side in a way that was making Eve vaguely18 seasick19, Eve gestured to a chair in the sitting area. “Sit down.”
“I was thinking Trina and I could look over the appointment books, and maybe we could try to find the hair enhancement.” Mavis shrugged20. “And Trina was telling me she thinks the guy was using one of a couple of product lines—face and body creams and lotions21. I could maybe track down where they’re available, and—I don’t know. Maybe it would help.”
“Maybe it would.”
Roarke set down a tall glass of juice, some fresh fruit, and a basket of muffins. Mavis glanced at them, then up at Roarke. “If I wasn’t gone squared over my huggie bear, I’d fight Dallas for you.”
“I’d squash you like a bug,” Eve told her.
“Yeah, but you’d limp awhile after. Would it be all right if we stayed here—Belle and me—until…Leonardo’s going to be back this afternoon. I thought—”
“You can stay as long as you like,” Roarke told her as he brought over two plates from the AutoChef.
“Thanks. He’s just worried. He started thinking what if Belle and I had been with Trina, and this guy had made a move on her. I know it’s fetched, but you have a kid and you start winding23 through the crazed meadow.”
“All meadows are crazed,” Eve commented. “You and Belle relax and hang.”
On cue, Belle began to fuss and whimper. Mavis shifted, smoothly24 unbuttoning the pajama top. “I thought maybe if Trina was finished before—”
“Sure, sure.” Instinctively25 Eve averted26 her eyes, grabbed her coffee. “I’ll have her brought back here when she’s done. No problem.”
“Mag. Big relief. So—”
“Oh, well then.” Roarke pushed to his feet as Mavis’s breast popped out and Belle’s eager mouth popped on. “I’ll just…” Go anywhere else.
His reaction had Mavis’s face clearing, and her laughter bubbling. “She wants her breakfast, too. Mostly everyone’s seen my boobies before.”
“And, as I believe I’ve said, they’re absolutely charming. I wonder if I shouldn’t—”
“No, sit.” Giggling27 now, Mavis picked up the juice, rose, easily balancing the glass and the baby at her breast. “You’ll get used to it before long, but right now, we’ll go on back. Usually we both want a little nap after breakfast. If I find anything on the hair enhancement, the products, I’ll tag you.”
“Do that.”
When they were alone again, Roarke stared down at his plate. “Why do you suppose I chose this morning to want my eggs sunny-side up?”
“They do look like a pair of nice, shiny yellow breasts.” Grinning, Eve plucked up a piece of bacon. “And Mavis has been known to paint hers yellow on occasion.”
“Every time she feeds the baby, I feel so…rude.”
“I thought it was freaked.”
“A bit of that, but more intrusive28. It seems so intimate.”
“I’d say we’re both going to have to get over it. We’ve got to get moving. Eat your boobies.”
T hey separated at Central, Eve leading Trina through to where Yancy would work on the composite.
“You know, if cops put more thought and creativity into fashion and grooming29, it might improve public relations.”
Eve hopped31 on an up glide32 and watched a trio she recognized from Illegals troop onto a down. Stubbled faces, scarred shoes, and a sag33 at the side of each jacket where the sidearm rested.
They looked fine to her.
“Yeah, we’re putting together a seminar on that. Defensive34 Fashion.”
“That’s not out there,” Trina insisted. “Clothes can be like a defense35, or an offense—”
“Tell me.”
“Or a statement or a reflection. Yours say you’re not only in charge but more than willing to kick ass22.”
“My pants say I’m in charge?” Eve didn’t need Mira’s various degrees to recognize babbling36 nerves.
“The whole deal. Dark colors, but not somber37. Good fabrics38, clean lines. Could power things up now and again, strong reds or greens, sharp blues39.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You should wear sunshades.”
“I lose them.”
“Well, stop. What are you, twelve? Sunshades would totally complete the package. Is this going to take long? Do you think this is going to take long? What if I can’t do it? What if I get it wrong? What if—”
“Stop. What are you, twelve?” At Trina’s nervous laugh, Eve stepped off the glide. “It takes as long as it takes. You need to stop, you stop. Yancy’s the best I’ve got, best I’ve worked with. And if you get it wrong we’ll just toss you in a cage for a few hours, until you get it right.”
“You’re rocking on this.”
“Some.” She pushed through doors.
Yancy was already there, setting up at his workstation. He rose, shot out his quick, easy smile. “Lieutenant40.”
“Detective. Appreciate you coming in early for this.”
“No big. Trina?” He offered a hand. “How you doing?”
“A little tipped, I guess. I never did this before.”
“Just relax. I’ll steer41 you through it. How about something to drink? Something cold?”
“Uh, maybe. Maybe like a lemon fizz? Diet.”
“I’ll get that for you. Just have a seat.”
Trina watched him walk out. “Whoa, daddy. He’s a yummy one.”
“You’re not here to nibble42 on him.”
“He’s got to go off-duty sometime.” Trina craned her neck to get a better view of Yancy’s ass before he rounded the corner. “Did you ever bump with that?”
“No. Jesus, Trina.”
“Bet that was your loss. Build like that, I bet he can hammer it all night.”
“Thank you. Thanks so much for putting that into my head. It’ll certainly enhance my working relationship with Detective Yancy.”
“I’d like to enhance his working relationship.” Trina blew out a breath. “Hey, thinking about sex makes me feel not so nervous. Good to know. Plus, it won’t be a hardship to work with Detective Hot Ass.”
“Don’t screw around.” Eve raked a hand through her hair as Yancy came back with Trina’s drink and one for himself. “You know how to reach me,” she told him.
“Yep. Trina and I…” He sent Trina a wink44. “We’ll get this guy’s face for you. So, Trina, how long have you been in the business of beauty?”
Eve knew that was the way he worked, getting the witness to relax, talking small, easing them in. She fought back the need to tell him to push it, and simply stepped back. Walked away.
She had enough time to get to her office, organize the data—and her own thoughts—for the briefing. Pull in Peabody, Eve mused45, as she aimed for Homicide. Get said data set up.
Do the briefing, then move out for the stupid, annoying morning media briefing. She needed to run the probabilities on herself as a target, work in some time during the day to discuss that with Mira. But she needed to get out in the field, needed to be out on the streets.
If this bastard46 was watching her, she might spot the tag.
She beelined for her office, then pulled up short when she saw Feeney sitting in her visitor’s chair, brooding over a mug of her coffee.
He got to his feet. Worse for wear, she thought. That’s how he looked, a hell of a lot worse for wear. Her back went up even as her stomach churned.
His eyes, baggy47 and shadowed, stayed on hers. “Got a minute?”
“Yeah.” She stepped in, closed the door. And for once wished her office was bigger. There wasn’t enough room for them to maneuver48 around each other, she thought, or to give each other enough space for whatever was coming.
Then it popped out of her, simply popped out without thought or plan. “I want to apologize for—”
“Stop.” He tossed it out so quickly her head nearly snapped back as from a blow. “Just stop right there. Bad enough, this is bad enough without that. I was off. Out of line. You’re primary of this investigation49, and you’re heading up this task force. I was off, questioning you and your authority. And I was out of line with what I said to you. So.” He paused, took a good slug of coffee. “That’s it.”
“That’s it,” she repeated. “That’s how it’s going to be?”
“It’s your call on how it’s going to be. You want me off the team, you got cause. You got my notes, and I’ll get you a replacement50.”
At that moment she wished he had popped her one instead of handed her these hurtful insults. “Why would you say that to me? Why would you think I’d want you off?”
“In your shoes, I’d think about it. Seriously.”
“Bullshit. That’s bullshit.” She didn’t kick her desk. Instead she kicked the desk chair, sending it careening into the visitor’s chair, then bouncing off to slam against the wall. “And you’re not in my shoes. Stupid son of a bitch.”
His droopy eyes went huge. “What did you say to me?”
“You heard me. You’re too tight-assed, too stubborn, too stupid to put your hurt feelings aside and do the job with me, you’re going to have to get the fuck over it. I can’t afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that. You know that, so don’t come in here and tell me I’ve got cause to boot you.”
“You’re the one who’s going to get a boot, right straight up your ass.”
“You couldn’t take me ten years ago,” she shot back, “you sure as hell can’t take me now.”
“Want to test that out, kid?”
“You want a round, you got one. When this case is closed. And if you’re still carrying that stick up your ass, I’ll yank it out and knock you cold with it. What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Her voice broke, just a little, making them both miserable51. “You come in here, stiff and snarly53, and won’t even let me apologize. You start spouting54 off, won’t even let me apologize for fucking up.”
“You didn’t, goddamn it. I fucked up.”
“Great. Fine. We’re a couple of fuckups.”
He sank down in the chair as if the wind had gone out of him. “Maybe we are, but I got more years at it than you.”
“Now you want to pull rank on fuckup status? Great. Fine,” she repeated. “You get the salute55. Feel better?”
“No, I don’t feel any goddamn better.” He let out a tired sigh that smothered56 the leading edge of her temper.
“What do you want, Feeney? What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to listen. I let it eat at me. This one got away from me and I let it eat at me. Taught you, didn’t I, that you can’t get them all, and you can’t beat yourself up when you can’t put the pieces together, not when you gave it your best.”
“Yeah, you taught me.”
“Didn’t listen to myself this time. And that bile just kept rising up out of my belly57 into my throat over it.” His lips tightened58 as he shook his head. “You find a fresh angle, and instead of jumping on that, grabbing hold and pushing on that, I jump on you. Part of me’s thinking, ‘Did I miss that? Did I miss that before, and did all those women die hard because I did?’”
“You know better than that, Feeney. And yeah, I get knowing better isn’t always enough. How good was I nine years ago?”
“That wasn’t the question. How good was I?”
He drank again, then looked up at her. “You were the best I ever worked with, even then.”
“And I worked that case with you, minute by minute, step by step. We didn’t miss it, Feeney. It wasn’t there. The evidence, the statements, the pattern. If he got them that way, or some of them that way, the evidence wasn’t there to show us.”
“I spent a lot of time yesterday going over the files. I know what you’re saying. What I’m saying is that’s the reason I jumped on you.”
He thought of what his wife had said the night before. That he’d railed at Dallas because she was his family. That she’d let him rail because he was her family. Nobody, according to his Sheila, beat each other up as regularly or as thoughtlessly as family.
“Didn’t like you telling me I needed a break either,” he muttered. “Basically telling me I needed a damn nap, like somebody’s grandfather.”
“You are somebody’s grandfather.”
His eyes flashed at her, but there was some amusement in the heat. “Watch your step, kid.”
“I should’ve run the new angle by you before the briefing. No, I should have,” she insisted when he shook his head. “Like you should’ve known I would have if everything hadn’t been moving so fast. There’s nobody on the job, nobody with a badge I respect more than you.”
It took him a moment to clear his throat. “Same goes. I got one more thing, then this is closed.” He rose again. “I didn’t put you here. You never were a rookie,” he told her in a voice roughened with emotion. “So I saw good, solid cop the minute I laid eyes on you. I gave you a hell of a foundation, kid, a lot of seasoning and pushed you hard because I knew you could take it. But I didn’t put you here, and saying that, well, that was stupid. You put yourself here. And I’m proud. So that’s it.”
She only nodded. Neither of them would handle it well if she blubbered.
As he went out, he gave her two awkward pats on the shoulder, then closed the door behind him.
She had to stand where she was a minute until she was sure she had herself under control. After a few steadying breaths she turned, started to sit at her desk. Someone knocked on the door.
“What?” She wanted to snarl52, then did just that when Nadine poked60 a head in. “Media conference at nine.”
“I know. Are you okay?”
“Peachy. Go away.”
Nadine just sidled in, shut the door at her back. “I came by a little while ago, and…well, let’s say overheard a few choice words in raised voices. The reporter in me fought with the reasonably well-mannered individual. It was a pitched battle, and did take a couple of minutes. Then I wandered off until I thought the coast was clear. So again, are you okay?”
“That was a private conversation.”
“You shouldn’t have private conversations in public facilities at the top of your lungs.”
Point well taken, Eve was forced to admit. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Just something we had to work out.”
“It made me think it might be interesting to do a segment on tension in the workplace, and how cops handle it.”
“You’re going to want to leave this one alone.”
“This particular one, yes. Price of friendship.”
“If that’s all—”
“It’s not. I know you didn’t think much of the Romanian psychic61, but—”
“Actually, there may have been a nugget there. Got another?”
“Really? I expect to be fully62 filled in on that. And, yes, I may just.” In her slim-skirted suit the color of raspberry jam, Nadine managed to ease a hip43 down on the corner of Eve’s desk.
“Bolivia,” she began. “We’ve been digging through the tabloids63. You’d be surprised what nuggets can be found there that you cops disdain64.”
“Yeah, those alien babies are a menace to society.”
“A classic for a reason. But we found an interesting story about the Moor65 of Venice.”
“Last time I checked, Venice was in Italy.”
“No, Othello—Shakespeare? And Verdi. Othello was this black dude, important guy, married to a gorgeous white women—mixed race marriages were not common back then in…whenever the hell it was.”
“Nine years ago?”
“No.” Nadine laughed. “More like centuries. Anyway, Othello ends up being manipulated by this other guy into believing his wife’s been cheating on him. Othello strangles her. And ends up in song and story.”
“I’m not following this, Nadine.”
“Just giving you some background. There was a big costume ball at the opera house in—”
“Opera?”
“Yeah.” Nadine’s eyes narrowed. “That means something.”
“Just keep going.”
“A woman in La Paz claimed she was attacked by a guy dressed like Othello. Black mask, cape66, gloves. Claimed he tried to drag her off, tried to rape67 her. Since she didn’t have a mark on her, and witnesses stated that she was seen chatting amiably68 with a guy in that costume earlier in the evening, and she was skunk69 drunk when she started shrieking70, her claims were dismissed by the police. But the tabs played it up. She was thirty-one, brunette, and the alleged71 incident occurred between the discovery of the second and third bodies. Had The Groom30 tried to claim another bride? Was the Moor of Venice seeking Desdemona? She played it up, too.”
Nadine shifted on the desk. “Or maybe she was giving some of it straight. She claimed he spoke72 exceptional Spanish, but with an American accent, was knowledgeable73 about music and literature, and was well-traveled. Now, with a little more research we learned she was a party girl—and that several were peppered through the guests to…entertain.”
“An LC?” Eve pursed her lips thoughtfully. “He hasn’t targeted any pros74. Doesn’t fit his profile.”
“The party girls at functions like this don’t advertise. They’re frosting.”
“Okay, so it’s possible he didn’t make her as a pro5.”
“Exactly, and you can read between the lines and assume she smelled money and played it up with this guy. He suggested they go out for some air, which they did. Then that they go for a drive—which she couldn’t do or lose her event fee. In any case, she said she started feeling off—dizzy, woozy. She also claimed she hadn’t been drinking, which, of course, she had. But I’m betting she knew her limit when she was working, and they mistook drugged for skunk drunk.”
“Could be.” Eve nodded. “Yeah, that could be.”
“When she realized he was leading her away from the opera house, she resisted. Here’s where I think she embellished75 or there would have been marks, tears, something. Figure when she started to struggle, to scream, he cut his losses. She tears back to the party. He slides off.”
“You gotta have more than that.”
“Yeah, I do. The third victim was a waitress, worked for the caterer76 who did this party. She worked the party. And a week later, she’s dead. So—”
“He cherry-picks potentials at the event,” Eve concluded. “Weeds it down to two. The first doesn’t work out for him. So he goes for the second. Where was she last seen?” Eve turned to boot up the file.
“Leaving her apartment four days before her body was found. She’d been scheduled to work that evening, called in sick. She wasn’t reported missing for two days because—”
“She’s the one who took an overnight bag, clothes. Good clothes.”
“Good memory. Yeah. It was assumed she’d gone off with some guy. Which, I guess she did. First woman said Othello had a voice like silk—soft and smooth. Wore heeled boots and a high headdress—compensating.”
“Short guy, we got that.”
Nadine’s brows lifted. “Oh, do you?”
“You’ll get everything when you get it. Anything else?”
“She said he talked about music—opera particularly—like it was a god. She said a lot of bullshit, actually. His eyes were burning red, his hands like steel as they closed around her throat. Blah, blah. But there was one more interesting thing that sounded true. She said she asked about his work, and he said he studied life and death. In a twisted way, that could be what he’s doing, or thinks he’s doing.”
“Okay. That’s okay.”
“Worth any inside info?”
“I leak anything at this point, it’s my ass. Don’t bother with the media briefing. Send a drone. When I’m clear, you’ll get it all.”
“Off the record. Are you close?”
“Off the record. I’m getting closer.”
S ince the two conversations had eaten away her prep time, Eve just gathered everything up. She’d organize on the fly. Lining77 it up in her head, she headed out, reminding herself there was now—courtesy of Roarke—decent coffee in the conference room.
She glanced over at raised voices, saw one of her detectives and a couple of uniforms dwarfed78 by a man about the size of the vending79 machine they’d gathered in front of.
“I want to see my brother!” the giant shouted. “Now!”
Carmichael, generally unflappable in Eve’s estimation, kept her voice low and soothing80. “Now, Billy, we explained that your brother’s giving a statement. As soon as he’s done—”
“You’ve got him in a cage! You’re beating him up!”
“No, Billy. Jerry’s helping81 us. We’re trying to find the bad man who hurt his boss. Remember how somebody hurt Mr. Kolbecki?”
“They killed him dead. Now you’re going to kill Jerry. Where’s Jerry?”
“Let’s go sit over—”
Billy screamed his brother’s name loudly enough that cops stopped, turned, slipped out of doorways82.
Eve changed direction, headed toward the trouble. “Problem here?”
“Lieutenant.” The unflappable Carmichael sent Eve a look of utter frustration83. “Billy’s upset. Somebody killed the nice man he and his brother work for. We’re talking to Billy’s brother now. We’re just going to get Billy a nice drink before we talk to him, too. Mr. Kolbecki was your boss, too, right, Billy? You liked Mr. Kolbecki.”
“I sweep the floors and wash the windows. I can have a soda84 when I’m thirsty.”
“Yeah, Mr. Kolbecki let you have sodas85. This is Lieutenant Dallas. She’s my boss. So now I have to do my job, and we’re all going to sit down and—”
“You’d better not hurt my brother.” Going for the top of the authority ladder, Billy plucked Eve right off her feet, shook her like a rag doll. “You’ll be sorry if you hurt Jerry.”
Cops grabbed for stunners. Shouts rang in Eve’s ears as her bones knocked together. She judged her mark, estimated the ratio of his face and her fist. Then spared her knuckles86 and kicked him solidly in the balls.
She was airborne. She had a split second to think: Oh, shit.
She landed hard on her ass, skidded87, then her head rapped hard enough against a vending machine to have a few stars dancing in front of her eyes.
Warning! Warning! the machine announced.
As Eve reached for her weapon, someone took her arm. Roarke managed to block the fist aimed at his face before it landed. “Easy,” he soothed88. “He’s down. And how are you?”
“He rang my bell. Damn it.” She reached around, rubbed the back of her head as she glared at the huge man now sitting on the floor, holding his crotch and sobbing89. “Carmichael!”
“Sir.” Carmichael clipped over, leaving the uniforms to restrain Billy. “Lieutenant. Jesus, Dallas, I’m sorry about that. You okay?”
“What the fuck?”
“Vic was found by this guy and his brother this morning when they reported for work. Vic owned a little market on Washington. It appears the vic was attacked before closing last night, robbed and beaten to death. We brought the brothers in for questioning—we’re looking for the night guy. We don’t believe, at this time, the brothers here were involved, but that they may have pertinent90 information regarding the whereabouts of the night clerk.”
Carmichael blew out a breath. “This guy, Billy? He was fine coming in. Crying a little about the dead guy. He’s, you know, a little slow. The brother, Jerry, told him it was okay, to go on with us to get a drink, to talk to us. But he got worked up once we separated them. Man, Dallas, I never thought he’d go for you. You need an MT?”
“No, I don’t need a damn MT.” Eve shoved to her feet. “Take him into Observation. Let him see his brother’s not being beaten with our vast supply of rubber hoses and saps.”
“Yes, sir. Ah, you want us to slap Billy with assaulting an officer?”
“No. Forget it.” Eve walked over, crouched91 down in front of the sobbing man. “Hey, Billy. Look at me. You’re going to go see Jerry now.”
He sniffled, swiped at his runny nose with the back of his hand. “Now?”
“Yeah.”
“There was blood all over, and Mr. Kolbecki wouldn’t wake up. It made Jerry cry, and he said I couldn’t look, and couldn’t touch. Then they took Jerry away. He takes care of me, and I take care of him. You can’t take Jerry away. If somebody hurts him like Mr. Kolbecki—”
“Nobody’s going to do that. What kind of soda does Jerry like best?”
“He likes cream soda. Mr. Kolbecki lets us have cream sodas.”
“Why don’t you get one for Jerry out of the machine? This officer will take it to him, and you can watch through the window, see Jerry talking to the detective. Then you can talk to the detective.”
“I’m going to see Jerry now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” He smiled, sweet as a baby. “My nuts sure are sore.”
“I bet.”
She straightened, stepped back. Roarke had retrieved92 her disc bag, and the discs that had gone flying as she had. He held it out now. “You’re late for your briefing, Lieutenant.”
She snatched the bag, suppressed a smirk93. “Bite me.”
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