Divided in Death (In Death #18)(91)

"Your brain doesn't appear to have been unduly scrambled." He rose, wandered to the window. "Why didn't you tell me you'd been called to the Tower?"

"We're straddling a line here," she said after a moment. "I don't like it, I don't like feeling... apart from you. But that's the reality of it."

"So it seems."

"Someone tried to kill me today. Will you hunt them down?"

He didn't turn. "It's entirely different, Eve. I've had to... adjust myself when it comes to your work, what you do, what may be done to you. I love you, and loving you I have to accept that you are what you are, and do what you do. It costs me."

He turned now, looked at her with those wild blue eyes. "Considerably."

"It was your choice. It was always your choice."

"As if I had one, from the minute I saw you. What you face now, I can accept, and admire you for facing it. What you faced then, what was forced on you when you had no defense, I can't accept."

"It won't change anything."

"That's a matter of perspective. Does it change anything to put a killer in a cage after his victim's in the ground? You believe it does, and so do I. And debating this now is only going to push us both further over on our own sides of that line. We both have work."

"Yeah, we both have work." She got to her feet. She would stand, she thought. Had to. Even if she couldn't stand with him.

"Before we were so rudely interrupted, Sparrow told me that Bissel was a double agent. The HSO was using him to get intel from Doomsday. Giving them structured intel in return for payment. It was a long con. They wrapped Ewing up in it due to her position at Securecomp. They wanted a handle on your technology and projects, and most particularly in recent months, whatever they could get on your Code Red. They want, and apparently seriously want, to scoop you on the shield."

"I suppose the idea of the private sector having that kind of technology irritates them. Using Bissel was sensible. He plays all ends-using Reva to gain data on Securecomp, posing as the greedy turncoat to gain knowledge of Doomsday."

"His brother was blackmailing him over the extramaritals. But that suited their purposes. Sparrow claims they don't know where Carter Bissel is. He might be telling the truth, but I'm not buying little brother as your standard blackmailer. No reason to corrupt his personal units, no reason for him to disappear or be disappeared. Doesn't jibe."

"He who can play turncoat can actually be one."

She smiled. "There you go."

***

She hated to admit it but the blocker helped. Even so the thin cotton pants and loose T-shirt felt heavy on her abused body. When Peabody took one look at her and winced, Eve decided she probably looked worse than she felt.

"You don't look like you can hit me at the moment," Peabody began, "so I'm going to ask. Don't you think you should be in the hospital?"

"Don't let appearances deceive you. No, I shouldn't be in the hospital, and yes, I can still hit you. Bring me up on Powell."

"Single full-contact, full-power shot with hand laser, as evaled on scene. Time of death, ten-fifteen yesterday morning. No forced entry. CSU believes a master was used, Powell's ID, his vehicle code, his employee pass were all missing from the premises. He'd made no transmissions from his home 'link since the previous afternoon when he ordered pizza from a local place. But he did receive one at just after eight A.M. on the morning of his death. The caller cut transmission after Powell answered, groggily. We traced it to a public 'link at a subway station three blocks away from the scene. Conclusion: The killer verified Powell was home, and in bed. Gave him enough time to fall back to sleep, then entered the premises and killed him."

"Sweepers?"

"Only the prelim, but they haven't identified any prints other than the victim's, no DNA, no trace. But I do have a neighbor, Mrs. Lance, who was coming back home from the deli. She saw a man coming out of the building at about ten-thirty. Description matches the one Sibresky gave us of this Angelo."

"How about the artist's rendering? We got that?"

"Working on it. When I checked I was told Sibresky isn't being particularly cooperative or open-minded. I promised the artist a backstage pass to the next Mavis Freestone concert in the city if he got us something this afternoon."

"Good bribe. I'm so proud."

"I had an excellent trainer."

"Suck up later. Have you been in to see McNab?"

Peabody pokered up. "I only stopped by the lab to check on the progress of their work."

"Yeah, and to give his bony ass a pat."

"Unfortunately, he was sitting on said bony ass at the time of my visit, so I was unable to complete that part of my mission."

"Because, despite all my efforts, the image of that bony ass is starting to form in my fevered mind, tell me about the rest of the mission. How's it going in there?"

Peabody wanted to ask why Eve hadn't been in to see for herself, but from the snags of tension around her and Roarke, she thought she knew.

"Well, there's a lot of techno-talk, some pretty creative cursing. I like how Roarke says 'bugger.' Tokimoto stays iced, and Reva's like a woman on a religious quest. McNab's in heaven, hacking away. But what tipped me was Feeney. There's this gleam in his eyes. I think they're getting close."