Immortal in Death (In Death #3)(6)

There was only one thing to do. Eve decked her.

“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.” Leonardo hunched his huge shoulders and wrung his ham-size hands.

CHAPTER TWO

“Did you have to hit her?”

Eve watched the woman’s eyes roll back, then roll forward. “Yeah.”

Leonardo set down his scanner and sighed. “She’s going to make my life a living hell.”

“My face, my face.” As she teetered back into full consciousness, Pandora scrambled up, patting her jaw. “Is it bruised? Does it show? I’ve got a session in an hour.”

Eve shrugged. “Tough luck.”

Jumping from mood to mood like a crazed gazelle, Pandora hissed through her teeth, “I’ll ruin you, bitch. You’ll never work on screen, on disc, and you sure as hell won’t get a runway job. Do you know who I am?”

Being naked under the circumstances just added to Eve’s mood. “Do you think I care?”

“What’s going on? Damn it, Dallas, he’s just trying to fit you — Oh.” Hurrying in with glasses in both hands, Mavis stopped dead. “Pandora.”

“You.” Obviously, Pandora’s supply of venom wasn’t running low. She sprang at Mavis, sending glasses crashing, tea flying. In seconds, the two women were wrestling on the floor and tearing at each other’s hair.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” If she’d had a stunner on her, Eve would have used it on the pair of them. “Break it up. Goddamn it, Leonardo, give me a hand here before they kill each other.” Eve dived in, pulling at arms and legs. She gave Pandora an extra elbow jab to the ribs for her own enjoyment. “I’ll haul you into a cage, I swear to God.” For lack of anything else, she sat on Pandora and tugged over her jeans to get her badge out of the pocket. “Take a good look, you idiot. I’m a cop. So far, you’ve got two counts of assault. Want to go for three?”

“Get your bony, naked ass off me.”

It wasn’t the order but the relative calm with which it was delivered that had Eve shifting. Pandora rose, brushed her hands meticulously down her black skin suit, sniffed, tossed her luxurious mane of flame-colored hair, then aimed a frigid glare with heavily lashed emerald eyes.

“So, one at a time’s not enough for you anymore, Leonardo. You scum.” Sculpted chin lifted, she cast a scornful look at Eve, then at Mavis. “Your appetite might be increasing, darling, but your taste is deteriorating.”

“Pandora.” Shaken, still wary of attack, Leonardo moistened his lips. “I said I can explain. Lieutenant Dallas is a client.”

She spit like a cobra. “Is that what you’re calling them now? You think you can just toss me aside like yesterday’s news, Leonardo? I say when it’s over.”

Limping a little, Mavis walked to Leonardo, slipped an arm around his waist. “He doesn’t need you or want you.”

“I don’t give a damn what he wants. But need?” Her full lips curved into a nasty smile. “He’ll have to tell you the facts of life, little girl. Without me, there won’t be any show next month for his second-rate clothes. And without a show, he’s not going to make any sales, and without sales, he won’t be able to pay for all that material, all that inventory, and that nice, fat loan he took from the leg breakers.”

She took a deep breath and studied the nails she’d chipped. Fury seemed to fit her as cleanly as her black skin suit. “This is going to cost you big time, Leonardo. I’ve got a busy calendar for the next couple of days, but I’m going to find a way to squeeze in some time to have a chat with your backers. What do you think they’ll say when I tell them I simply can’t lower my standards to walking the runway in your designs? Inferior as they are.”

“You can’t do that, Pandora.” Panic was in every word, a panic Eve was sure was for the glowing redhead like a fix for an addict. “It’ll ruin me. I’ve put everything into this show. Time, money — “

“Isn’t it a shame you didn’t think of that before you picked up this little piece of navel lint?” Pandora’s eyes narrowed into sharp slits. “I think I can manage to have lunch with a few of the money men by the end of the week. You’ve got a couple of days, darling, to decide how you want to play it. Get rid of the new toy, or pay the consequences. You know where to reach me.”

She went out with the exaggerated glide of a model, and punctuated the exit by slamming the door.

“Oh shit.” Leonardo sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands. “Her timing is perfect, as always.”

“Don’t. Don’t let her do this to you. To us.” Near tears, Mavis crouched down in front of him. “You can’t let her run your life anymore, or blackmail you — ” Inspired, Mavis sprang up. “It’s blackmail, isn’t it, Dallas? Go arrest her.”

Eve finished buttoning the shirt she’d pulled on. “Honey, I can’t arrest her for saying she’s not going to wear his clothes. I can go haul her in for assault, but she’d be out almost before I closed the door on her.”

“But it is blackmail. Everything Leonardo’s got is tied up in the show. He’ll lose everything without it.”

“I’m sorry. Really. It’s just not a police or security matter.” She dragged her hands through her hair. “Look, she was hot and pissed off. Hopped on something from the look of her eyes. Odds are she’ll calm down.”