Rapture in Death (In Death #4)(98)

“Eve.” He came to her, gathered her close. “I’m not. And you did get here. I won’t leave you.” He pressed his lips to her hair when she buried her face against his shoulder. “It’s over now.”

She knew she’d replay that endless run, the panic and the helpless grief, a thousand times in her dreams. “It’s not. There’ll be a full investigation, not just of Reeanna, but of your company, the people who worked with her on the project.”

“I can stand it.” He tipped her head back. “The company’s clean. I promise. I won’t cause you any official embarrassment, Lieutenant, by being arrested.”

She took the handkerchief he pressed into her hand, blew her nose. “Be hell for my career, being married to a con.”

“Be easy on that account. Why did she do it?”

“Because she could. That’s what she said. She enjoyed the power, the control.” Briskly, she rubbed her cheeks dry with the heels of her hands, hands that were nearly steady now. “She had big plans for me.” The shudder was hard but brief. “Kind of a pet, I imagine. Like William. Her little trained dog. And with you dead, she figured I’d inherit all your goodies. You’re not going to do that to me, are you?”

“What, die?”

“Leave me all this stuff.”

He laughed, kissed her. “Only you would be annoyed by that.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “She had a unit for you.”

“Yeah, we didn’t get around to testing it out. Feeney’s down there now. I’d better let him know what happened.”

“We’ll have to go down. She disengaged the ‘link, which is why I was on my way to you when you jumped me. I was worried when I couldn’t get through.”

“It’s tough.” She touched his face. “Caring.”

“I can live with it. You’ll want to go into the station, I imagine, to clean this up tonight.”

“It’s procedure. I’ve got a corpse — and four deaths to close.”

“I’ll take you, after you’ve been to the health center.”

“I’m not going to the health center.”

“Yes, you are.”

Peabody rapped on the door, opened it. “Excuse me, the MTs are here. They need to be cleared through security.”

“I’ll take care of it. Have them meet us in Dr. Ott’s office, would you, Peabody? They can examine Eve there before I take her in for full treatment.”

“I said I’m not going in for a treatment.”

“I heard you.” He pressed a control on his desk. “Clear the medics through, please. Peabody, are you carrying restraints?”

“They’re standard issue.”

“I wonder if you might loan them to me so I can restrain your lieutenant until I deliver her to the nearest medical facility.”

“Just try it, pal, and see who needs a doctor.”

Peabody gnawed manfully on the inside of her cheek. A smirk at the moment wouldn’t please her lieutenant. “I sympathize with your problem, Roarke, but am unable to comply. I need the job.”

“Never mind, Peabody.” He scooped an arm around Eve’s waist, taking her weight as she limped toward the door. “I’m sure I can find a substitute.”

“I’ve got a report to file, work to finish. I’ve got a dead body to transport.” Eve scowled at him as he called for the elevator. “I don’t have time for an exam.”

“I heard you,” he repeated and simply picked her up bodily and carried her into the elevator. “Peabody, tell those MTs to come armed. She’s liable to make a run for it.”

“Put me down, you idiot. I’m not going.” She was laughing as the doors closed on them.

The End