Vengeance in Death (In Death #6)(40)

“Yes, sir, but this is ice.” His voice quivered. “This is a goddamn glacier. How many simultaneous tasks will it perform?”

“It’s capable of three hundred simultaneous functions.” Roarke wandered over, more to prevent McNab from playing with his equipment than to give a tour. “I’ve had it up to nearly that without any glitches.”

“What a time to be alive. Your R and D division must be paradise.”

“You can put in an application,” Eve said dryly. “Since if you don’t get your ass in there and deal with my unit, you won’t have one in EDD.”

“I’m going. You really ought to talk her into upgrading her home unit,” he told Roarke. “And that thing she works on at Central. It’s a supreme junker.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled as McNab sauntered out. “Interesting associates you have, Lieutenant.”

“If Feeney doesn’t get back soon, I’m going to shoot myself. I’m going to keep an eye on him.”

“Peabody,” Roarke said quietly before she could follow Eve out. “A moment.” He stepped closer, satisfied when he heard Eve arguing with McNab in the adjoining room. “I’m in your debt.”

She looked him straight in the eye. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The lieutenant, and the department, is grateful for your assistance in our investigation.”

Touched, Roarke took her hand, brought it to his lips. “Peabody, you are a jewel.”

She flushed, and her stomach fluttered pleasantly. “Yeah, well, ah… you were an only child, right?”

“Yes.”

“Figures. I’d better go keep Dallas from pounding on McNab. Doesn’t look good on interdepartmental memos.”

She’d barely turned when Eve’s ‘link beeped — one long, two short.

“Okay.” McNab began to toy with controls on a small, portable trace unit. “That’s coming into your downtown office — bypassing main control. It’s him, yeah, it’s him. She’s jammed solid.”

“Unjam it,” Eve snapped. “Fast.” She reached for the ‘link. “Block video,” she ordered. “Homicide. Dallas.”

“You were quick.” The voice flowed out, a hint of charm, a wealth of amusement. “Dear old Shawn wasn’t even cold when you found him. I’m so impressed.”

“I’ll be quicker next time.”

“If God wills it. I’m enjoying the competition, Lieutenant. And I’m coming to admire your strength of purpose. So much so that I’ve already begun the next stage. Are you up for the challenge?”

“Why don’t you play with me directly. Take me on, ass**le, and let’s see who wins.”

“I follow the plan given me by a higher power.”

“It’s just a sick game to you. God has nothing to do with it.”

“I am the chosen.” He took a long breath. “I hoped you would see, I’ve wanted you to see, but your eyes are blinded to that because you’ve accepted worldly acclaim and responsibilities over the spiritual.”

She stared holes into McNab as he muttered under his breath and finessed dials. “Funny, I didn’t see anything spiritual in the way you slaughtered those two men. I’ve got one for you. From Romans, chapter two verse three. ‘Do you suppose, O man, that when you judge those who do such things and yet do them yourself, you will escape the judgment of God?”’

“You would dare use His word against me? I am the angel of His justice, and the sword of His fury. Born and bred to deliver His verdict. Why do you refuse to see, to acknowledge?”

“I see exactly what you are.”

“One day you’ll kneel before me and weep tears of blood. You’ll know the grief and despair only a woman can know.”

Eve glanced at McNab, who was hunched over his equipment and swearing under his breath. “You think you can get to Roarke? You overestimate yourself. He’ll flick you off like a gnat. We’ve already had some good laughs over it.”

“I can rip out his heart any time I please.” The voice had changed. There was fury in it but the fury was nearly a whine.

“Prove it — he’ll meet you. Name the spot.”

There was silence for a long moment. “You think you can draw me out that way? Another Eve offering forbidden fruit? I’m not the sheep but the shepherd. I have accepted the task, I hold the staff.”

The voice wasn’t quite controlled. No, Eve thought, it was fighting for control. Temper and ego. Those were her keys inside him.

“I think you’re too much of a coward to risk it. You’re a sick, pathetic coward who probably can’t get it up unless he uses both hands.”

“Bitch, cop whore. I know what women of your kind do to a man. ‘For a harlot may be hired for a loaf of bread, but an adulteress stalks a man’s very life.’ “

“I’m getting something,” McNab whispered. “I’m getting it. Keep him talking.”

“I wasn’t offering you sex. I don’t think you’d be very good at it.”

“The harlot did. She offered her honor for her life. But God ordered her execution. His will be done.”

He has another one was all Eve could think. She may already be too late. “You’re boring me, pal. Your riddles are boring me. Why don’t we just go to the main match, you and me, and see what shakes down?”