Vengeance in Death (In Death #6)(69)



Peabody and McNab were already out the door when he walked to the bed, leaned down close. “I think we’ll have to discuss this latest development, Lieutenant.”

She decided it was best to say nothing, and waited for him to go out and quietly close the door behind him. “He’s not going to understand,” she murmured, then looked over at Nadine. “Maybe you will.”

“Oh, I get it, Dallas. I get it. You want to move your investigation along, why not fake a statement to a credible on-air reporter. Just use her — after all, what does she matter? She doesn’t have any feelings. She’s just another idiot reading the news.”

“The statement wasn’t faked. It was what I wanted to say.” Eve set the breakfast tray aside. Doctor’s recommendation or not, she wasn’t going to have this confrontation while lounging in bed. “It was what I felt, and what, under most circumstances, I’d have kept to myself.”

She tossed the covers aside, got to her feet. Then realizing her legs weren’t quite ready to support her, she abandoned pride for dignity and sat on the edge of the bed.

“It was impulse. That’s not an excuse. I knew exactly what I was doing, and where you would go with it. But one thing, Nadine. It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t come after me with a camera.”

“That’s my f**king job.”

“Yeah, and it’s my f**king job to catch this guy. I’ve got lives on the line here, Nadine, and one of them may be Roarke’s. That means I’ll do anything it takes. Even use a friend.”

“You could have told me.”

“I could have. I didn’t.” Her head was starting to pound, so she rested it in her hands. Meds wearing off, she supposed. It was just as well. “You want me to tell you something in confidence, Nadine, I will. And where you go with it is your choice. I’m scared.” She moved her hands to cover her face, just for a moment. “I’m scared to the bone because I know the others are just layers. He’s working his way through them to get to the core. And the core is Roarke.”

Nadine stared. She’d never seen Eve really vulnerable. Hadn’t known she could be. But the woman sitting on the bed, her sleep shirt hiked on her thighs, her head in her hands, wasn’t a cop. Not then. She was just a woman.

“So, you wanted to make sure they had to go through you first.”

“That was the idea.”

A softened heart couldn’t hold anger. She sat on the bed beside Eve, draped an arm around her shoulders. “I guess I do understand. And I wish I wasn’t so damn jealous. I’ve scouted around a lot and never hunted up what you’ve got with Roarke.”

“I figure it doesn’t work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can’t do a damn thing about it.” She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, then sighed. “But I stepped over the line with you, and I’m sorry.”

“Jesus, you must have a big bruise on the brain if you’re apologizing to me.”

“Since there’s nobody else here, and I think you’re feeling sorry for me, I’ll tell you I feel like I’ve been run over by a fleet of airbuses.”

“Go back to bed, Dallas.”

“Can’t.” She scrubbed her hands over her face, hard, rolled her aching shoulders. “He’s still a step or two ahead, and I’m going to fix that.” When the thought occurred, she turned her head and studied Nadine. “But if some hotshot on-air reporter were to broadcast that Lieutenant Dallas’s injuries are serious, that she is recuperating at home and is expected to be laid up for a couple days…”

“You want me to lie to the public?” Nadine arched a brow.

“My injuries are pretty serious. Everybody’s been saying so until I want to deck them. And I am recuperating at home, aren’t I? You can see that for yourself.”

“And you will be laid up, as you put it, for a couple of days.”

“It already feels like a couple of days. It might buy me time, Nadine. He’ll want to wait until I’m on my feet again before he tries to take the next one out. He isn’t playing solo. He wants an opponent.” She shook her head. “No, he wants me. Particularly. I can’t play if I’m flat on my back and tranq’d.”

“I’ll do it.” She rose, looked down at Eve. “And let me tell you, Dallas, I wouldn’t be surprised if Roarke sees to it that you are flat on your back and tranq’d for the next few days.” Hitching her bag on her arm, Nadine smiled. “Anyway, I am glad you’re not dead.”

“Me, too.”

When Nadine left her, Eve managed to rise and make her way slowly into the shower. Bracing both hands against the tile, she ordered water, full force at one hundred degrees. Ten minutes later, she felt steadier, and by the time she was dressed, nearly normal.

But when she walked into her office, it took only one long stare from Roarke to have her inching back.

“I figured I’d just stretch out in the sleep chair. I feel pretty straight,” she hurried on when he said nothing. “I guess that stop at the hospital last night was a good move. I appreciate it.”

“Do you think you’ll get around me that way?”

“It was worth a shot.” She tried a smile, then let it go. “Look, I’m okay. And I need to do this.”

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