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"I'm not counting on it." She made one last call, to Mira.
"Question," she began as soon as Mira's face came on-screen. "Given the tone of the demands, the fact that those demands have not been met. Adding on that the targets were not destroyed and loss of life was kept minimal, will Cassandra contact me again to play guess what's next?"
"Doubtful. You haven't won the battles, but neither have you lost. Their goals have not been accomplished, while yours have come closer to the mark in each instance. According to your report, which I've just finished reading, you believe they are now aware of your line of investigation. Aware that you know their identities and their pattern."
"And their response to that would be…?"
"Anger, a need to win. A desire to thumb a total victory under your nose. I don't believe they'll feel compelled to issue any sort of warning or jeer the next time. The rules of war, Eve, are, there are no rules."
"Agreed. I have a favor to ask."
Mira tried to hide her surprise. Eve rarely asked for anything. "Of course."
"Zeke's been informed of the setup, Clarissa's part in it."
"I see. This will be difficult for him."
"Yeah, he's not taking it well. I've got him at my place. Mavis is with him, but I think he could use some counseling. If you've got time for a house call."
"I'll make time."
"Thanks."
"Are unnecessary," Mira said. "Good-bye, Eve."
Satisfied, Eve ended the call, and glanced over to see that they'd arrived at the Branson townhouse. Peabody had already parked. "Let's get started." Then she saw that Peabody was clutching the wheel, and tears were swimming in her eyes. "Don't even think about doing that," Eve snapped. "Dry it up."
"I don't know how to thank you. For thinking of him. After he acted that way, with all that's going on, for thinking of him."
"I'm thinking of me." Eve shoved her door open. "I can't afford to have my aide's concentration split because she's worried about a family member."
"Right." Knowing better, Peabody sniffled as she got out of the car. But she'd blinked her eyes clear. "You have my full attention, sir."
"Let's keep it that way." Eve disarmed the police seal and entered the house. "The droids have been deactivated and taken into holding." But she hitched back her jacket so her weapon was in easy reach. "The place should be empty, but we're dealing with people with solid tech and electronic skills. They could have gotten through the seal. I want you on alert while we're in here, Peabody."
"Full alert, sir."
"We'll start with the offices."
Branson's was masculine, distinguished, in burgundy and green with dark wood, leather chairs, heavy crystal. Eve stopped in the doorway, shook her head.
"No, she's the force, she's the one who's driving this train." Her mind was clear again, achingly so. "I shouldn't have wasted time at his plant. She's the button here."
She strode across the hall and into the feminine grace of Clarissa's office. Sitting room, Eve decided it would have been called, with its rose and ivory tones, its dainty chairs with pastel cushions. There were pretty little vases lining the marble mantel, each with tiny flowers tucked in. The flowers were faded and dying and added a sick scent over the fragile fragrance of the air.
There was a day bed with a white swan painted on the cushions, lamps with tinted shades, curtains of lace.
Eve walked to the small desk with long curved legs and studied the small-scale communication and data unit.
The disc collection proved to be filled with fashion and shopping programs, a smatter of novels—heavy on romance—and a daily journal that spoke of household matters, more shopping, lunch dates, and social events.
"Got to be more." Eve stepped back. "Roll up your sleeves, Peabody. Let's take this creepy little room apart."
"I think it's kind of pretty."
"Anybody who lives with this much pink has to be insane."
They went through drawers, searched under and behind them. The small closet held more office supplies and a filmy robe. Again pink.
