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“Peabody. Looks like you got here.”
“The transport was on time, no problem. Roarke, this place is seriously iced. I can’t believe I’m here. I really appreciate you getting me in, Dallas.”
She hadn’t arranged it as a favor, exactly. If she was going to suffer through a seminar, Eve had figured her aide should suffer, too. But from the look of things Peabody seemed to be bearing up.
“I came in with Feeney and his wife,” Peabody went on. “And Dr. Mira and her husband. Morris and Dickhead and Silas from Security, Leward from Anti-Crime—they’re all around somewhere. Some of the other guys from Central and the precincts. NYPSD is really well represented.”
“Great.” She could expect to get ragged on about her speech for weeks.
“We’re going to have a little reunion later in the Moonscape Lounge.”
“Reunion? We just saw each other yesterday.”
“On-planet.” Peabody’s lips, slicked deep red, threatened to pout. “This is different.”
Eve scowled at her aide’s fancy party dress. “You’re telling me.”
“Why don’t I get you ladies a drink? Wine, Eve? And Peabody?”
“I’m having an Awesome Orgasm. The drink, I mean, not, you know, personally.”
Amused, Roarke brushed a hand over her shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Boy, could he ever,” Peabody muttered as he walked away.
“Button it.” Eve scanned the room, separating cops from spouses, from techs, from consultants. She focused in on a large group gathered in the southeast corner of the ballroom. “What’s the deal there?”
“That’s the big wheel. Former Commander Douglas R. Skinner.” Peabody gestured with her glass, then took a long drink. “You ever meet him?”
“No. Heard about him plenty, though.”
“He’s a legend. I haven’t gotten a look yet because there’s been about a hundred people around him since I got here. I’ve read most of his books. The way he came through the Urban Wars, kept his own turf secure. He was wounded during the Atlanta Siege, but held the line. He’s a real hero.”
“Cops aren’t heroes, Peabody. We just do the job.”
2
Eve wasn’t interested in legends or heroes or retired cops who raked in enormous fees playing the lecture circuit or consulting. She was interested in finishing her one drink, putting in an appearance at the reception—and only because her own commander had ordered her to do so—then making herself scarce.
Tomorrow, she thought, was soon enough to get down to work. From the noise level of the crowd, everyone else thought so, too.
But it appeared the legend was interested in her.
She barely had the wineglass in her hand, was just calculating the least annoying route around the room, when someone tapped on her shoulder.
“Lieutenant Dallas.” A thin man with dark hair cut so short it looked like sandpaper glued to his scalp, nodded at her. “Bryson Hayes, Commander Skinner’s personal adjutant. The commander would very much like to meet you. If you’d come with me.”
“The commander,” she returned even as Hayes started to turn away, “looks pretty occupied at the moment. I’ll be around all week.”
After one slow blink, Hayes simply stared at her. “The commander would like to meet you now, Lieutenant. His schedule through the conference is very demanding.”
“Go on.” Peabody whispered it as she nudged Eve with her elbow. “Go on, Dallas.”
“We’d be delighted to meet with Commander Skinner.” Roarke solved the problem by setting his own drink aside, then taking both Eve’s and Peabody’s arms. It earned him an adoring-puppy look from Peabody and a narrow scowl from his wife.
Before Hayes could object or adjust, Roarke led both women across the ballroom.
“You’re just doing this to piss me off,” Eve commented.
