AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“For the murder of Bryna Bankhead, the attempted murder of Moniqua Cline, and accessory in the murder of Grace Lutz.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What are you doing?” When he tried to buck she simply held her weapon to his head. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Lieutenant Eve Dallas. Remember it. I’m your goddamn fate. My name is Dallas, Lieutenant Eve,” she repeated because her gorge wanted to rise into her throat. “And I’ve stopped you.”
So what? a voice whispered in her ear. Her father’s voice. Another’s coming. Another always is.
For an instant, just an instant, her finger twitched on her weapon. Tempted.
She heard the voices behind and above her—the alarmed buzzing of civilians, the clipped orders from her team. And she felt Roarke there, just there at her side.
Rising, she dragged Kevin up. “Looks like this wasn’t such a fucking picnic after all. You have the right to remain silent,” she began.
She escorted him to transport herself. She needed to. He wasn’t remaining silent. Instead he babbled about mistaken identity, miscarriages of justice, and his influential family.
He wasn’t yet babbling for his lawyer, but he would. Eve was sure of it. She’d be lucky to have fifteen minutes in Interview with him before his terror and shock settled back into calculation.
“I’ve got to go in, get started on him right away.”
“Eve—”
She shook her head at Roarke. “I’m all right. I’m okay.” But she wasn’t. There were drums banging inside her skull. In defense she dragged off the wig, scooped her hand through her hair. “I’ve got to get this crap off me. They should be finished booking him by the time I get back to normal.”
“Trina’s going to meet you at Central, give you a hand with it.”
“Good. I guess. I’ll see you at home.”
“I’m coming in with you.”
“There’s no point—”
“In discussing it,” he finished. Nor in telling her he was going to administer the next round of meds Summerset had given him. “Why don’t I drive you? We’ll get there faster.”
It took forty minutes to get back into her own skin. Eve could only think Roarke had said something to Trina. The woman didn’t utter a single complaint about dismantling her masterpiece so soon, nor did she launch into a lecture on face and body maintenance.
When Eve was blissfully rinsing her face in cold water, Trina shuffled her feet. “I helped do something really important, right?”
Face dripping, Eve turned her head. “Yeah, you did. We couldn’t have brought this down today without you.”
“Gives me a rush.” She blushed. “Guess you get that a lot. You going to go squeeze his balls now?”
“Yeah, I’m going to go squeeze his balls.”
“Give them an extra twist for me.” She opened the door, surprised at seeing Roarke walk into the bathroom. Trina tapped the sign on the door. “You definitely ain’t no woman, sweet buns.” With a wink, she headed out.
“She’s right, you definitely ain’t no woman. Even at Central, we have certain standards of behavior, and guys don’t come into the women’s toilet facilities.”
“I thought you’d prefer a little privacy for this.” He took a packet, pills, and the dreaded pressure syringe out of the small bag he carried.
“What?” She backed up. “Stay away from me, you sadist.”
“Eve, you need your next dose.”
“I do not.”
“Tell me—look at me—tell me you don’t have a massive headache, in addition to body aches, and that your own sweet buns aren’t starting to drag. Lying to me,” he continued before she could speak, “is just going to piss me off enough so I gain twisted pleasure in forcing the meds on you. Which we both know from experience I can do.”
She gauged the distance to the door. She’d never make it. “I don’t want the shot.”
