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Harder for her, Roarke knew, than facing down an armed psychopath. “I can reschedule some things, go with you. We can go see him now.”
The offer made her throat burn. He would do that. He would always do that. She had that. “I can’t. I have to get back, get all this down in the book, get the stunner to the lab. I need to fill Peabody in. And other stuff. I’m hoping I’ll have something more solid when I talk to Morris.”
She got as close to the big black tower that housed Roarke Industries as the madness of New York allowed. “Thanks.”
“Actions speak louder.” He cupped her neck, and leaning to her took her mouth in a kiss that made her swear she could see
little red hearts dancing over her head. “Take care of my cop.”
“I try to make a habit of it.”
“If only you did.” He stepped out, shot her a last look with those blue laser eyes, then strode down the sidewalk to the black spire he’d created.
She went by the lab first, hand-delivered the stunner. On her way to Homicide, she made a mental list of what had to be done. Get the Alex Ricker interview into the file, along with her impressions. Check, for her own curiosity, how often father and son communicated. Run probabilities on all the scenarios she’d run through with Roarke. Meet with Mira to get a solid profile on both vic and killer. Update Peabody, study EDD results.
Then, because it couldn’t be put off, she’d deal with the “other stuff” she hadn’t explained to Roarke.
She’d contact Don Webster in IAB.
Because, goddamn it, if anybody’d had a whiff of Coltraine and Max Ricker’s son, it would’ve been IAB. If they’d known, the info on that relationship would’ve been passed along from Atlanta to New York.
Webster would know.
The idea of having to wheedle information out of Internal Affairs—and out of a former one-night stand—just burned her ass. Stewing about it, she strode into the bullpen, annoyed.
“Dallas! Hey! Wait!”
Scowling, she waved off Peabody’s shout. “I need five.”
“But—”
“Five!” Eve shouted back, and stomped into her office.
Morris sat in her visitor’s chair.
“Oh, hey.” The next time Peabody told her to wait, Eve promised herself, she’d wait.
“I know better.” He got to his feet. She could see the long, sleepless night on him—the shadowed eyes, the pallor. “Better than to get in your way, better than to ask questions, to push at you when you push yourself harder than anyone could. I know better. But it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s okay.” She shut the door. “It’s okay.”
“I’m going to see her. I needed to come here first, needed you to tell me whatever you could before I went to see her.”
Eve’s ’link beeped, and she ignored it. “A little milk in your coffee, right?”
“Yes, a little. Thanks.”
She programmed coffee, using the time to organize her thoughts. “I spoke with her family.”
“I know. So have I now.”
She gave him the coffee, took her own seat, swiveling it to face him. “And I spoke with her lieutenant here and in Atlanta. With her partner there, with her squad here. She was very well liked.”
He nodded. “You’re trying to comfort me, and I’m grateful. I need more. I need facts. Theories if that’s all you have. I need to know what you think happened. And why. I need you to promise you’ll tell me the truth. If you give me your word, you won’t break it. Will you promise me the truth?”
“Okay.” She nodded. “The truth. I give you my word. I need the same from you. I have to ask you something, and I need the truth.”
“Lies won’t help her.”
