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“You want a room?”
“Not that kind of private.”
“Good to hear. I like your man. I hope he be up.”
“Roarke being up is never a problem.”
Crack’s laughter was like a thunderclap.
“Anyway, I thought I could take the meet here, and not run into another cop. If that’s not a problem for you.”
“You want, I’ll kick these assholes out of here, close the place down, and you can have it to yourself as long as you want
.”
“Just a table, thanks.”
“Drink?”
“Do I look suicidal?”
“Got some bottled water in the back.” His gaze tracked away from her. “You don’t wanna see other cops, you got a problem, ’cause one of your kind just came in.”
She nodded, spotting Webster. “It’s okay. That’s my meet.”
“Take any table you want.”
“Thanks.” She walked toward Webster, then gestured toward a corner table, and kept walking.
It was always a little awkward, dealing with him, she admitted. Not because she’d bounced with him once, when they’d both been detectives working Homicide. But because he’d taken the bounce a lot more seriously than she had.
More awkward yet as, years after, he’d lost his mind apparently and put a move on her. One Roarke had walked in on even as she’d been deflecting it. The two of them had gone at each other like a couple of crazed wolves, wrecked her home office and caused each other considerable bodily damage before Roarke had knocked Webster unconscious.
They’d come to terms, she reminded herself. She and Roarke, Roarke and Webster, she and Webster, whatever.
Still. Awkward. And that was before you added the sticky layer of Internal Affairs.
Webster, a good-looking man with sharp eyes, scanned the room, then sat—like Eve—with his back to the wall. “Interesting choice of venue.”
“Works for me. I appreciate you meeting me.”
“Aren’t we polite?”
“Don’t start with me.”
He shrugged, leaned back. “Can we get coffee in this place?” “Sure. If you’ve got a death wish.”
He smiled at her. “Does Roarke know you’re meeting me in a sex joint?”
“Webster, I’d as soon nobody knows I’m meeting IAB anywhere, anytime.”
And leaning against the wall, his back went up. “We’ve all got a job to do, Dallas. If you didn’t need IAB, we wouldn’t be here.”
Since he had a point, she didn’t argue. “I need to know if IAB has any connection to or any interest in my investigation of Detective Amaryllis Coltraine’s murder.”
“Why would you ask?”
“Yes or no, Webster.”
