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“I want to thank you for agreeing to meet me,” Alex began when they were both cleared. “Even if it is a strange choice of location.”
“Do you think so? A spring morning, out of doors, sea breezes.”
Alex glanced around. “Carousels.”
“And more. A New York landmark, a tradition that fell into disuse and disrepair—and shut down. A pity that. After the Urbans there was a push to revitalize, renew, and this place benefited from that. It’s hopeful, isn’t it, that fun has a place in the world?”
“How much of it do you own?”
Roarke only smiled. “Well then, you could find that out for yourself, couldn’t you? What do you have to say to me, Alex?”
“Can we walk?”
“Of course.” Roarke gestured, and they began to walk over the wooden slats, with their drivers several paces behind.
“You were my nemesis when we were young,” Alex told him.
“Was I?”
“My father pushed you into my face, at least initially. This is what you need to be. Ruthless, cold, always thinking ahead of the others. Until he decided you weren’t ruthless enough, cold enough, and worried you thought too far ahead of him. Still, you were shoved at me. I’d have to do better than you, by his measure, or I’d be a failure.”
“That’s a pisser, isn’t it?”
“It was. When he came to fear and detest you, it was worse. He ordered three hits on you that I know of.”
Roarke continued to stroll. “There were five, actually.”
“Why didn’t you ever retaliate?”
“I don’t need the blood of my competitors. Or even my enemies. He was, for som
e years, nothing to me. But he should never have touched my wife. I’d have done him for that, if you’re interested. For putting a mark on her.”
“You didn’t, and he lives.”
“Because doing so would’ve put another mark on her, as that’s who she is.”
“You let him live to protect your wife?”
Roarke paused, looked Alex in the face. “If you think the lieutenant needs protection, mine or anyone’s, you’ve severely misjudged her. I let him live out of respect to her. And I became convinced living, as he is condemned to live now, was worse than death.”
“It is, for him. He’ll never admit it, not even to himself. A part of him will always believe, needs to believe, he’ll fight his way back. Not just off Omega, but back to the top of his game. He’ll live for that, and live a long time, I think, dreaming of your blood. And your cop’s.”
“I sincerely hope you’re right.” In the smile he sent Alex, Eve would have seen the dangerous man who lived inside the polish. “I do wish him a very long life.”
“I hate him more than you ever could.”
Yes, Roarke thought. He’d heard the hate in every word, and between each one as well. “Why is that?”
“He killed my mother.” Alex stopped now, turned to the rail, looked out to sea. “All of my life I believed she’d fallen. That it had been a terrible accident. While part of me wondered if she’d given up, and jumped. But neither of those were true.”
Roarke said nothing, simply waited.
“He’d been losing control bit by bit over the last years. Becoming more and more unstable. He’d always been violent, quick to violence, easily enraged. I never knew what to make of him as a child. One minute I’d be treated like a prince, his most treasured son. The next I’d be picking myself up off the floor with a split lip or bloodied nose. So I grew up fearing and worshipping him, and desperate to please him.”
“Many, if not most, who worked for him felt the same.”
“Not you. In any case, over the last dozen years, we’ll say, some of his demands, his decisions were dangerous. Unnecessary and dangerous. We argued. We started arguing about the time I went to university. We’d gotten to a point where I wouldn’t tolerate being knocked down, so he didn’t have that weapon to use. So, when he realized he couldn’t knock me down physically, he used another means.
