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“It’s going to be a fucking mess, Roarke. Not just the investigation, the media fallout when it hits. But the repercussions? They’ll have to review every one of her cases, and the cases of whoever she sucked into this. Retrials or just being straightjacketed into springing bad guys because of the old fruit of a poisoned tree. Taking her and her network down means opening up cages. There’s no way around it. I could kick her ass for that alone—after I strip the skin off it for Peabody.”
She pulled to the curb. Parking wasn’t an issue here. If you didn’t have weight in this sector, your vehicle would either be gone or stripped down to its bones if you left it for five minutes.
“Oh, forgot. The alarm works great,” she told him. “Some mope tried to boost it—when I’m barely fifty feet away. Landed on his ass and limped away without his tools.”
Like her he scanned the shadows, the deep pits of dark. “It’s nice to know we won’t be walking home from here.”
“Seal up.” Eve tossed Roarke the can of sealant, engaged her recorder.
“Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Roarke,” she began, and listed the address. “Date and time stamp on record.”
The building had likely been a small warehouse or factory at some point, and scooped up in the rehab-crazed pre-Urbans. Since, it might have served as sorry shelter for itinerants or a chemi-den—probably both at one time or another.
The rusted and broken chain and padlock drooping from the door proved security measures had been half-assed to begin with, and long since breached.
But the shiny new lock caught her interest.
“Cold weather hole,” Eve said. “Nobody much wants to be inside the dirt and stink in high summer. Still ...” She nodded at the lock. “Somebody put that on recently.” She started forward, digging for her master.
The man who jumped out of the shadows boasted a half acre of wide shoulders. He bared his teeth in an ugly grin that demonstrated dental hygiene wasn’t high on his list of priorities.
Eve imagined it was his six-inch sticker and what he took as a couple of easy marks that put the grin on his face.
“Take care of that, will you?” she asked Roarke.
“Of course, darling.” He gave the man currently jabbing playfully at him with the blade a pleasant smile. “Something I can do for you?”
“Gonna spill your guts all over the street, then I’m gonna fuck your woman. Gimme the wallet, the wrist unit. Ring, too.”
“I’m going to do you a favor, as even if you managed to spill my guts all over the street—and odds are against you—if you tried to touch my woman she’d break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.”
“Gonna bleed.”
When the man lunged, Roarke danced easily to the side, pivoted with an elbow jab to the kidneys. The responding oof! had the ring of surprise, but the assailant spun around with a vicious slice Roarke evaded with another pivot. He followed it by slamming his foot against the big man’s kneecap.
“Stop playing with him,” Eve called out.
“She tends to be strict,” Roarke commented, and when the man—grimacing now—lunged again, he kicked the knife arm, sharp at the elbow. Even thugs can scream, he thought, and caught the knife as it flew out of the man’s quivering hand.
“And here comes the favor.” No longer pleasant, no longer smiling, Roarke’s iced-blues met the man’s pain-filled eyes. “Run.”
As the footsteps slapped down the sidewalk, Eve watched Roarke press the mechanism on the sticker to retract the blade.
“If you’re thinking of keeping that, you’d better dump it in an autoclave first chance. Ready?”
Roarke slipped the knife in his pocket, nodded as he joined her at the door.
She drew her weapon, rested it across her flashlight, angling away so the recording wouldn’t show Roarke doing the same.
They went through the door, swept left, right.
She kicked aside trash to clear a path. Mold laced with stale urine and fresher vomit smeared the air. She judged the main source as a pile of blankets, stiff as cardboard and too hideous to tempt even a sidewalk sleeper.
“Clear the level.”
They moved in, sweeping lights, weapons. Doors, wiring, sections of floorboard and stair treads—anything that could be used or sold—had been torn out, pulled down, and hauled off, leaving raw holes, toothy gaps.
She studied the open elevator shaft. “How the hell did they get the elevator door out of here, and what did they do with it?”
