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“I can’t discount it, yet. It would be the best answer.”
“And you and I, cynics as we are, don’t believe in answers handed to us on a platter.”
She could say to him what she’d say to few. “It’s not done. I felt it as soon as I understood what happened in that place. Maybe before when I talked to a couple of the survivors. Those who lived through this will carry it with them every day. It’s pretty fucking likely each of them killed someone they know, someone they liked. Maybe someone they loved. If and when they fully understand that, how do they cope?”
The cruelty here, she thought, was so bright, so ugly.
“Killing because you have to, to protect a life, to save your own or others? It’s hard enough to live with that. We have to start notifications after the briefing. A lot of families will be grieving by morning. So, I think, for whoever’s responsible, that’s a goddamn blazing success.”
He came back to her because she needed it, whether or not she knew it.
“Did Feeney start facial recognition on the people picked up going out, going in?”
“He’d put someone on that when I left. It shouldn’t be difficult to ID the two women going in, their faces are clear. Those going out will take a bit of time, I think, as the camera only caught partials.”
“The women going in didn’t come out. They’re either dead or in the hospital. So they’re not going to be hard to ID.”
He touched her hand, just the lightest of contacts. “Do you know how it was done?”
“Parts of it. I’ll get into it in the briefing.”
“All right.” He move
d to her window again, stared out at the air traffic, the buildings, and down to the street. “When I was a boy in Dublin there were still some pockets of fighting, holdouts from the Urban Wars. Those who were too angry or entrenched to stop. Now and again there’d be a bomb, homemade boomers, that were unreliable at best. In a car, a shop, tossed through someone’s window. It was a fear you learned to live with so you could go on with your day-to-day.”
He turned back. “This is more. Bigger place, more people, and a more terrible threat even than a well-placed bomb.”
“We’re not calling it terrorism yet.”
A shade or two of the rage she’d seen earlier slid back across his face. “It’s nothing but terrorism. Even if it turns out to be a one-off, it’s nothing but. If there’s another, or possibly even if not, you’re going to have Homeland coming in on you.”
She met his eyes levelly, and thought he had two levels of rage going. “I’ll deal with that when the time comes. They don’t worry me.”
He came to her, took her hand. “Then don’t let me worry you either, when it comes to that.”
She thought of what he’d done for her, for only her, by subjugating his need for revenge against those from Homeland. The agents who’d ignored her cries as a young girl in Dallas, her pleas for help as her father had beaten her, raped her. He’d let it go because she’d needed him to.
“I won’t. I wasn’t.” She gripped his hand tight. “Don’t let me worry you either.”
“You’ve still hurt places from going back there, from everything that happened only weeks ago. They may not show, darling Eve, but I see them well enough. A bit of worry’s my job. Look that up in your famous Marriage Rules.”
“Then we’ll deal with that, too. But now I’ve got to get to the conference room. We’ve got a hell of a mess on our hands.”
“I’ll help you set it up.”
When they got to the conference room, Peabody had already started.
“Your door was closed,” Peabody told her, “so I got going on this. I’ve got the time line. And the list of vics. I’ll get ID photos and crime scene printed out.”
“Already done.”
“Oh.” For a second, Peabody look mildly put out. “Okay, I’ll match them up. They lost another. One of the ones in surgery didn’t make it. One looks good, another’s holding, but they don’t give her much of a shot. They’re working on the one they had in pre-op when you were there. The one in the coma’s still out. But I was able to talk to the one guy. Dennis Sherman. He lost an eye. He works at Copley Dynamics. That’s the same building, different floor from where CiCi Way works.”
“Small world,” Eve murmured.
“Big city, full of tight districts and neighborhoods. Yeah, small world.”
“I bet he used that bar a lot.”
