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“I’ll try to be half as charming.”
“No charm, pal. You’re aloof. You’re not just a boss, you’re a megaboss. People like this aren’t worth your notice. I’m doing my duty. Follow-ups are routine. I intro you as consultant, but it’s clear you’re just here because we’re on our way home. You’re bored.”
Enjoying her, he smiled. “Am I?”
“You have planets to buy, minions to intimidate.”
“Well, now I am bored. I’ve already done all that today.”
“Then it won’t be hard to pretend to do it all again. Be scary Roarke-lite.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know what I mean. I don’t want them to piss themselves. I just want them off balance. Here we go.”
Nancy Weaver stepped forward as the elevator doors opened, then stopped short, eyes widening on Roarke.
Eve thought: Perfect. “Ms. Weaver, my expert consultant, civilian, in this matter, Roarke.”
“Yes, of course. Thank you for coming, and so quickly.” She offered her hand to Roarke. “I was expecting the other detective.”
“Detective Peabody is handling another area of the investigation at this time,” Eve said as Roarke offered Weaver a cool nod and hand-shake. “You said Mr. Vann is also present for this follow-up.”
“Yes, Steve and Lew are waiting in the small conference room. Just this way.”
Weaver wore black, Eve noted—except for the flashy red soles on her towering heels. She’d drawn her hair back. The severe style accented the shadowed eyes and strain lines around them. Her voice carried the rough edge of someone who’d slept too little and talked too much.
“I sent all my people home,” she began as she led the way through a reception area as flashy and red as her soles. Sparkling white lights studded spirals of silver whirling from the ceiling. Weaver’s heels clicked over the dizzying pattern of floor tiles.
Glass doors whisked open at their approach.
“A number of people—companywide—have put in for leave,” she continued. “The CEO will issue a statement in the morning. Right now, everyone’s in shock. Everyone’s scared. So am I.”
“It’s understandable,” Eve said, and kept it at that as they moved down a wide, silent corridor.
“Steve and Lew and I thought, since we were at the bar before … before it happened, and as we had people at the café when … I got word an hour ago that Carly Fisher didn’t make it. She went to the café on her lunch break. She was one of mine. I trained her. She was my intern when she was in college, and I hired her as an assistant. I just promoted her.”
Weaver paused, voice shaking, eyes swimming. “I saw her on her way out to lunch, and I asked her to bring me a salad and a skinny latte. She never came back.”
Her voice broke as she pressed a hand to her mouth. “I got busy, and didn’t notice. She never came back. Then we heard about the café.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“I keep thinking, if I hadn’t held her up, hadn’t asked her to take the time to get my lunch, maybe she’d have been out before it started. Maybe she wouldn’t have been there when it happened.”
“There’s no way of knowing.”
“That’s the worst part.”
Weaver opened double pocket doors. Inside Lewis Callaway stood beside the tall, slick-looking man Eve recognized as Vann from his ID shot.
Vann wore a power suit, a black armband, and a rich man’s golden tan.
The “small” conference room spread wider than the one she habitually used at Central. She wondered fleetingly how much acreage their large conference room took up. Windows ribboned two walls so New York shimmered outside the glass.
The long, glossy table dominated, surrounded by cushy, highbacked chairs. The wall of screens was currently blank, but the black counter held two AutoChefs, silver water pitchers, glasses, and a bowl of fresh fruit.
She took in the space and its fancy touches while she watched the men react to Roarke.
