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“I’ll do it, Mom.” Sari got to her feet, walked to the door. “I know who you are,” she said quietly. “I recognize you both. I’ll tell them after you go. They’re too upset to recognize you, I think.” She managed a smile. “They’ll feel safer when they know who you are.”
“Stay together,” Eve advised. “That’s safer, too.”
16
THE LIGHTS OF HOME GLIMMERED AGAINST the dark. As she drove through the gates the wind began to whip, lashing denuded trees, sending out a whistling groan.
It’s going to be a rough night, she thought, in more ways than one.
As she got out of the car, that fierce wind clawed at her coat, sent it billowing.
“What?” she demanded when Roarke grinned at her.
“The wind, the gloom, the halos of light. You look like some otherworldly warrior queen about to battle.”
“I don’t know about that, but the battle sounds about right.”
She pushed her way in, assumed the first stage of battle started in the foyer as Summerset gave her a cool stare.
“Ah, you did remember where you live.”
“I keep hoping you’ll forget.”
He merely shifted his attention to Roarke as Eve shrugged out of her coat, and the cat hurried over to rub against her legs.
“Your aunt contacted me to let you know your family will arrive tomorrow as planned. I estimate their ETA here at two P.M. our time.”
“Good. I’ll do what I can to be here for their arrival.”
“I should hope. Richard DeBlass also confirmed. They arrived in New York this evening. The children are very excited.” His eyes pinned Eve now. “Nixie is particularly excited to see you, be here with you.”
“I’ll be here,” Eve snapped back. Sometime. Somehow. God.
And because she could see Nixie as she first had—cowering, covered with her parents’ blood, shaking in the shower where she’d hidden, Eve went straight up the stairs and into her home office with a new weight on her shoulders.
“What am I supposed to do?” she demanded when Roarke came in behind her.
“Exactly what you need to do.” He set the comp down. “And right now? It’s eat dinner.”
“Jesus, lay off, will you? I have work. I need to update my board, check in with Peabody, Baxter, and Trueheart, and the cops I put on various protection details. I need to cross with Feeney and start pushing on hotels because the son of a bitch is somewhere. Add in rental units, property purchases because he’s got a pile of money now and you can bet your ass a spanking new ID. And, oh, while I’m doing that, I’m supposed to stuff food in my face, and worry about a freaking houseful of people and a holiday dinner. I can’t think with everybody crowding me.”
“It must be difficult,” he said in a voice deceptively, dangerously calm, “to be the only one in the city, possibly on the planet who can catch this particular son of a bitch. Or, in fact, so many murdering sons of bitches. Harder yet when so many around you are inconsiderate enough to expect you to eat and sleep and have the occasional conversation. What a burden we are in your world.”
“That’s not what I mean. You know damn well—”
“I know I don’t have to stand here taking slaps because I have friends and family coming to our home. Or because you’re overstressed and jittery. So do as you please.”
He picked the comp up again, walked out.
“Jittery?” Appalled, deeply insulted, she balled her fists, stared down at the cat who stared back at her. “Where does he come off with that crap?”
Galahad turned around, stuck his tail in the air—adding further insult—and strolled out after Roarke.
“Right back at you,” she muttered. She stalked to her desk, kicked it, then ordered her computer to read out her incomings while she updated the board.
She made it nearly two minutes before she swore bitterly. “Computer, stop and save. Goddamn it.”
She started to ask the house system where he’d gone, then knew. He’d taken the evidence comp, so he’d gone to his lab.
