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Some of them did handwork—crocheting or knitting or whatever people did with balls of yarn and long needles. Or had tea, or wine as she did, or beer.
Most chattered happily. Sinead did, not even missing a beat when one of the younger women passed her the infant who made mewling noises like a starving cat.
“This is the newest of us,” Sinead told Eve. “Keela. Seven weeks in the world.”
Keela wore a pink and white knit cap with a pom-pom over what was probably another bald head. She let out a distinct belch when Sinead rubbed her back.
“There now, that’s better now, isn’t it? She’s fed and dry and happy if you’d like to hold her.”
Rather hold a ticking homemade boomer, Eve thought, and managed an “Um …” before—thanks be to God—the front door burst open and the ragged and motley football crew charged, limped, all but crawled inside.
“Look at the lot of you!” That came from Granny holding court by the fire. “Dirty and wet and soiling the floor, you are! Outside and hose off, or up to bathe the lot of you. Not a one of you are welcome in here until you do. You as well,” she added, pointing a sharp finger at Roarke.
“Granny!” Sean sent up a protest. “We left our boots at the door, and we could eat a cow right from the field we’re that starved.”
“Not until you’re washed.”
Eve saw her own escape as everyone who’d come in began to slink off again.
“I’l
l, ah, be a minute.”
She dashed for it, and managed to make it to the bedroom as Roarke stripped off his sodden, ruined clothes.
“It was a sad and pitiful rout,” he announced. “I’m shamed to have been a part of it.”
“Buck up. I’m just going to sneak into my office for a few minutes, read your report, check a couple things.”
“It’ll be dinner within the hour. If you can’t make it down, I’ll send your regrets.”
“It shouldn’t take longer than an hour.”
“I’ll come along myself, see what you’ve got, before I go down.”
“Good.”
She made her escape, went straight for Roarke’s report.
She could tell he’d dumbed it down to layman’s terms, but it still took her time to decipher.
Since they’d been able to regenerate some of the wiped data, they had the beginnings of routing on the accounts, and she took some satisfaction there.
If they had some, they’d get more.
He’d included what he and the e-team agreed was part of a sub-code, shadowed in with the other data.
It looked like every other computer code she’d ever studied. Which meant it looked incomprehensible.
She brought up her map on the wall screen to keep it settled in her head while she read through other reports, and went through incomings to be certain every one of the details assigned had clocked in with an A-OK.
“Protection details, where we have them, are five-by-five,” she said when she heard Roarke come in. “I’ve read your report, but I don’t speak geek, so some of it’s lost on me. You can walk me through it, and I’ll walk you through the map I’ve got going on—”
She looked over.
Not Roarke, damn it. Sinead. Who stood, pale as glass, staring at Eve’s murder board.
“Hey, listen.” Eve shoved up fast, moved over to block Sinead’s view. “You don’t need to see that. I’m coming right down.”
