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“It’s coming through now. Starting the trace.”
She read as they worked, said nothing as Peabody jumped up to read over her shoulder.
Eve,
I failed. I failed you, failed myself. I hope you can forgive me. I know you will, but it will be harder to forgive myself. He should be dead, with his ugly eyes destroyed.
He should be dead.
You would ask, as I do, what a woman like Matilda is doing with such a vicious, violent man? Some women are weak, some women almost ask for mistreatment, abuse, disrespect. Her weakness saved his life. My miscalculation saved him.
I know you see some redeeming quality in him. That’s your compassion, I suppose. Or is it a weakness? I hate to think that. But is it, Eve, is it a weakness in you, a flaw in what I so want to see as perfection? Is this why you tolerate disrespect from those so unworthy? Is this why you follow the rules that too often protect the guilty and ignore the innocent, the victim?
I don’t want to believe it. I want to believe that justice is your god, as it is mine. I want to believe you celebrate with me on the death of two people who not only abused you but were responsible for injustice and rewarding the guilty.
I’ve begun to doubt this is true. Are you one of them after all, Eve? Calling for justice while subverting it?
We have to think. We have to be sure. I’ve killed for you, and now I find myself wondering if you’re worthy of the gift, of my friendship and my devotion—something you rejected publicly.
How that hurt me, to hear you say, so coldly, “inaccurate.”
Have I let you down, Eve, or have you let me down? I have to know. For now, I struggle to remain
Your true friend.
Peabody laid a hand on Eve’s shoulder. “She’s turned on you.”
Nodding slowly, Eve felt the faint sickness she’d carried since she’d read the first message burn away. “About fucking time.”
“Smart, she’s a smart girl,” Roarke murmured.
At his station he worked on the trace manually while McNab stood at another station, tick-tocking his hips while he ran an auto-trace.
“Got chops,” McNab agreed. “Got flex. Bounce and swerve, echo it, pass on, bounce again. Got a fence line here, too, and a wall behind it.”
“I see it, yes. And the bloody pit beyond it.”
“Watch the three-sixty,” McNab warned. “Virus.”
“Aye, but a distraction’s all it is. Does she think we’re a couple of gits? She’s set a Dragon’s Tail under it, Ian.”
“Crap, crap. Got it.”
Eve burst in, Peabody right behind her. “Do you have her?”
“Quiet!” Roarke snapped, and sat, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back. Full work mode.
“She wants to play.” Now McNab’s shoulders wiggled into his e-geek dance. “I got trip spikes here. Man! Then a trip to fricking Bali.”
Roarke’s flying fingers paused a moment. He angled his head, danced those fingers in the air. “It’s bollocks is what it is. Misdirection and false layers. I’m doing a clean sweep.”
“Jesus, are you sure?”
“Sure enough.”
“How come they can talk?” Eve complained.
“It’s how it works. Uh-oh,” Peabody said when Roarke’s screen went blank.
