“See you at the bar.”
“She’s juiced,” Eve commented. “She took a booster earlier, but this is just juice. Because we’re close, because we’re going to bring them in before much longer. Bring them in, sweat them, break them. End it.”
“Someone else is juiced.”
“Bet your ass, ace.” She did a couple of squats and pivots to see how the dress cooperated. “Can you tell I’m loaded? The weapon,” she elaborated when he smiled at her.
“I can. They won’t. You know, I’m starting to enjoy this whole business myself.”
“Wait till I unload on them.” She tore open the jacket, pulled her weapon. Slapped it back in its harness. “You’re going to get a serious charge.”
They walked into the elegant lounge with its deep ruby and rich sapphire tones in what appeared to be a low-voiced continuation of an argument. When Roarke cupped her elbow, she deliberately jerked it away, let her voice spike up.
“Don’t try to placate me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Two,” he said to the hostess who, admirably, kept her face blank and polite. “Roarke.”
“Yes, sir, of course. I have your booth ready. Just this way.”
“You know the kind of pressure I’m dealing with,” Eve continued, keeping her eyes on Roarke. “The commander’s setting up permanent residence on my ass.”
“It would be a lovely change of pace if we could spend one bloody evening not discussing your commander, your problems. Whiskey,” he told the hostess. “A double.”
“And for you, madam?”
“Head Shot, straight up.”
Roarke leaned into her as if murmuring something, and she jerked back. “Because I need it, that’s why. Look, I’m here, aren’t I? Which is more than you’ll be tomorrow since you’re leaving town. Again.”
“I have work, and responsibilities, Eve.”
“So do I.”
“Yours don’t put toys like this on your ears,” he said and gave one of her earrings a flick of his finger.
“I earn those other ways, and don’t you forget—” She broke off as if just spotting Dudley and Moriarity. “Oh, that’s perfect. That’s just fucking perfect.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m sick of orders. I’m the top murder cop in this goddamn city, and I’m getting zip from the department on this, and less than zip from you. Well, fuck that. I’m getting some of my own, and right now.”
She shoved out of the booth, and he timed his lunge to stop her seconds too late.
She had to admit striding the few short feet to the next booth in the killer red heels felt powerful.
“You think I’m stupid?”
“Lieutenant Dallas.” All concerned charm, Dudley reached for her hand. “You seem upset.”
“You touch me and I’ll haul you in for assaulting an officer.” She slapped her palms on the table between them, leaned in. “I know you killed Delaflote and Jonas, probably the others, too, but those I know.”
“I think you must be drunk,” Moriarity said, very quietly.
“Not yet. Believe me when I tell you I’ll make a case. I don’t care how long it takes or what it takes. You’re not going to beat me at my own game. This is what I do.”
“Eve.” Roarke stepped up to her, gripped her arm. “Stop this. We’re leaving.”
“Your wife seems very upset and not a little deranged.” Dudley smiled. “You don’t appear to be able to control her.”
“Nobody controls me, asshole. You want to leave.” She turned on Roarke. “Fine. Go. Why don’t you just go wherever you’re shuttling off to right now instead of tomorrow and get off my back?”
“That’s an excellent idea. Gentlemen, my sincere apologies. You can get yourself home,” he said to Eve.
“I’ll get there, when I’m good and ready.” As Roarke walked out, she spun back to the booth. “The department won’t give me the money to go full-out on you two. Screw them. He’ll give it to me.” She jerked her head in the direction Roarke had taken. “I know how to get what I want. The PA may not have the balls to give me a go now, but give me time. I close cases. I’ll close this.”
She grabbed one of the drinks on the table, tossed back a swallow before slamming it down again. “Did you think I wouldn’t see? Using your people as dupes, covering each other’s ass while the other one gets the kill in? You both knew the last two victims, and I’ll find how you knew the first two. I’m the hot breath on your neck.”
“You’re making a fool of yourself,” Moriarity told her—but his gaze shifted to Dudley’s.
“Like Delaflote made a fool out of the Dudleys when he was nailing Winnie’s mommy?” She bared her teeth in a smile. “Oh, yeah, I know. I know a lot. Nearly there, boys. Nearly time to pay the bill.”
“Madam.” The hostess came over, eyes full of apologies for the men. “I have to ask you to leave.”
“No problem. I can find better places to drink than a dump that serves scum like these two. Drink up,” she told both men. “They don’t serve fancy liquor in the cages you’re going to be in within forty-eight. And that’s just where I’m going to put you. You can bet on it.”
Eve almost wished she wore a cape so she could’ve swirled it as she stormed out of the room.
She kept storming a block north, turned, and kept the pace another half a block. Feeney opened the back of the e-van. She hopped in, yanked off the shoes. “How’d I do?”
“If I was married to you, I’d be divorced.”
Roarke took her hand, kissed it. “She’s a bitch, but she’s my bitch.”
She tapped her ear. “Peabody reports they’re in intense conversation. It looks to her like Dudley’s trying to convince Moriarity, is pushing a point.”
“I can hear her.” Roarke tapped in turn. “You’re not the only one with ears.”
“Oh. That was a good idea, putting it out you’d be gone tonight. They’re going to want to make their move.”
She turned her wrist when her com signaled. “Check this,” she said to Feeney. “Dallas.”
“Reo pulled it off,” Baxter told her. “We got the warrants.”
“Don’t go in yet. Give them some time. If this worked, one or both of them is going to show up at one of the houses or one of the HQs where they have private quarters. They need to get the weapon. Let them come and go. No longer than ten minutes in. It’s over that, move in. I don’t want to have spooked them into ditching any evidence, but if we take them in with a weapon, we’re going to add attempted on a police officer. That’s the icing on the cupcake.”
“We’re on hold.”
“Seems a shame to waste the performance,” she said to Roarke. “Damn it.” She scowled at Peabody’s voice in her ear. “They’re ordering another drink. Maybe they’re not going to bite after all. Stick with them,” she ordered Peabody, then answered the com again. “What?”
“Movement at the Moriarity house. It’s the droid, Dallas, the same droid we have going into the Frost/Simpson house.”
She shook her head in wonder. “God, they are idiots. They didn’t destroy the droid, and odds are he’ll bring them the weapon. I want a team on that droid. I want to know where it goes, what it does. When it’s clear of the house, move in. All locations.”
She rubbed her bare foot. “They bit.”
“I believe they did,” Roarke commented.
22
EVE TRIED TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT FEENEY and Roarke were talking in e-geek. That was bad enough, but on the other side of her McNab and Peabody snuggled up together like a couple of sleepy puppies, and she was pretty sure the murmurs and giggles were some sort of sex talk.
If she didn’t get out of the damn van soon, she’d commit mass murder. She’d use the ice-pick heel of one of the arch-throbbing red shoes to skewer geek and puppy brains.
They’d make a good weapon, she considered. With the right force, the right angle, you probably could skewer brains.
Maybe that’s why women wore them, as a just in case I have to kill somebody tool. That, at least, made some sense. Except it would make more sense to wear them on your hands where they’d be right there if you needed—
Her homicidal thoughts scattered as Carmichael spoke in her ear.