She took a little time to settle herself. She had to admit to being a little light-headed.
“Have you eaten since breakfast?” Roarke asked her when she dropped into her office chair.
“Maybe not.”
With a sigh, he pulled out his ’link.
“What are you doing?”
“Ordering pizza – for your division – and more for the E and B team. And don’t give me any bloody grief about it. I’m a bit on edge here as I couldn’t get through the bloody, buggering door for more than five minutes – and that was after Feeney started on it before me. And my wife about to be blown to bits on the other side.”
She knew the fear, the soul-emptying terror of it. She’d felt it for him a time or two. All she could do now was try to ease it.
“I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
“Weren’t you now?”
“Nope. I wasn’t going to let the last words I said to you be ‘Later, honey.’?”
Since it made him laugh, she sat back, closed her eyes for one blessed moment while she heard him ordering twenty-five (good God!) large pies with a variety of toppings.
She heard the brisk click of heels, opened her eyes, and waited for Mira.
“I’m sorry to intrude.”
“Still on shift,” Eve reminded her.
“Would you like some tea?” Roarke asked, rose.
“Oh God, I would love some. Thank you. I can get it. You should sit.”
“Not at all. I’ll leave the two of you to talk. I have a few threads to tie off. I left my downtown meeting rather abruptly.” He gave Mira the tea, then smiled, bent down, kissed the top of Eve’s head, lingered there. “Pizza in thirty, and you’ll have a slice at least before you take on your prisoner.”
“I could eat.”
Eve waited as Mira sat, gingerly, on the edge of the miserable visitor’s chair. “You’re going to tell me she’s crazy, which isn’t news! but you’re going to add she’s going to skew legally insane. I’m not going to get her locked in an off-planet cage for the rest of her crazy life.”
“No, you’re not. You will get her locked in an institution for the rest of her life.”
“I’m dealing with her first. She had my people. All of my people. She would’ve killed all my cops. Well, maybe Reineke would’ve survived the blast – then he’d never have gotten over surviving it.”
She stopped for a minute, pressed her fingers to her eyes because to her shock and unease, tears burned at them.
“But they were nothing to her, goddamn it. They were nothing to her. She’d worked with them, maybe all of them, at some point. Worked the same crime scene, and she didn’t care. And why, because she has some sort of sick crush on me?”
Mira rose, set the tea on Eve’s desk. “Drink that.” Gently, she brushed a hand over Eve’s hair. “For me.”
“I don’t – Fine.” To get it done, Eve downed the contents of the cup in one go.
And oddly felt steadier.
“It’s more than that,” Mira said. “More than a crush. She idolized you, idealized you, and that was unhealthy. Then she wanted to demonize you, but she couldn’t accept it. What planted these seeds in her will take years to really understand.”
“Sister, mother, dead.”
“Yes, I familiarized myself with some of her data while I – I want to say you handled it, handled her, with insight and intelligence, and incredible courage.”
“I couldn’t hold her.”
“No. No, she had made the last turn, and wouldn’t have come back. But you made her talk, got her to take that time, give you time. If you couldn’t have reached the switch, held it —”
“I had to. All my people, Mira. All of them. My family. Reineke said it. You do whatever you have to do for family. It’s taken me some time to figure that one.”
“It took you time to make the family, then you didn’t have to figure out anything. I’ll observe. It’s best I’m not in the room. As much as it will hurt Peabody, it would be best if she’s not in the room. Just the two of you.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll interview her myself, tomorrow.”
“First of the year.”
“It shouldn’t wait. Dennis understands. We’re lucky, you and I, in that area.”
“No snake eyes for us.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing. Colorful metaphor.”
She ate pizza, grateful Whitney stayed with her people, ate with them. And got a surprise when Peabody didn’t argue about the interview.
“Mira explained it. I’m going to observe though.”
“Don’t you have a ball drop to get to?”
“Hours yet. I want to see it through. Everybody wants to see it through.”
Eve moved into Observation first – wanted a look at the prisoner – and found out Peabody meant everybody literally.
“Don’t you people have anywhere to go?”
“Take her down, LT,” Jenkinson told her. “Wrap up that crazy bitch.”
“You got pizza sauce on your tie, Detective.”
“Damn it.”
Feeney handed Jenkinson a napkin, and as Eve had with Reineke, punched Eve’s shoulder. “Finish the job, kid, and we’ll all get the hell out of here.”
They had her cold on the explosives – and she’d pretty much confessed to the murders. But the courts, the lawyers, the shrinks wanted all the t’s crossed.
She stepped into the room where Lottie sat slumped in the chair at the scarred table, her hands and feet chained.
“Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, entering interview with Roebuck, Lottie, on the matter of… a lot of things. Ms. Roebuck, you’ve been charged with the unauthorized transport of explosive devices, forced imprisonment, attempted murder – several counts – of a police officer, assault with a deadly on a police officer. Officer Hanks from Evidence is okay, by the way. And various other charges stemming from this incident. You are also being held on suspicion of murder – first degree – two counts; attempted murder, two counts; intent to murder, one more. Officers are now searching your residence, your electronics – home and work – and other charges may be coming as a result of what they find. You’ve been read your rights by Detective Peabody, on record, but I’m happy to refresh that.”
“I know my rights. I know what’s right.”
“Okay, then.” Eve sat. “Let’s go back, take this all in chronological order. Leanore Bastwick.”
“She deserved to die. You said you understood, you wanted it! She made her living getting criminals off. You risk your life to stop the very people she talks free again. She said terrible things about you, in public. She showed you no respect.”
“So you went to her apartment, in the guise of a delivery person, stunned her, carried her to her bedroom, strangled her with piano wire. And cut out her tongue.”
“It was symbolic.”
“What was symbolic?”