The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [491]
“I do believe in the system. I’m speaking to you as a representative of that system and stating that where we failed, we will correct. The search for Julianna Dunne continues in every possible direction, on every possible level. Whether or not she remains in New York, Julianna Dunne will be tracked down, she will be found, she will be taken into custody, and charged with the murders of Walter C. Pettibone and Henry Mouton.”
“In what directions, on what levels is this investigation proceeding?”
“I can’t discuss the investigative details of this matter except to say that we’re pursuing all leads. We know who and what she is.”
“What is she, Lieutenant?”
“Julianna Dunne is a killer. It’s what she does, what she’ll continue to do until she’s stopped.”
“As a representative of the people of New York—”
“I’m not a representative of the people of New York,” Eve interrupted. “I’m sworn to protect and to serve the people of New York. And I will. I’ll keep that oath and for the second time assist in separating Julianna Dunne from society. I will, personally, put her in a cage.”
“Is that right?” In her bedroom Julianna brushed her newly gilded curls and pouted at Eve’s image on-screen. “You cocky bitch. You got lucky once, that’s all. You got lucky. This time out, you’re not even close. I’m sitting here right under your nose, and you don’t have a clue!”
Infuriated, she threw the brush across the room. “We’ll see what you have to say when that man you married falls dead at your feet. We’ll see if you’re so goddamn cocky when he’s gasping for his last breath. We’ll see how you like that! You keep right on chasing the trail on those two sorry old men. They meant nothing. It’s you and yours, this time, Dallas. I’m taking you and yours down. It’s payback time.”
She turned, comforting, soothing herself with her own reflection in the mirror. “But you’re right about one thing, Dallas. Killing is what I do. And I do it very well.”
Smart, Roarke thought as he, too, watched his wife’s interview. Very smart. Keep saying her name, the whole of it, so it becomes printed on the minds of everyone who hears it. And Nadine had done her part, flashing Dunne’s various images on-screen.
No one who would view the four-minute interview, which was being rebroadcast every ninety minutes, would forget Julianna Dunne.
And the name and image of Eve Dallas would be similarly imprinted on Julianna Dunne’s mind.
She was trying to turn Dunne’s focus onto her, Roarke concluded. To save another innocent. Even if that innocent was her own, far from pure husband.
He had his own ideas about that, ideas they would undoubtedly clash over. But before it came to that, they would deal with the city of Dallas, and the memories that lived there still.
A part of him was relieved she would go, that she would face this nightmare. It might not free her, but he could hope it would at least lighten the burden she carried with her every day of her life.
But another part wanted her to turn away from it all, as she had turned away from it for so many years. Bury it deep, and look ahead.
And he of all people knew that the past was always stalking your back like a great black dog. Ready to pounce and sink fangs into your throat just when you thought you were safe.
Whatever he’d done to bury the past, it was never quite enough. It lived with him, even here in this grand house with all its treasures and comfort and beauty, the stink of Dublin’s slums lived with him. Easier perhaps, he mused, than the past lived with his wife. His before was more like a poor and somewhat regrettable family relation that sat stubbornly in a corner and would never leave.
He knew what it was like to be hungry and afraid, to feel fists pounding him. Fists from hands that should have tended him, embraced him as fathers were meant to embrace sons. But he’d escaped from that. Even as a child he’d had his means of escape. With friends, bad company, with enterprises that, while far from legal, were vastly entertaining. And profitable.
He’d stolen, he’d cheated, he’d schemed.