The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [590]
“Yeah, well, his purity’s a little soiled now, and he’ll probably be better off. We’ll swing into EDD and see if they’ve pinned down the other Purity. I want to tie this up and put it away.”
In his cube, Halloway raged and he sweated and he worked. He didn’t know he was dying, but he knew, he knew damn well he was being abused.
He couldn’t remember, not exactly, why he had this old and crappy data center on his work counter. But he remembered, oh he remembered, the way Feeney had slapped at him, how Feeney had humiliated him.
And McNab, that asshole, breezing up and sneering. Laughing at him behind his back. Laughing right in his face. Why was he the one who always got the plum assignments? Those plums should go to Colleen Halloway’s son, Kevin. And they would if that backstabber McNab didn’t kiss Feeney’s ass every chance he got.
They were holding him down, holding him back. Both of them, he thought as he swiped his forearm over his sweat-drenched face. Trying to ruin him.
They weren’t going to get away with it.
God. God! He wanted to go home, go to bed. He wanted to be alone in his own place, away from this heat, away from this noise, away from the pain.
His vision blurred as he stared down into the guts of the unit Feeney had ordered him to work on.
And he saw McNab’s guts spread out and gleaming under his hands.
Take it down to the gym? He let out a little snort that ended on a sob. Hell with that! Hell with them. He pushed to his feet, closed his hand over his holstered weapon. Drew it.
They’d handle this here and now. Like men.
Eve stepped into the glide. “I don’t need you for this, Peabody.”
“Sir, I’m your faithful aide. I feel obliged to stay close to your side.”
“If you think you’re coming up to EDD with me so you can play grab-ass with McNab, you’re very much mistaken, faithful aide.”
“The thought never crossed my mind.”
“Is that so? Why are your pants on fire?”
Peabody grinned. “They’re not because I’m not lying. I was thinking of pat-ass, not grab-ass. His is so skinny it’s kind of tough to grab a good handful.”
She hopped off beside Eve, and since she thought she saw her lieutenant’s mouth twitch in what might have been a smile rather than the usual muscle tic during such conversations, she pushed.
“And I can get a firsthand on the status of Cogburn’s unit, write that area of the report for you. As your faithful and hardworking aide.”
“That’s a good bribe, Peabody. You make me proud.”
“I’ve learned from the master.”
They finished the hike across the breezeway that connected EDD, turned toward the detectives’ sector. And all hell broke loose.
Shouts, the distinctive hum of a fired weapon, the scramble of feet. Eve’s weapon was in her hand, and she was running before she heard the first crash.
A cop rolled out of the doorway as others came rushing down corridors.
“He zapped him! Jesus Christ, he zapped him. Call for medical.”
“Who’s down? Detective, give me the situation.”
“I—God. McNab’s down.”
Eve grabbed Peabody’s arm as her aide started to spring forward. “Hold!” she ordered as the muscles trembled under her hand. “Officer down, officer down!” she snapped into her communicator. “EDD, Detectives’ level. Give me the goddamn situation.”
“I don’t know! Halloway, he just walked up to McNab’s cube. Zapped him, then everybody’s running and Halloway’s screaming, firing streams. He’s got the captain. I saw him take the captain.”
“Keep out!” Eve strode to the door, ordered the cops who poured out of doors and hallways to stay clear. “We’ve got a potential hostage situation, at least one wounded. I need this area secured. I need a negotiator. Peabody, inform the commander of this situation.”
“Yes, sir.” Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “McNab.”
“We’re going in. Draw your weapon.” She eased closer, lowering her voice for Peabody alone. “If you can’t handle this, say so now. You won’t help them if you can’t maintain.”
“I can. I will.” Fear had already blown through her, and out again. “We have to get in there.”
“Hold fire,” Eve called out. “Hold fire.