The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [613]
“We’re not the only ones feeding her,” Eve pointed out.
“I’m aware of that.” His voice managed to be both rich and chilly at the same time. “Whatever they toss out, we’ll spin back. We can count on Chang for that. You’ll work directly with him and Deputy Mayor Franco on media relations.”
He glanced at his wrist unit. Frowned. “Keep me informed,” he ordered, then strode off to the prep room.
“He’s good at this,” Whitney told Eve. “He’ll come off strong, controlled, and concerned. We’re going to need strong image projection to keep this lid from blowing off and spilling the contents all over New York.”
“It seems to me the way to keep the lid on is to identify and stop The Purity Seekers.”
“That’s your priority, Lieutenant. But the job has more than one channel. The memorial service for Detective Halloway is scheduled for tomorrow, ten. Full honors. I want you there.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be there.”
“Today’s meeting has been bumped up to thirteen hundred. Get some sleep,” he added before he walked over to take his turn in the studio. “It’s going to be a long one.”
At home, she fell facedown on the bed for three and a half hours.
The alarm on her wrist unit woke her with its incessant beeping. She crawled out of bed in the dark, stumbled into the shower, and stayed under hot, crisscrossing jets for twenty full minutes.
When she came back in the bedroom, Roarke was just getting up. “Did I wake you? You could catch another half hour.”
“I’m fine.” He gave her face a critical study, then nodded. “And you look considerably better than you did at four this morning. Why don’t you order us up some breakfast while I get a shower?”
“I was just going to grab a bagel at my desk.”
“You’ve changed your mind,” he said as he went into the bath. “Because you’ve remembered that your body needs proper fuel to maintain energy and health and because you’d prefer I not pour a protein shake down your throat as that just starts your day off on the wrong foot. Scrambled eggs would be good, wouldn’t they?”
She bared her teeth, but he was already in the shower.
She ate, she told herself, because she was hungry.
And when Roarke buzzed Summerset on the in-house ’link and asked about McNab, she tried to feel optimistic at the information that the patient had spent a restful night.
Just as she struggled against despair when she watched him ride into her office in an electronic wheelchair.
“Hey!” His face was just a little too cheerful. His voice was just a little too bright. “I’m getting me one of these rides when I’m back on my feet. They rule.”
“No racing in the corridors.”
He grinned at her. “Too late.”
“We’ll wait for Feeney before I start the briefing,” Eve began.
“We caught the morning report on 75, Lieutenant.” Peabody’s eyes were shadowed, and more than a little desperate when they met Eve’s behind McNab’s back. “I’d say we got a good start on the briefing.”
“I need coffee.” She gestured for Roarke to distract McNab, then jerked a thumb toward the kitchen. “You’ve got to hold up better than this,” she told Peabody the minute they were out of earshot. “He’s not stupid.”
“I know. I’m okay. It’s just, when I see him in that chair, I get a little shaky. There’s no change. They said he should start to feel a tingling, like you do when your foot’s asleep and starts to wake up. That would signal the nerves are coming back. But he’s not, they’re not.”
“Recovery time varies. I’ve taken a full body blast and had no appreciable numbness within minutes. And I’ve had a glancing stream hit my arm and put it down for hours.”
“He’s scared. He’s pretending he’s not, but he’s really scared.”
“If he can pretend he’s not, so can you. And if you want to do something about the people who put him in that chair—temporarily—then you need to pull it in and focus.”
“I know.” Peabody drew a deep breath, straightened her shoulders. “I can handle it.”
“Good, then get started by handling the coffee.”
She walked back out, stopped cold when she saw Feeney in her office doorway. His face was a picture of misery, sorrow, and fury as he stared