The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [662]
“Mrs. Halloway—”
“I only tell you that so you might understand why he might have said or done the things he said or did when he was in such terrible trouble.”
“Mrs. Halloway, I don’t need an explanation. Kevin was ill, very ill, and none of what happened after they infected him was any fault of his.”
“It’s good to hear you say that. I heard the statements this morning. Both of them. I wasn’t sure if yours was just the departmental line, or if you meant it.”
“I did mean it. Every word of it.”
Colleen nodded. Her lips trembled once, then firmed. “I know what you did to try to save Kevin. I know you risked your own life to do so. And I know,” she continued as Eve started to speak, “that you’ll say you were doing your job. That’s what all of you say. But I want to thank you first as a mother, just as a mother.”
Her eyes swam and though she blinked to fight the tears, one spilled out and trailed down her cheek. “And I want to thank you for Kevin. Please . . . let me finish.”
Still she had to stop for a moment, clear her throat. “My son was proud to be a police officer. He believed in what that stood for, respected it, and gave his best. They might have taken that from him as well as his life if not for you. If not for you, his captain, his commander, his fellow officers . . . that pride and respect might have been taken from him. Instead . . .”
She reached into a small black purse and took out her son’s badge. “Instead, there’s honor. I’ll never forget it.” She leaned forward now, her expression intense. “Stop them. You will stop them.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll stop them.”
With a nod, Colleen leaned back again. “I’ve kept you long enough. I’m sure you have a great deal of work. I think I’d like to sit here in the light, for a little while.”
Eve rose and went to the door. Then she turned and said what was on her mind. “Mrs. Halloway? He must have been awfully proud of you, too.”
Again those lips curved, just a little. Again a single tear spilled down her cheek.
Eve slipped out and closed the door.
She was nearly to the stairs when Franco swooped up. Chang scurried in her wake like a pet dog. “We’ll talk now.”
When she headed for the privacy room, Eve caught her arm. “Mrs. Halloway’s in there.”
The impatience on Franco’s face faded. Her one last glance at the door was full of sympathy. Then that faded as well as she strode down the hallway, pushed her way into another room.
It was some sort of office, manned at the moment by a young woman at a gleaming wooden breakfront that had been modeled into a workstation.
“I need this space,” Franco snapped. “You’ll have to leave.”
Eve lifted her brows as the girl scrambled out. Franco was a woman who went where she wanted when she wanted. Eve admired the trait.
When Chang closed the door behind them, Franco launched into the attack. “You were instructed to use the official statement when responding to the media. We can’t waste time and resources running along behind you and clearing up the mess.”
“Then you’d better try to keep up. I got a heads up minutes before the latest statement from Purity was to be aired. I responded to said statement as I deemed appropriate.”
“It’s not your place to deem what is an appropriate response to the media.” This came from Chang, in clipped tones. “It’s my job to tell you what’s appropriate in this area.”
“The last time I looked I don’t answer to you, and should that day ever come, I’ll retire.”
“Chief Tibble ordered you to cooperate,” he reminded her. “Yet you refuse to accept the bookings that were arranged for maximum spin and effect. And now you issue your own statement without clearance. A statement that speaks not just for you, Lieutenant, but for the department. This is not acceptable.”
“If the chief or my commander determines I’ve done or said the unacceptable, then they can