The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [334]
“You agreed to give me ten minutes,” Roarke reminded her. “I’ll take it now.”
Eve shrugged. “A deal’s a deal.”
“Caro, is there somewhere private I could have a few moments with Reva?”
“Yes. You could use my office. I’ll just show you—”
“I know where it is.” Turning her back on Caro, Reva stalked away. The ensuing silence was punctuated by the violent slamming of a door.
“I’m very sorry.” Caro sat again, folded her hands in her lap. “She’s understandably upset.”
“Sure.” Eve glanced at her wrist unit. Ten minutes was all Roarke was going to get.
In Caro’s office, with its streamlined D and C center on top of an antique rosewood desk, Reva stood as rigid as a blindfolded prisoner awaiting execution. “I’m so angry with her, with you. With every fucking thing.”
“Well, there’s a bulletin. Why don’t you sit down, Reva?”
“I don’t want to sit down. I’m not going to sit down. I want to punch something, kick something. Break something.”
“Do what you need to do.” His tone was bored, a verbal shrug that caused embarrassed color to rise up and join the flush of Reva’s temper. “That’s between you and Caro, as these are her things. When you’ve finished your tantrum, you can sit down and we’ll talk like reasonable adults.”
“I’ve always hated that about you.”
“What’s that?” he asked and took a slow drag on his cigarette.
“That control of yours. That ice you use instead of blood in your veins.”
“Ah, that. The lieutenant can tell you there are times when even my astonishing control and marvelously even temper fails. No one snaps our composure quite like someone we love.”
“I didn’t say you had an even temper, marvelous or otherwise,” she said dryly. “There’s no one scarier, or meaner. Or kinder.” Her breath hitched, forcing her to take a gulp of air, or sob. “I know you have to fire me, and that you’re going to try to do it gently. I’m not angry about that. I can’t blame you for that. If it makes things easier, less messy, I’ll resign.”
He took another drag, then tapped the cigarette out in the little crystal dish he’d brought in with him. “Why would I need to fire you?”
“I’ve been charged with murder, for God’s sake. I’m out on bail, the kind of bail that’s going to require me to sell my house and nearly everything else I own. I’m wearing this.”
She shot out a hand, her fingers fisted tight below the dull silver tracking bracelet on her wrist.
“I suppose it’s too much to ask for them to make those things even remotely stylish.”
At the comment, she could only stare at him. “They know if I walk outside to go to the corner deli. They know I’m upset right now because they can read my pulse rate. It’s just a prison without the cage.”
“I know it, Reva. I’m sorry for it. But the cage could be worse, a great deal worse. You’re not to sell your house, or anything else. I’ll lend you the money. Shut up,” he ordered even as she opened her mouth. “You’ll take it because I’m telling you to take it. It’s an investment for me. And when this is cleared up and you’re exonerated, I’ll have it back. Then you’ll work off what I consider a fair interest on the loan.”
She did sit down, dropping onto the little love seat beside him. “You have to fire me.”
“You’re telling me how to run my own business now?” His tone was cold, deliberately so. “However valued an employee you are, I don’t take orders from you.”
She leaned forward, elbows on knees, and covered her face with her hands. “If this is for friendship—”
“Partially, of course. The friendship and affection I have for you and for Caro. It’s also a matter of you being a very important part of Securecomp. And aside from that, I believe you’re innocent, and trust my wife to prove it.”
“She’s almost as scary as you.”
“And she can be more so, in certain areas.”
“How could I be so stupid!” Her voice was wavering again, tears shimmering in it. “How could I be such a fool?”
“You weren’t stupid. You loved