The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [576]
“People tend to get cross when someone threatens to pull their brains out of their nostrils.”
“You’d think they’d give me points for creativity. I’m too wired.” She shook herself as they headed toward her division. “Damn chemicals. You take the hospital, check in on Summerset. Talk the e-talk with Feeney, and I’ll cut through the rest. Do you need me to find you a space?”
“I’ll manage.”
“Dallas!” Celina sprang off a bench. “I’ve been waiting. They said you were on your way in. You haven’t answered your voice or e-mail.”
“Been busy. Getting to it.”
“Peabody.” She clamped a hand over Eve’s arm.
“She’s holding. I’m really pressed, Celina. I can give you a few minutes in my office. You set?” she asked Roarke.
“I am, yes. I’ll meet you out here.”
“I’m sorry.” Celina pushed her hands through her luxurious hair. “I’m upset.”
“We all are,” Roarke told her. “It was a long, difficult night.”
“I know. I saw . . .”
“Let’s take it in here.” She led the way into her office, shut the door. “Have a seat.” Though she knew caffeine wasn’t the best idea at the moment, she wanted coffee. Ordered two. “What did you see?”
“The attack. On Peabody. God, I was in the tub. Hot bath before bed to relax me for today. I saw her walking—sidewalk, buildings. He—he just leaped out at her. It was like a blur, and the next thing I know I’m floundering around in the tub like a damn trout. I tried to contact you.”
“I was already in the field, and went straight to the hospital. I haven’t gotten to a lot of my messages.”
“He knocked her down. He was kicking her, and she was fighting him. He hurt her. It was terrible. For a minute, I thought she was dead, but—”
“She’s not. She’s holding.”
Celina clutched the coffee in both hands. “She’s not like the others. I don’t understand.”
“I do. Just tell me what you saw. I want the details.”
“They’re not clear. It’s so damn frustrating.” She set the mug down with a snap. “I talked to Dr. Mira, but she won’t budge on the time element for the next session. I wanted to go under immediately. I know, I know I’d see more. But I saw—I heard—screaming, shouting, and he threw Peabody down. I saw him jump into . . . It was a van. I’m sure it was a van. Dark. But everything seemed dark. He was hurt. There was pain.”
“She got to her weapon.”
“Oh. Good. Good. He was afraid. I feel . . . it’s hard to explain it, but I feel it. His fear. And not just of being seen, or caught, but of something else. More. Of not finishing? I want to know, I want to help. Can you convince Dr. Mira?”
“She won’t budge for you, she won’t for me.” Sitting on her desk, Eve tapped her fingers on her knee. “If I could get a personal item from someone I believe was a victim, a previous victim, would you get anything from it?”
“Very possibly.” Excitement shone in Celina’s eyes as she leaned forward. “It’s more what I do. That connection. If I could link, I might see something.”
“I’ll work on that. I don’t know if I can be there for your session today. We’ve caught a break and I’m following it through. The witnesses from last night got a pretty good look at him.”
“Thank God. If you can identify him, this will be over. Thank God.”
“I’ll work on getting you something as soon as I can.”
“Anytime. Absolutely anytime. I’ll come in as soon as you want me. I’m sick about Peabody, Dallas. Just sick about it.”
Some time during the endless night, McNab dropped off in the chair beside Peabody’s bed. He’d lowered the guard so he could reach her more easily, and when fatigue won, he rested his head beside her breast with his hand under the sheet and linked with hers.
He didn’t know what woke him—the pings of the monitors, the shuffle of feet outside the room, the light that spilled through the window. But he lifted his head, winced with the crick in his neck, rubbing it out as he studied her face.
They hadn’t yet treated the bruising, and it broke his heart to see her face so damaged. It twisted his belly to see her so still.
“It’s morning.” He cleared the worst of the hoarseness from his voice. “Morning, baby.