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“Yes.”

Nixie looked into Eve’s eyes, nodded gravely. “I can do the coffee. I know how.”

“That’d be good. I take mine black.”

When Nixie went into the kitchen, Eve grabbed the blanket off her sleep chair, tossed it over the board. Then she pressed her hands to her face.

The day, she thought, was already sucking large.

13

“THAT WAS JUST WEIRD.” EVE WENT STRAIGHT to her desk to check any incomings the minute Summerset led Nixie out of the office.

Roarke poured the last of the coffee from the pot into his cup before he rose. “Spending twenty minutes over breakfast is considered fairly normal in some primitive societies.”

“And now I’m behind.” She scanned the ME reports on Knight and Preston, the preliminaries on the security and electronics on the safe house. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

“Let me see what I’ve got for you first.”

“Roarke? She saw the board.”

“Bloody hell. When—”

“I told Summerset to send her up, so I can’t even blame him. I wasn’t thinking—was just a little annoyed that I was going to have to deal with her before I got to work. And then—” She shook her head. “By the time I thought of it, hauled ass up here, it was too late.”

He set the coffee down, forgot it. “How did she handle it?”

“She’s got more spine than you’d expect from a kid. But she’s not going to forget it—ever. I’ll need to tell Mira.” With no other target handy, she kicked her desk. “Shit, shit, shit! How could I be that stupid?”

No need to ask how Eve was handling it, he thought. “It’s not your fault, or not exclusively. It’s on all of us. We’re not used to having a child in the house. I didn’t think of it either. She might have wandered in here last night when she was coming up to see me. I never gave it a thought.”

“We’re supposed to be smarter than this, aren’t we? You know, responsible?”

“I suppose we are.” And he wondered just how hard he’d be kicking himself if Nixie had come through Eve’s office to come to him the night before. “Still it is a bit like diving straight into the pool without learning first how to swim a bloody stroke.”

“We need to get her with the Dysons, with people who know what they’re doing with a nine-year-old girl. She’s already got a cargo ship of issues she’ll have to work through. I don’t want to add to them.”

“You’ll want them here and that’s fine,” he said before she could speak. “The sooner the better, I’d say, for her sake.”

“I’ll put a call through to them, ask them to meet me at Central.”

“Let me get you the search results from last night.”

He moved into his office, called for the results on screen and on disc. “Nineteen names,” he mused. “More than you might expect, I’d think. Natural causes would cut that back considerably, but . . .”

“A lot of names.” She turned to study the wall screen. “Five that cross with both of them. The Swishers weren’t the first,” she said again. “No way I buy that. I’ll take these in, give them a run.”

“I can help you out in . . . later,” he decided when he checked the time. “I’m behind myself. I’ve work I have to get to here, then I have some meetings in midtown starting at nine.”

“You said you’d work from here.”

“No, I said we’d argue about it this morning.” He reached out, skimmed a finger down her chin. “My work can’t stop anymore than yours, Lieutenant—and if someone’s paying attention, they might wonder why I’m hunkered down here when I should be out and about. I’ll promise you to be careful, very. No unnecessary chances.”

“We might have different definitions of unnecessary chances.”

“Not so very much. Come here.”

“I am here.”

“A bit closer than that.” With a laugh he yanked her forward, into his arms. “I’ll worry about you, you worry about me.” He rubbed his cheek to hers. “And we’re even.”

“You let something happen to yourself, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Ditto.”

Since she had to be satisfied with that, Eve fought the traffic downtown. Even the sky seemed more crowded this morning, jammed with sky trams and airbuses and the traffic copters that struggled to keep things moving.

However quicker they claimed it was to use the sky routes, she