The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [705]
“It’s rougher when it’s kids. I should’ve thought of that before I asked you to do the walk-through.”
“I’m not green.” He whirled around, his face lit with fury. “I’m not so soft in the belly I can’t . . . Ah, fuck me.” He broke off, ran his hands through his hair.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Obviously alarmed, she crossed over quickly, rubbed his back. “What gives?”
“They were sleeping.” Christ Jesus, would that single thing always sicken him the most? “They were innocent. They had what children are supposed to have. Love and comfort and security. And I looked in those rooms, saw their blood, and it tears at me. Tears at my gut. Tears at the years between. I never think of it. Why should I, goddamn it.”
She didn’t ask of what, not when she could see it on his face. Had it only been a short time ago he’d told her he hated to see her look sad? How could she tell him what it did to her guts to see him look devastated?
“Maybe we should sit down a minute.”
“Bloody hell. Bloody buggering hell.” He stalked to the door, booted it closed. “You can’t forget it, but you can live with it. And I have. I do. It doesn’t beat at me as it does you.”
“So maybe when it does, it’s worse.”
He leaned back against the door, stared at her. “I see myself lying in a puddle of my own blood and puke and piss after he beat me unconscious. And yet here I am, aren’t I? Damn good suit, big house, a wife I love more than life. He left me there, probably for dead. Didn’t even bother to throw me away as he had my mother. I wasn’t worth the trouble. Why should I give a damn about that now? But I wonder, what in God’s name is the purpose, Eve? What is the purpose when I come to this, and those children are dead? When the one who’s left has nothing and no one?”
“You don’t deal the cards,” she said carefully. “You just play them. Don’t do this to yourself.”
“I cheated and stole and connived my way to what I have, or to the base of it in any case. It wasn’t an innocent lying in that alley.”
“Bullshit. That’s just bullshit.”
“I’d have killed him.” His eyes weren’t devastated now, but winter cold. “If someone hadn’t done it before me, when I was older and stronger I’d have gone for him. I’d have finished him. Can’t change that either. Well.” He sighed, heavily. “This is useless.”
“It’s not. You don’t think it’s useless when I flood it on you. I like your dick, Roarke, like it fine. But it’s irritating when you think with it.”
He opened his mouth, hissed out a breath just before a choked laugh. “It’s irritating when you point it out. All right then, let’s finish this out with me telling you I went to Philadelphia today.”
“What the hell for?” She snapped it out. “I told you I needed to know where you were.”
“I wasn’t going to mention it, and not to spare myself your wrath, Lieutenant. I wasn’t going to mention it because it was a waste of time. I’d thought I could fix it—I’m good at fixing, or buying off if fixing won’t work. I went to see Grant Swisher’s stepsister. To talk to her about stepping in for Nixie, now that the legal guardianship’s been voided. She couldn’t be less interested.”
He sat now, on the arm of a chair. “I decided to make all this my concern. Magnanimous of me.”
“Shut up. Nobody rips on you but me.” She stepped to him, caught his face in her hands, kissed him. “And I’m not because—even being pissed off about you taking an unscheduled trip—I’m proud that you’d try to help. I wouldn’t have thought of doing it.”
“I’d have bought her off, if that had been an option. Money fixes all sorts of problems, and why have so bloody much if you can’t buy what you like? Such as a nice family for a little girl. I’d already eliminated the grandparents—found the grandfather, by the way—on my high moral grounds. But the one left, the one I hand-selected, wouldn’t fall in.”
“If she doesn’t want the kid, the kid’s better off somewhere else.”
“I know it. I might’ve been