The In Death Collection Books 21-25 - J. D. Robb [280]
“That must’ve been a disappointment.” Eve turned back as Peabody came in with fresh coffee, kept her face neutral. “You had to think fast after it was done.”
“Thought about just running. But I kept my head. Probably shouldn’t have taken the sweater and stuff.” Marnie glanced down at the sweater, smiled. “But I couldn’t resist. Should’ve waited, gotten them later. But it was spur of the moment.”
“You knew the room next door was empty.”
“Yeah. The maid mentioned it. Thought we might want to take that room so we could be next door to each other. No, thank you. The window wasn’t locked on it, otherwise I’d have had to clean up on the escape platform, change, and walk around, go in the front. Crappy hotel, crappy security. Didn’t figure anyone would look next door. I left a trail leading down the escape. Open window, dead woman, blood trail. I was careful.”
“Not half bad,” Eve agreed. “You shouldn’t have pushed it. You should’ve let Bobby find her.”
“It was more fun the way I did it. You’ve got to get in a few kicks. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather when you and Roarke showed, though. Last people I expected to see come knocking on the old bitch’s door. Had to improvise.”
“You must’ve sweated some, having to leave the ’link, the weapon, the bloody towels next door while we went over the scene.”
“Some, yeah. But I figured if you found them, you still didn’t have reason to look at me. The business the next day was a little insurance. I get the stuff, head out, dump everything in different recyclers while I walk around, find the right spot. I used to live in New York. I knew that bar.”
“I knew that.”
Marnie snorted. “Come on.”
“You slipped up with the dogs, made the wrong comment. I had a homer on both of you that day. A little insurance for me.”
Marnie’s face went blank, then there was a snap of irritation before she shrugged. “Bobby slipped.”
“You’re in it this far, Marnie, and you’re going to get points for cooperating. Don’t start bullshitting me now. Trudy’s dead, and she’s got all that money. Bobby’s sitting between you and it. Boring Bobby.”
“You think this was about money? Money’s a little icing, but it’s not the cake. It’s payback. She deserved it, you know damn well she deserved it. Bobby’s an idiot, but he’s okay. If I gave him a little nudge, it was impulse, that’s all. Just a little something to keep you looking for the invisible man. And I tried to pull him back. I got witnesses.”
She sulked over her coffee. “Tally it up, why don’t you? You’ve got one dead blackmailer. And she hit me first. I destroyed the discs of the recording she had me make. All of them: I destroyed the copies of your file—as a favor. If I was after money, I could’ve come after you with them. But I didn’t, ’cause the way I saw it, she put us in the same boat back then. I could’ve waited, and screwed with Bobby when we were back in Texas. I’ve got nothing but time.”
“But you aren’t going back to Texas. Bali, isn’t it?”
A smile glimmered again. “I’m thinking about it. A lot of people she screwed with are going to be glad I took care of her. You ought to thank me. She messed with us, Dallas. Preyed on and played with us. You know it. You know she got what she deserved. We come from the same place, you and me. You’d have done the same thing.”
Eve thought of the way their eyes had met in the mirror. What she’d seen in Marnie’s. What she’d seen in her own. “That’s how you figure it.”
“That’s how it is. I’m not going down for this. Not when it comes out what she was, what she did. Assault, maybe. I do a couple years for that and the ID gambit. But murder? You can’t make that stick.”
“Watch me.” Eve pushed to her feet. “Marnie Ralston, you’re under arrest for the murder of Trudy Lombard. Further charges are attempted murder of Bobby Lombard. We’ll toss in the ID fraud, giving false statements to the police. You’ll do more than a couple years, Marnie. You’ve got my word on it.”
“Oh, cut the crap,” Marnie insisted. “Turn off the record, shove your partner out