The In Death Collection Books 21-25 - J. D. Robb [373]
“I can’t be in your place as I don’t have a fat, knocked-up ass to sit on. Yeah, you asked me for a major, and if you want me to come through on it, you’ll sit down, shut up, and let me work. Bitch.”
There was a second moment of humming silence as color flooded into Mavis’s face. Then she jerked up her chin. “That’s über bitch to you.” Now she sat, and the room seemed to sigh in relief. “I’m sorry.” Mavis pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. “I’m sorry. Multiple apologies all around. Don’t make me go home. Please.” She dropped her hands. “Please give me something to do.”
“You can write up the time line from my notes for my report. And you can make coffee.”
“Okay. Okay.”
“I could make the coffee.” Leonardo glanced at Mavis. “I’d like something to do, too.”
Mavis reached for his hand, then pressed it to her cheek. “Maybe you could make me one of your special breakfast frappés.” When he leaned down to kiss her, she took his wide face in her hands. “You’re the best thing that ever was, and I’m so sorry.”
“Now that we’ve all kissed and made up…” Eve began.
“I haven’t kissed you yet. Or you,” Mavis added with a flirty smile for Roarke.
He responded by crossing to her and brushing his lips over hers.
“Maybe we could all get something done,” Eve finished. “Roarke, I’ll pass McNab on to you as soon as they get here. Leonardo, make the coffee strong and black.” Eve rose as the men moved in opposite directions, then rolled her auxiliary computer to where Mavis sat.
“Thanks for calling me a bitch. I needed it.”
“Anytime.”
“Dallas, would you tell me what you know?”
Eve ran through it briefly while she set up the comp so Mavis could work.
“You found out so much already, so much I didn’t know. I guess Tandy and I were always talking about now, and tomorrow. She didn’t go into yesterday. Do you think…maybe do you think she and the baby’s father got together? Maybe they’re just taking a couple days alone?”
“I’m going to try to contact him again. We’ll find out.”
“Dallas? Whatever happens with this, I want you to know I’m really grateful. And I love you.”
Eve laid a hand briefly on Mavis’s shoulder. “No mushy stuff while I’m doing cop work. Timeline.”
“I’m all over it.”
Eve went back to her desk to try Aaron Applebee again. With a glance toward Mavis, she put the transmission on privacy mode.
And this time he answered.
“Applebee here.”
“Lieutenant Dallas, New York Police and Security. You’ve been tough to track down, Mr. Applebee.”
“I’ve been on assignment in Glasgow. Just got in.” He rubbed a hand over a face that was shadowed by several days’ worth of light brown beard. “Who did you say you were?”
“Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. NYPSD.”
“Well, good morning, and I’m baffled. What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me the last time you had contact with Tandy Willowby.”
“Tandy?” His face changed in a fingersnap. Eve would have said what came into it was a burst of hope. “You’ve seen Tandy. Is she there? In New York. I never would have thought…She’s had the baby. She’s all right? They’re all right? Oh, God, I can get a shuttle and be there in a few hours.”
“Mr. Applebee, you’re the father of the child Ms. Willowby’s carrying?”
“Yes, yes. Of course. Carrying? You said carrying?” Another flash of hope lit his face even as his voice trembled. “I’m not too late.”
“You claim you didn’t know she was living in New York.”
“No, she—we—It’s complicated. What do you mean ‘was’?”
“Ms. Willowby’s been missing since Thursday evening.”
“Missing? I don’t understand what you mean by missing. Wait, wait a bloody minute.”
She could see him shift, sit down, struggle to orient himself. “How do you know she’s been missing since Thursday?”
“She left work at six P.M. on that evening. She did not return to her residence. She didn’t keep appointments. She hasn’t contacted her midwife, her employer, or her friends. I’m investigating.”
“She’s pregnant. She’s due any time now. Have