The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [227]
“Were you interested in hearing Donnie Ray play?”
A smile ghosted around her mouth. “I might have enjoyed that, if that was all. But it was clear that he had hopes for more. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I can’t bear to bruise a heart.”
“And what about yours? How does your relationship with your brother sit on your heart?”
“I can’t—won’t discuss that with you.” She sat straight again, folded her hands.
“Who made the decision that you’d be sterilized, Piper?”
“You go too far.”
“Do I? You’re twenty-eight years old.” She pushed because she’d seen Piper’s lips tremble. “And you’ve eliminated the chance to have children because you can’t risk conceiving one with your own brother. You’ve been in therapy for years. You’ve been cut off from developing a relationship with another man. You conceal the relationship you do have, paid a blackmailer to insure it continued to be concealed because incest is a dark and shameful secret.”
“You can’t possibly understand.”
“Oh yes, I can.” But she’d been forced, Eve reminded herself. She’d been a child. She’d had no choice. “I know what you’re living with.”
“I love him! If it’s wrong, if it’s shameful, if it’s wretched, that doesn’t change. He’s my life.”
“Then why are you afraid?” Eve leaned forward. “Why are you so afraid that you’ll cover for him even when you wonder if he’s killed? Anything for true love? You let Holloway prey on your clients, and that makes you the same as a pimp for an unlicensed whore.”
“No, we did our best to find him like-minded women.”
“And when you didn’t, and they complained, you paid them off,” Eve finished. “Is that what you wanted to do, or was it Rudy?”
“It was business. Rudy understands the business better than me.”
“Is that how you live with it? Or maybe neither one of you could live with it anymore. Was he with you the night Donnie Ray was killed? Can you look at me and swear he was with you all that night?”
“Rudy couldn’t hurt anyone. He couldn’t.”
“Are you so sure, so sure, you’ll risk another death? If not tonight, then tomorrow.”
“Whoever is killing these people is insane—vicious, cruel, and insane. If I thought it could be Rudy, I couldn’t live. We’re part of each other, so it would be in me the way it’s in him. I couldn’t live.” She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t stand any more of this. I won’t talk to you. If you accuse Rudy, you accuse me, and I won’t talk to you.”
Eve rose, but paused by the chair for a moment. “You’re not half of a whole, Piper, whatever he’s told you. If you want a way out, I know someone who can help you.”
Though she felt it was a useless attempt, she took one of her own cards and noted Dr. Mira’s name and number on the back. She left it on the arm of the chair and walked away.
Her emotions were in upheaval when she got into her car. She took a moment to settle them, then glanced at her wrist unit. Not much time, she mused, but enough.
She used her personal porta-’link rather than her car unit and tagged Nadine.
“What do you want, Dallas? I’m under the gun here. The press conference is in an hour.”
“Meet me at the D and D, bring your crew. Fifteen minutes.”
“I can’t—”
“Yeah, you can.” Eve broke transmission and drove downtown.
She’d picked the Down and Dirty Club partly for sentiment, partly because it would be fairly private on a midweek afternoon. And the proprietor was a friend who would see that she wasn’t hassled.
“What you doing here, white girl?” Crack, all six and a half feet of him, grinned at her. His face was dark and homely, his scalp recently shaved and oiled to a mirror gleam. He sported a vest of peacock feathers, leathers so snug she wondered his balls weren’t bruised, and shin-breaking boots in cherry red.
“Got a meet,” she told him and did a quick scan of the club.