The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [409]
Wheezing, eyes huge, he went still as she tipped it against his throat. “Scared, you bastard? Different on the other end, isn’t it? Move the wrong way, and you’re dead. What did you say? Within three minutes? I’ll just sit here and watch you die, like you watched all those people die.”
“Don’t.” It was a rusty croak. “I’m choking. Can’t get air.”
“I could put you out of your misery.” She smiled as his eyes wheeled in his head. “But it’s just too damn easy. You want to live forever, Waverly? You can live forever in a fucking cage.”
She started to climb off him, sighed once. “I just have to,” she muttered, and rammed one short-armed jab into his face.
She was just pulling herself to her feet when the doors swung open. “Well.” She swiped the back of her hand across her swollen mouth. “The gang’s all here.” Cautiously, she turned the syringe upside down. “You might want to seal this, Peabody, poison precautions, it’s lethal. Hey, Roarke, you’re bleeding.”
He stepped to her, gently wiped her lip with his thumb. “You, too.”
“Good thing we’re in a health center, huh? Ruined that fancy coat.”
Now he grinned. “You, too.”
“Told ya. Feeney, you can interview me when you clean up this mess. Somebody ought to take a look at Louise. He must have sedated her. She slept through this whole thing. And pick up Rosswell, would you? Waverly rolled over on him.”
“It’ll be a pleasure. Anybody else?”
“Cagney and Vanderhaven, who happen to be in the city, according to Dr. Death here. There’ll be more, here and there.” She glanced back where Waverly lay unconscious. “He’ll give it up. He’s got no balls at all.” She picked up her clutch piece, stuck it in her back pocket. “We’re going home.”
“Good work, Dallas.”
For a moment, her eyes were absolutely bleak, then she grinned, shrugged. “Yeah. What the hell.” Sliding her arm around Roarke, she walked away.
“Peabody.”
“Captain?”
“Get Commander Whitney out of bed.”
“Sir?”
“Tell him Captain Feeney respectfully requests his administrative ass on-scene here as soon as possible.”
Peabody cleared her throat. “Is it okay if I rephrase that slightly?”
“Just get him here.” With that, Feeney walked over to take a look at Dallas’s good work.
She was dead asleep when the ’link beeped. For perhaps the first time in her life, she simply rolled over and ignored it. When Roarke shook her shoulder, she just grunted and yanked the cover over her head.
“I’m sleeping here.”
“You just had a call from Whitney. He wants you in his office at Central in an hour.”
“Shit. That can’t be good.” Resigned, she pushed the covers back, sat up. “The test results and evaluation can’t be in yet. It’s too early. Goddamn it, Roarke. I’m busted.”
“Let’s go in and find out.”
She shook her head, dragged herself out of bed. “This isn’t for you.”
“You aren’t going in alone. Pull yourself together, Eve.”
She bit down on the despair, rolled back her shoulders, and looked at him. He was already in a business suit, his hair shining and sleek. The bruise on his cheekbone had nearly faded away with treatment, but the shadow of it added just a hint of the dangerous.
“How come you already are?”
“Because staying in bed half the morning unless sex is involved is a waste of time. Since you didn’t appear to be cooperative in that area, I started my day with coffee instead. Stop stalling and go take your shower.”
“Okay, fine, great.” She stalked into the bathroom so they could worry in different rooms.
She refused breakfast. He didn’t press. But as he drove downtown, she reached for his hand. He held it until he’d parked at Central and turned to her.
“Eve.” He cupped her face, relieved that though she was pale, she didn’t tremble. “Remember who you are.”
“I’m working on it. I’ll be all right. You can wait here.”
“Not a chance.”
“Okay.” She took a bracing breath. “Let’s do it.”
They rode in silence. As cops piled off and on the elevator from floor to floor, gazes flickered toward her, then away. There was nothing to be said, and no way to say it.
Her stomach rolled as she stepped off, but her legs