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“Mackie. I’ll get him.” “Yeah, do that. But who owns it? Who’s in charge of the project?” “Um. You are.” Eve looked into Darlie’s big, puzzled green eyes. And said, “Crap.”
“You got it. If you need to go down to her? I gotta fix you into a safety harness. The old stairs collapsed even before we took down the building. I don’t trust the supports, and the street-level building below is just as bad—condemned for good reason. This was a shit-ass job. Sorry, sorry. I’m upset.” “Shit-ass jobs upset me, too.”
That got a smile. “Heard you were okay. Figured you’d be because the big boss, he’s okay. No shit-ass jobs when you do a job for Roarke. You do quality, or you get the boot.” “She’s the same,” Peabody told him, and earned another smile.
“Caro, sorry. You need to get him.” Always efficient, Caro merely nodded. “One moment.” As the screen switched to holding blue, Eve considered she’d have gotten exactly the same response in exactly the same tone from Caro whether Roarke sat alone at his desk enjoying a cup of coffee or ran a meeting involving the purchase of Greenland. She didn’t think Roarke could actually buy Greenland, but if he could, if he was planning on it, Caro’s response would have been the polite: One moment.
“Did Mr. Delgato ever have visitors?” “He never came in with anybody. Nobody ever came in and asked for him. He was a sad story, miss, ma’am, officer.” “Lieutenant,” Eve and Koby said together.
“If she gets sloppy, I need you to be Peabody again. You go soft.”
“All right.” “You lean that way anyhow.” As do you, he thought as they walked up to the door, or notifications wouldn’t be so hard.
“I expect that fine dining and good bottle of red as my reward.” “Sounds fair.” “Perhaps I sold myself too cheap.” That earned a smirk. “That’ll be the day.”
“You want me to help you?” Peabody started to reach her hands toward his. Then she slammed her palms on the table as she lurched up. “You want me to help you? You spineless prick of a slug stain. You greedy, brainless ball of pus. You smashed a harmless, helpless woman’s skull in, exploited a desperate addict, then pumped a drug into him so you could string him up without getting your pampered hands dirty.” While Eve watched with pride swelling in her heart, Peabody rounded the table to push her face in his. “How many others have you killed so you could buy your fancy suits and screw around on
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Eve decided having cookies with a Russian gangster (retired) on his patio while he bounced a couple of kids on his knees went down as one of the strangest interludes of her career.
“Men always like younger women.” The sour tone had Eve glancing over. “McNab’s only got a couple years on you.” “Because we’re both young. But say when we hit like fifty, he could start eyeballing twenty-year-olds. Of course, if he does, I’ll spoon out his eyeballs and keep them in a glass box on the mantel. That’ll stop that shit.” “I like that one. I’m keeping that one in reserve.”
As Eve pulled out the kit, Elinor spoke coldly. “You will pay for this.” “Sister, I get paid for this. But for this one, I’d do it for free.”
“And should be quite a show. One I wouldn’t miss. There should be popcorn in Observation.”
Now Reo tapped her mug to his. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said that.”
