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Eve spotted the head sweeper still in her white protective gear and headed that way. “And we go back to access. Who had reason to be up here last night? CSI Yee.” “
New character. CSI Yee, head sweeper .
Zelda Diller, administrative assistant to
Bolton Singer's Admin. Zelda
project supervisor Paul Geraldi.
Singer project, head construction manager
my youngest boy, who
Audio version says "my youngest son"
I’ll hit on Roarke for it.”
Audio says "I'll hit up Roarke for it" instead of "hit on Roarke"
I’m Sheridon Fitzwalter, Mrs. Bolton
She drew them out, put them in the container. Still wearing the goggles, she studied them. “But I’ve got Harvo, the fucking Queen of Hair and Fiber.”
You may not have known me half your life, but that’s a pretty good take on my current thinking.” “Who says we didn’t know each other for half, and more, of another life?” “Irish woo-woo.” But she didn’t object when he gave her hand a squeeze. “
Everyone, this is Roarke, and Lieutenant Dallas. Our youngest, Kincade, Layla on keyboards, Harmony on drums, our son-in-law, Justin, on bass guitar, and our dancer, Marvi. Bolt?
The Singer family.
We could just have pizza and—” “No.” He slid the PPC back into his pocket and took her hand. “A long, hard day deserves a meal.” “Pizza is a meal.” “Not tonight it isn’t.”
“Do you ever get tired of doing all that?” She gestured to the table. “And nagging me to eat something?” “Yes. But we all have our crosses to bear, don’t we?” “
He poured her wine, poured a second glass for himself. Spoke very pleasantly. “Are you trying to annoy me so I’ll say bugger it and leave you alone?” She stuck her hands in her pockets, stepped back to evaluate a section of her board. “Maybe.” “Do you think it’ll work?” “I could make it work.” But she turned around, walked to the table. “But then I’d spend time pissing you off instead of just eating the damn pork chops, then getting back to work.” “Aren’t you the clever one?” She sat, giving him the steely eye as she picked up her wine. Because, damn it, she wanted some wine, and maybe a
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“Don’t say it’s your job. Not to me. It’s your calling, your passion, your bloody destiny. And I’ve found another part of mine is doing what I can do to help you. It matters to me that I can.” “It matters to me that you will.”
You can stop playing her legal rep.” “Now I’m a lawyer? How many ways can you insult the man you love?” “I’ve got more when I need them. Do I get that name?
He just smiled. “You’ve learned to live with a former criminal, haven’t you, darling Eve?”
It’s as innate for you, Lieutenant, to hold that legal line as it is for me to slip a toe over it. Then again, one could argue, if one must, I … stumbled upon some of the information while conducting an authorized search.” “Stumble, my ass. When it comes to cyber shit, you wouldn’t stumble if somebody shoved you over a trip wire.” “That’s sweet of you. We’ll say one thing led to another.”
Before Eve answered, she heard a rustling, then saw Jake Kincade, rock star and Nadine’s bedmate, prop his chin on Nadine’s shoulder. He had purple streaks through his midnight waves, and a sleep crease in his left cheek. He sent Eve a sleepy smile. “Hey, Dallas.” “Hey. Ah, sorry to wake you up or interrupt.” “Avenue A had a gig out here,” Nadine said, “so…” “And it looks like your workday’s starting early, Lois.” Jake kissed Nadine’s shoulder. “I’ll order breakfast.” When he rolled out of bed, Eve had a very clear view of his excellent naked ass backlit by Seattle. “Huh. Nice,” Eve decided as
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Jake and Nadine in bed in Seatle. Eve sees Jake's naked butt and thinks excellent and nice
You talk about cases with her?” “She offers interesting perspectives. I can’t shut what I do away from her, so we talk, and I explain. Often that sparks something, shows me another approach.” DeWinter’s eyes turned cool. “You don’t approve?” Eve lifted a hand for peace. “I don’t know anything about kids. She threw me off, that’s all. Maybe part of that’s because she had the same take I do about the clones. About the Avrils and the rest.” “
Harvo looked through a microscope while she tapped her blue-tipped fingers on a mini pad. Over her head, codes and symbols, maybe equations—who knew?—covered a screen. She wore white baggies and a white sleeveless tee—tame for her, if you discounted the figure of a woman on the back of her shirt flying through what appeared to be a meteor storm above the planet. She tapped her feet, one, then the other, so her glittery blue toes sparkled through the clear boots. Blue, Eve assumed, ranked as color of the day, since Harvo had gone for it with her short, spiky hair. She shifted, swiveled. Eve
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You didn’t! You did! I can smell it!” Bouncing in the seat, Peabody opened the bag and inhaled lavishly. “Jacko’s sticky bun!” “Don’t make me sorry. And don’t make me sorry I’m giving you five minutes—five—to blather on about tiles and counters and the rest of that crap. Five.” “Best partner ever.” Peabody sighed. “You have to take half of this. I’ll hate myself later if I eat it all. They’re huge.” If she hadn’t smelled them most of the morning, Eve could’ve said no. “A third. I’ll take a third. And your five minutes starts now.”
Eve stepped to the office door. “What happened to her usual admin?” “Oh, her daughter went into labor early this morning. It’s so exciting! I’m filling in for her for a few days.” Too bad it wouldn’t be longer, Eve thought. The chirp would get annoying fast, but the new one was an easy mark.
Mira's temp Admin. Regular Admin's daughter went into labor.
Let’s have some lunch.” Sincerely stunned, Eve watched Peabody go to her AutoChef and bring up the menu of choices. “Hey, you’ve got grilled rosemary chicken sands with pepper jack cheese. We should spring for fries with that.” When she punched through the shock, it hit her. “Are you playing Roarke?” “I can’t match the accent or the mmm sexy, but being your professional and platonic partner, I’m taking his lead. You need the boost if we’re going to kick some Russian gangster’s ass, and follow it up—soon—by kicking that fucking abuser’s ass. And I get one, too. That’s a good deal for me.”
That water feature. I wonder if I can build something like that.” Eve nearly stopped the car. “Build?” “It would be a fun project—maybe next spring. I’ve never built anything like that.” Peabody craned her neck as Eve drove past it. “I think I could.” “You baffle me, Peabody. Sometimes you just baffle the crap right out of me.”
a bigger sin than the theft.
Audio version says "a greater sin than the theft"
Some men can love with their heart, but their body wants more, and their mind allows this by believing it doesn’t matter. Or count. Or hurts no one. The mind lies.
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
She pulled in a breath, let it out slowly. “I have to ask. How much longer before we land?” “About five minutes.” He reached over, gave her hand a squeeze. “We’re coming into the rough part now.” “Coming into? Fuck me sideways.” “Let’s try that one once we’re home again.”
Roarke communicated with somebody, got clearance, and, after a couple of final, nasty shakes, they landed. “There now.” Eve held up a finger, then dropped her head between her knees. “Not gonna boot. Just need a second. Need my warrants, too. Need my goddamn warrants.” “And there, she’s rounding back already. You’re a bit pale yet,” he told her when she straightened. “But you’ll do.”
As Eve reached the top of the stairs, turned Singer around to restrain him, Elinor strode down the corridor to the right. “Take your hands off my son. Get out of my house.” She lifted the gun in her hand and fired. The bullet pinged off Eve’s topper. The impact—a solid punch with a sledgehammer—jerked her back, spun her to the left. As she reached for her own weapon, Roarke flew up the stairs. The second bullet struck closer to her hip. The pain stole her breath, had the edges of her vision blurring. Eve set her teeth, held her weapon steady. “
The old bitch shoots Eve
Fire again, you crazy bitch, and I’ll drop you. I’ve got it on low, but at your age, it’ll put you in ICU, I swear to fucking God.” “You broke into my house. I will defend myself.” “I’m a police officer. I have a warrant. Drop that weapon, or I drop you. Last chance.” Eve held out her free hand to stop Roarke from shoving in front of her, and for five humming seconds they faced off. Elinor let the gun fall to the thick rug. “I should have aimed for your head.” “Yeah, your mistake.”
She muttered a curse as, restraints aside, Singer ran. “I’ve got him,” Roarke told her and had him in hand, face against the wall, in under four feet. “
I need to take the weapon into evidence. I need something to put it in.” “Field kit in the cargo area,” Roarke told her. “You never miss.”
Roarke never misses. Has Eve's field kit ever ready in each vehicle
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.”
This is going to go long,” she told Roarke. “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.”
Roarke and Reo joke about there should be popcorn in Observation
She is, yes. She tried to take you from me. My heart stopped, just an instant. Even as I was moving, there was no breath in me.” “She tried, she failed. You gave me magic. You’re not an Irish thug, but even if you were, I’d love you anyway.” Such was her fatigue she didn’t hear Peabody clomping to her office until she heard her partner’s: “Awww!” “Shut up, Peabody.” But she kept holding on. Titles by J. D. Robb Naked in Death Glory in Death Immortal in Death Rapture in Death Ceremony in Death Vengeance in Death Holiday in Death Conspiracy in Death Loyalty in Death Witness in Death Judgment
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