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  And as he thought of her, he wondered how soon her mind would clear and snap back. How soon she’d realize why she’d encountered this ghost from her past.

  Once she did, he mused, and closed his hand over the button, she was going to be right pissed.

  Judging the time was right, he walked back to his desk, sat, buzzed his admin.

  “Caro, you can bring her in now.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  While he waited those last moments, he chained up what was inside him. What wanted the taste of blood and bone.

  She was what he’d expected from his research of her. What in some circles was called a handsome woman—big and bony, her hair freshly done, her face not unattractive and carefully enhanced.

  She wore a purple suit with bright gold buttons and a knee-length skirt. Good, sensible heels. Her scent was strong and rosy.

  He got to his feet, and though he remained in a position of power behind his desk, he offered a polite smile and his hand.

  “Ms. Lombard.” Smooth, he thought when her hand was in his. Soft and smooth, but he wouldn’t have said weak.

  “I so appreciate you taking a few minutes out of what I know must be a very busy schedule.”

  “Not at all. I’m always interested in meeting one of my wife’s… connections? Thank you, Caro.”

  He knew the brisk tone told his admin not to offer refreshment. She simply inclined her head, backed out. Shut the doors. “Please, have a seat.”

  “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Her voice and her eyes were bright. “I wasn’t sure if little Eve—sorry, I still think of her that way— if Eve had mentioned me.”

  “Did you think she wouldn’t?”

  “Well, you see, I feel terrible, just terrible, about the way I handled things yesterday.” She pressed a hand to her heart.

  Her nails, he noted, were long, well manicured, and painted boldly red. There was a ring on her right hand, a thick gold band around a sizable amethyst.

  Matching earrings, he observed, to make a well-put-together if unimaginative ensemble.

  “And how did you handle things yesterday?” he asked her.

  “Well, poorly, I confess. I realized I should have contacted her first, and instead I just jumped in head first, a habit of mine. I’m just too impulsive, especially when my feelings are engaged. Eve had such a hard, hard time back then, and seeing me, out of the blue, no warning at all, it must’ve taken her right back. I upset her.”

  Now she pressed that hand to her lips, and her eyes shimmered. “You have no idea what that poor, sweet child was like when she came to me. Like a little ghost in my house, hardly casting a shadow, and scared of even that just the same.”

  “Yes, I imagine so.”

  “And I blame myself for not thinking it through first, because I understand now that seeing me again just made her remember those terrible days before she was safe again.”

  “So, you’ve come to see me so I can pass your apologies along. I’m happy to do so. Though I think you’ve overestimated your impact on my wife.”

  He sat back, swiveled the chair lazily. “I believe she was a bit irritated by the unexpected visit. But upset? It isn’t the word I’d choose. So, please, rest your mind, Ms. Lombard. I hope you’ll enjoy your time in the city, however brief, before you return home.”

  It was a dismissal, flat and pleasant. A busy man idly brushing a speck of lint off his jacket pocket.

  He saw it register, saw that quick flick, like a snake’s tongue, flash in her eyes.

  And there she is, he thought. There’s the viper under the conservative dress and sugary accent.

  “Oh, oh, but I couldn’t go back to Texas without seeing my little Eve, without making personal amends, and being sure she’s all right.”

  “I can assure you, she’s fine.”

  “And Bobby? Why my Bobby’s fretting to see her. He was like a brother to her.”

  “Really? How odd then she’s never mentioned him.”

  Her smile was indulgent now, and just a little sly. “I think she had just a tiny little crush on him. I expect she doesn’t want you to be jealous.”

  His laugh was quick, rich and long. “Please. Now, if you’d like, you can certainly leave your name and address with my administrative assistant. If the lieutenant wants to contact you, she will. Otherwise…”

  “Now this just won’t do. This won’t do at all.” Trudy sat up straighter, and her tone took on a little lash. “I took care of that girl for over six months, took her into my home out of the goodness of my heart. And believe me when I say she wasn’t easy. I think I deserve more than this.”

  “Do you? And what do you think you deserve?”

  “All right now.” She shifted in her chair into what he assumed was her bargaining pose. “If you think that seeing me and my boy isn’t the right thing, then—and I know I’m talking to a businessman here—I think I should be compensated. Not only for the time and the effort, and the trouble I went to for that girl all those years back when nobody wanted to take her in, but for all the inconvenience and expense it’s taken for me to come here, just to see how she’s doing.”

  “I see. And do you have a measure of this compensation in mind?”

  “This has taken me by surprise, I have to admit.” Her fingers fussed with her hair, red against red. “I don’t know how you can put a price on what I gave that child, or what it’s costing me to turn away from her now.”

  “But you’ll manage to do so, I’m sure.”

  It was temper he saw deepen the color in her cheeks, not embarrassment. He merely kept that mildly interested look on his face.

  “I’d think a man in your position can afford to be generous with someone in mine. That girl would likely be in jail instead of putting people in one if it wasn’t for me. And she wouldn’t even speak to me when I went to see her yesterday.”

  She looked away, blinking at tears he noted she could call up at will.

  “I think we’re past that now.” He allowed a sliver of impatience to come into his voice. “What’s your price?”

  “I think two million dollars wouldn’t be unreasonable.”

  “And for two million dollars… that’s U.S. dollars?”

  “Of course it is.” Faint irritation took the place of tears. “What would I want with foreign money?”

  “For that, you and your Bobby will happily go back to where you came from and leave my wife alone.”

  “She doesn’t want to see us?” She raised her hands as if in defeat. “We won’t be seen.”

  “And if I find that measure of compensation a bit too dear?”

  “For a man of your means, I can’t imagine, but… I’d be forced to mention the possibility of my—being upset by all this—discussing the situation with someone. Maybe a reporter.”

  He swiveled lazily again. “And that would concern me, because…”

  “Being a sentimental woman, I kept files on every one of the children I was in charge of. I have histories, details—and some of those might be difficult, even embarrassing for you and for Eve. Did you know, for instance, that she’d had sexual relations repeatedly, and all before she was nine years old?”

  “And do you equate rape with sexual relations?” His tone was mild as milk, even as his blood boiled. “That’s quite unenlightened of you, Ms. Lombard.”

  “Regardless of what you call it, I think some people might feel a woman with that kind of thing in her makeup isn’t the sort who should be a lieutenant of the police department. I’m not sure of that myself,” she added. “Maybe it’s my civic duty to talk to the media, maybe her superiors at the police station.”

  “But two million—that’s USD—would outweigh your civic duty.”

  “I just want what’s coming to me. Did you know she had blood on her when she was found? She… or someone else… washed most of it off, but they did tests.”

  Her eyes were brighter now, as bold and as sharp as her long red nails. “And not all the blood was he
rs.

  “She used to have nightmares,” Trudy continued. “And it seemed to me that she was stabbing somebody to death in those nightmares. I wonder what people would make of that, if I was upset and said something. I bet people’d pay good money for a story like that, considering who she is now. And who she’s married to.”

  “They might,” Roarke agreed. “People often enjoy wallowing in another’s pain and misery.”

  “So I don’t think the compensation I mentioned is too dear. I’ll just I take it and go back to Texas. Eve won’t have to think about me again, even after all I did for her.”

  “You’ve misspoken. It was to her, not for her. Now then, what you don’t understand, Ms. Lombard, is I’m compensating you right now.”

  “You’d better think before—”

  “I’m compensating you,” he interrupted, “by not getting up, coming over there, and twisting your head off your neck with my bare hands.”

  She gasped, theatrically. “You’re threatening me?”

  “Indeed, I’m not,” he continued in the same easy tone. “I’m explaining to you how you’re being compensated for walking away from this. I’m telling you what’s not happening to you, and believe me, it’s costing me dearly not to put my hands on you for what you did to my wife when she was defenseless.”

  He rose, slowly. There wasn’t a gasp this time, and no theatrics. She simply froze as all the blood drained out of her face. Finally, he decided, she saw what was under his own shell, under the sophistication, the style, the manners money had bought him. Even a viper hadn’t a prayer against it.

  With his eyes on hers, he came around the desk, then leaned back against it. Close enough that he heard her breath shudder out.

  “Do you know what could be done, what I could do like that?” He snapped his ringers. “I could kill you, here and now, without a flinch. I could have as many people as I deemed appropriate swear you’d left this office hale and hearty. I could have security discs altered to prove it. They’d never find your body—what was left of it when I was done with you. So consider your life—which I assume is worth a considerable amount to you—your compensation.”

  “You must be crazy.” She shrank back in her chair. “You must be out of your mind.”

  “Consider that if you ever think of bargaining with me again… If you consider lining your pockets by speaking of a child’s torture and nightmare for money… If you ever attempt to contact my wife again… Think of that, and be afraid. Be afraid,” he repeated, leaning toward her a bit, “because restraining myself from carving pieces of you away, slowly, one at a time, is irritating. I dislike being irritated.”

  He took one step toward her, had her scrambling to her feet and backing toward the door. “Oh, and you may want to pass the message on to your son, should he feel inclined to try my patience.”

  When she reached the door, fumbled behind her for it, he spoke softly. “There’s nowhere in or off this world you could hide from me if you do anything more to hurt my wife. Nowhere I wouldn’t go to settle with you for it.” He waited a beat, smiled, and said: “Run.”

  She ran, and he heard a thin scream, like a wheezing breath as her footsteps pounded away. He dipped his hands in his pockets, closed one over Eve’s button again as he walked back to study the dank gloom of the December sky.

  “Sir?”

  He didn’t turn as his admin stepped into his office. “Yes, Caro.”

  “Did you want Security to monitor Ms. Lombard’s exit?”

  “That won’t be necessary.”

  “She seemed to be in a hurry.”

  He watched the ghost of his reflection smile a little. “She had a sudden change of plans.” He turned now, glanced at his wrist unit. “Well, it’s time for lunch, isn’t it? I’ll go up, greet our guests. I have quite the appetite this afternoon.”

  “I imagine,” Caro murmured.

  “Oh, and Caro?” he said as he strolled toward his private elevator. “Would you notify Security that neither Ms. Lombard nor her son— I’ll see they have an ID print of him—should be given access to this building?”

  “I’ll take care of it right away.”

  “One more thing? They’re staying at the West Side Hotel, over on Tenth. I’d like to know when they check out.”

  “I’ll see to that, sir.”

  He glanced back as the elevator opened. “You’re a treasure, Caro.”

  She thought, as the door closed behind him, that at moments like this she was pleased he thought so.

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  Chapter 4

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  TO KEEP HER MIND BUSY, EVE CONCENTRATED on paperwork and follow-ups. Dealing with the drone work had the added benefit of getting her desk reasonably clear before the holidays snuck up and bit her in the ass.

  She was making considerable headway when Peabody came to her office door.

  “Tubbs’s tox came back positive for traces of Zeus, and various others. Other vic was clean. The bodies, such as they are, will be released to next of kin tomorrow.”

  “Good job.”

  “Dallas?”

  “Mmm. I’m sending the squad’s expense chits up. Most of them,” she said with a sneer. “Baxter and I are going to have a little chat.”

  “Dallas.” Eve glanced up, saw Peabody’s face. “What?”

  “I’ve got to go to court. Celina.”

  Eve got to her feet. “We’ve already given our testimony.”

  “Prosecution called me separately, remember? As one of the victims.”

  “Yeah, but… I thought you weren’t coming up for that yet, not for another week or two anyway. With the holidays…”

  “It’s moving along pretty fast. I need to go in.”

  “When?”

  “Sort of now. It shouldn’t take long, but… You’re going with me?” Peabody asked as Eve grabbed her coat.

  “What do you think?”

  On a long breath, Peabody closed her eyes. “Thanks. Thanks. McNab’s going to meet me there. He’s out in the field, and he’s going to try to… Thanks.”

  On the way out, Eve stopped at one of the vending units. “Get yourself some water,” she told Peabody. “Get me the cold caffeine.”

  “Good idea. My throat’s already dry. I’m prepped,” Peabody continued as she entered her code, made her choices. “The prosecution team drilled me good. And it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve testified in court.”

  “It’s the first time you’ve testified as a victim. It’s different. You know it’s different.”

  She passed Eve a tube of Pepsi, and took a long pull from the water as they walked. “It wasn’t even Celina who hurt me. I don’t know why I’m so spooked.”

  “She was part of it. She had foreknowledge and did nothing. She’s charged with accessory for a reason, Peabody. You go in, you lay out what happened, you don’t let the defense shake you. Then you walk away from it.”

  You could walk away from it, Eve thought, but you never really got away. Peabody would remember every moment of that attack. She’d remember the pain and the fear. Justice might be served, but even justice couldn’t wipe away the memories.

  She went out the main doors. However crappy the day, the short walk would settle Peabody down. “You’re a cop,” she began, “and you took a hard hit in the line. That matters to juries. You’re a woman.” Eve slid her hands into her pockets, out of the cold rain. “Whether or not it should apply, that matters to juries, too. The fact that this big, crazy son of a bitch—one who’d killed and mutilated multiple women—kicked you around… it matters big time.”

  “He’s sewed up.” And that was a huge relief. “Too damn crazy to stand trial. He’ll be locked up in an institution for the mentally defective, violence sector, ‘til he croaks.”

  “Your job here is to make what Celina didn’t do matter. To help the prosecution prove she was responsible.”

  “They’ll get her cold on Annalisa Sommers’s murder, the one she did he
rself. She’ll go up for that. Maybe it’s enough.”

  “Enough for you?”

  Peabody stared straight ahead, chugged more water. “I’m working on it being enough.”

  “Then you’re doing better than I am. You made it through, others didn’t. She watched. Every one of the dead after she linked psychically with John Blue is on her. Every minute you spent in the hospital, in recovery. Every bad moment you’ve had about it is on her, too. I damn well want her to pay.”

  As they walked up the courthouse steps, Peabody swallowed hard. “Hands are shaking.”

  “Toughen up” was all Eve said.

  Once they were through security, she could have badged her way into the courtroom. Instead she waited with Peabody while APA Cher Reo made her way over.

  “We’ve got a short recess,” Reo began. “You’ll testify next.”

  “How’s it going in there?” Eve asked.

  “She’s got good lawyers.” Reo glanced back toward the double doors. She was pretty and blonde, with perky blue eyes and a faint Southern drawl. She was also tough as titanium. “We’re both playing the psychic card, in different ways. Their stand is that the images Celina received—the murders, the violence—resulted in trauma, diminished capacity. They’ve got their experts swearing to it, and as a result they’re trying to hang all the responsibility on Blue. He’s crazy, he invaded her mind, and there you go.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Well, yes.” Reo fluffed at her hair. “On our end we have her snuggled up safe in bed at home, watching Blue torture and mutilate and kill, which gave her the bright idea to do the same, with his MO, to her former lover’s fiancée. Under the guise of working with the cops, she held back while women were murdered, and while a NYPSD detective was critically injured. A decorated officer, who courageously fought back and was intimately involved in closing the case.” Reo put a hand on Peabody’s arm, gave it a little rub in what Eve recognized as a woman-to-woman support gesture. “You want to go over it again? We’ve got a few more minutes.”

  “Maybe. Okay, maybe.” Peabody turned to Eve. Her eyes were a little too bright, her smile a little too tight. “You can go on in. I’ll get one more briefing from Reo, then I might want to throw up. I’d do that better alone.”