Vengeance in Death (18 page)

“Try to stay in this decade, Peabody.”

“Yes, sir. I —” She glanced over at the three quick raps on the door. “Must be McNab.”

McNab poked his head around the door. “All clear. Hey, some bedroom. Outstanding. Is that coffee I smell? Hey, Lieutenant, looking decent. What kind of berries are those?”

He crossed the room as he spoke, the cat jogging in behind him. When both of them made themselves cozy on the bed, Eve simply gaped.

“Make yourself right at home, McNab.”

“Thanks.” He helped himself to her bowl of berries. “You look steady, Lieutenant. Glad to see it.”

“If someone doesn’t give me a goddamn report, I’m going to look a lot more than steady. You,” she decided, pointing at Peabody. “Because normally you’re not an idiot.”

“Yes, sir. The explosive device was a homemade boomer, and whoever put it together knew their stuff. It had a short range, classic for car explosives, which is why it took out your vehicle, but had — relatively speaking — little effect on the surrounding area. If you hadn’t been in a jam, cars locked in on all sides, there would have been basically no outside damage to speak of.”

“Were there any fatalities?”

“No, sir. The vehicles on your perimeters were affected, and there were about twenty injuries — only three were serious. The rest were treated and released. You sustained serious injuries as you were outside of the vehicle and unprotected at the time of the explosion.”

Eve remembered the two teenagers who’d boarded by only moments before. If they’d still been in range… She ordered herself to shake that image away. “Was it on a timer? How was it cued?”

“I’ll take that.” McNab gave Galahad an absent stroke on the back as the cat curled next to Eve’s legs. “He went for the standard car boom style — which was his mistake. If he’d used a timer, well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be eating berries this morning, Lieutenant. He linked it to the ignition, figuring it would trigger when you engaged the engine. Fortunately for our side, you drive — or drove — a departmental joke. The electrical system, the guidance system, the ignition system, well, just about every damn system in your vehicle was flawed. My guess is when you started it up yesterday, it hiccuped a few times.”

“It took me three tries to get it going.”

“There you are.” McNab gestured with a berry, then popped it in his mouth. “It threw the link with the boomer off, skipped over the trigger. It was primed, could have gone off at any time from there. You hit a pothole, stop short, and boom.”

“I slammed the door,” Eve murmured. “When those idiot cab drivers pissed me off, I got out and slammed the door.”

“That’s likely what did it. Nothing wrong with the boomer. I took a look at the debris myself, and I can tell you he used top-grade components. It was just waiting for the signal to trigger.”

Eve drew a breath. “So what you’re telling me is I owe my life to budget cuts and a departmental maintenance crew who have their heads up their butts.”

“Couldn’t have put it better.” McNab patted her knee. “If you’d been driving one of those rockets like the boys in Anti-Crime, you’d have gone up in the garage at Central and become a legend.”

“The garage. How the hell did he get into the garage to plant it?”

“I’ll take that.” Peabody did her best not to speak through clenched teeth. Not only did McNab report in an unsuitably casual style, but it should have been her damn report. “I swung by Central and requested a copy of the security disc for yesterday. Whitney cleared it.”

“Have you got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Smug now, Peabody patted her bag. “Right here.”

“Well, let’s — Oh for Christ’s sake.” Eve swore as someone banged on the door yet again. “Just come the hell in. We should be selling tickets.”

“Dallas.” Nadine rushed in, all but leaped on the bed. Her usually shrewd eyes were clouded with tears. “You’re all right? You’re really all right. I’ve been sick worrying. None of my sources could get the status. Summerset wouldn’t say anything but that you were resting every time I called. I had to come see for myself.”

“As you can see, I’m dandy. Just hosting a little breakfast party.” She picked up the bowl of berries McNab was rapidly depleting. “Hungry?”

Nadine pressed her fingers to her lips to control the trembling. “I know this is my fault. I know you could have been killed because of what I did.”

“Look, Nadine — “

“It was easy enough to put together,” Nadine interrupted. “I go on air with that statement I hammered out of you, and a couple hours later, your car blows up. He came after you because he heard the report, because I put it on the air.”

“Which is exactly what I intended.” Eve set the bowl down again. The last thing she needed on her conscience was a hysterical, guilty reporter. “You didn’t hammer anything out of me. I said what I wanted to say, and what I wanted you to broadcast. I needed him to make a move, and I needed him to make it in my direction.”

“What do you mean you —” As it struck home, Nadine held up a hand. It took a moment before she was certain she could speak. “You used me?”

“I’d say that was quid pro quo, Nadine. We used each other.”

Nadine took a step back. Her face was bone white now, her eyes blazing. “Bitch. Goddamn cop bitch.”

“Yeah.” Weary again, Eve rubbed her eyes. “Wait a minute. A minute,” she repeated before Nadine could stalk out. “Would you all give Nadine and me some space here? Peabody, McNab, set up in my office. Roarke… please.”

Peabody and McNab were already out the door when he walked to the bed, leaned down close. “I think we’ll have to discuss this latest development, Lieutenant.”

She decided it was best to say nothing, and waited for him to go out and quietly close the door behind him. “He’s not going to understand,” she murmured, then looked over at Nadine. “Maybe you will.”

“Oh, I get it, Dallas. I get it. You want to move your investigation along, why not fake a statement to a credible on-air reporter. Just use her — after all, what does she matter? She doesn’t have any feelings. She’s just another idiot reading the news.”

“The statement wasn’t faked. It was what I wanted to say.” Eve set the breakfast tray aside. Doctor’s recommendation or not, she wasn’t going to have this confrontation while lounging in bed. “It was what I felt, and what, under most circumstances, I’d have kept to myself.”

She tossed the covers aside, got to her feet. Then realizing her legs weren’t quite ready to support her, she abandoned pride for dignity and sat on the edge of the bed.

“It was impulse. That’s not an excuse. I knew exactly what I was doing, and where you would go with it. But one thing, Nadine. It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t come after me with a camera.”

“That’s my fucking job.”

“Yeah, and it’s my fucking job to catch this guy. I’ve got lives on the line here, Nadine, and one of them may be Roarke’s. That means I’ll do anything it takes. Even use a friend.”

“You could have told me.”

“I could have. I didn’t.” Her head was starting to pound, so she rested it in her hands. Meds wearing off, she supposed. It was just as well. “You want me to tell you something in confidence, Nadine, I will. And where you go with it is your choice. I’m scared.” She moved her hands to cover her face, just for a moment. “I’m scared to the bone because I know the others are just layers. He’s working his way through them to get to the core. And the core is Roarke.”

Nadine stared. She’d never seen Eve really vulnerable. Hadn’t known she could be. But the woman sitting on the bed, her sleep shirt hiked on her thighs, her head in her hands, wasn’t a cop. Not then. She was just a woman.

“So, you wanted to make sure they had to go through you first.”

“That was the idea.”

A softened heart couldn’t hold anger. She sat on the bed beside Eve, draped an arm around her shoulders. “I guess I do understand. And I wish I wasn’t so damn jealous. I’ve scouted around a lot and never hunted up what you’ve got with Roarke.”

“I figure it doesn’t work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can’t do a damn thing about it.” She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, then sighed. “But I stepped over the line with you, and I’m sorry.”

“Jesus, you must have a big bruise on the brain if you’re apologizing to me.”

“Since there’s nobody else here, and I think you’re feeling sorry for me, I’ll tell you I feel like I’ve been run over by a fleet of airbuses.”

“Go back to bed, Dallas.”

“Can’t.” She scrubbed her hands over her face, hard, rolled her aching shoulders. “He’s still a step or two ahead, and I’m going to fix that.” When the thought occurred, she turned her head and studied Nadine. “But if some hotshot on-air reporter were to broadcast that Lieutenant Dallas’s injuries are serious, that she is recuperating at home and is expected to be laid up for a couple days…”

“You want me to lie to the public?” Nadine arched a brow.

“My injuries are pretty serious. Everybody’s been saying so until I want to deck them. And I am recuperating at home, aren’t I? You can see that for yourself.”

“And you will be laid up, as you put it, for a couple of days.”

“It already feels like a couple of days. It might buy me time, Nadine. He’ll want to wait until I’m on my feet again before he tries to take the next one out. He isn’t playing solo. He wants an opponent.” She shook her head. “No, he wants me. Particularly. I can’t play if I’m flat on my back and tranq’d.”

“I’ll do it.” She rose, looked down at Eve. “And let me tell you, Dallas, I wouldn’t be surprised if Roarke sees to it that you are flat on your back and tranq’d for the next few days.” Hitching her bag on her arm, Nadine smiled. “Anyway, I am glad you’re not dead.”

“Me, too.”

When Nadine left her, Eve managed to rise and make her way slowly into the shower. Bracing both hands against the tile, she ordered water, full force at one hundred degrees. Ten minutes later, she felt steadier, and by the time she was dressed, nearly normal.

But when she walked into her office, it took only one long stare from Roarke to have her inching back.

“I figured I’d just stretch out in the sleep chair. I feel pretty straight,” she hurried on when he said nothing. “I guess that stop at the hospital last night was a good move. I appreciate it.”

“Do you think you’ll get around me that way?”

“It was worth a shot.” She tried a smile, then let it go. “Look, I’m okay. And I need to do this.”

“Then you’ll do it, won’t you? I have some things to see to myself.” He moved to his office door, then flicked a glance over his shoulder. “Let me know when you have a free moment, Lieutenant. For more personal matters.”

“Well, shit,” Eve sighed when his door shut.

“Never seen anybody steam that cold,” McNab commented. “He even gave me the shakes.”

“Do you ever shut up, McNab? I want to see the disc, garage security.” Skirting the sleep chair, Eve sat behind her desk. “Cue it up, Peabody, start at sixteen hundred. That’s about the time I logged in to Central.”

Struggling not to sulk over more personal matters, Eve kept her eyes glued to the monitor as the image flicked on. “Keep it on the access doors. He had to come from somewhere.”

They watched cars and vans pull in and out. Each time, the scanner eye above the access doors blinked green for cleared.

“That wouldn’t be a problem for him, would it, McNab? Anybody who can pull the electronic magic he’s been pulling could skim by the security eye for garage level.”

“Security’s tight there. With the bombs in public buildings plague during the Urban Wars, all government and state facilities had new security installed at all access areas.” He nodded, kept watching. “Even with budget cuts, they get maintained and upgraded twice a year. That’s federal law. A specialized droid unit does spot inspections on a regular basis.”

“Could he do it?”

“He could, but it wouldn’t be a round of Rocket Racers. And it’s a hell of a lot riskier than a vid-game. If the alarm trips, all access and exit areas are automatically sealed. He’d be in a box.”

“He was pissed, and he’s cocky.” Eve leaned back. “He’d have risked it — and since he didn’t trip any alarm, he pulled it off. He got into Cop Central garage, planted the boomer, and got out. That’s the only place he could have gotten to my car during the time frame. Computer, split screen, second image section AB, level two. There’s my vehicle, safe and sound.”

“You don’t want to see it now,” Peabody commented and managed to suppress the shudder. “They hauled it in to vehicle analysis. I shot through the automatic requisition for a new unit.”

“They’ll probably stick a couple of bolts in it and expect me to make do.” However foolish and sentimental it was, she almost hoped they did. “Idiot bureaucrats are always… wait, wait, what’s this?”

Turbo-van, the computer told her helpfully. Model Jet-stream, manufactured 2056 —

“Stop, freeze image. Look at this.” Eve gestured Peabody closer. “The windows are privacy tinted. Surveillance vans aren’t allowed to have that tint on the driver’s area. And those plates, see the plates? That’s not a van ID. It’s a cab plate, for God’s sake. Our boy’s in there, Peabody.”

“Good catch, Dallas.” Impressed, McNab tapped some keys and had the frozen image printing out in hard copy. “I’ll run the plates for you.”

“Let’s see what he does,” Eve murmured. “Continue, computer.” They watched the van circle the first level, climb slowly to the next. And stop directly behind Eve’s car. “We’ve got him. I knew he’d get sloppy.”

The van door opened. The man who stepped out was concealed in a long coat, and his hat was pulled low. “Police issue. That’s a beat cop’s overcoat. It’s a uniform’s hat…. But he got the shoes wrong. He’s wearing air treads. Damn it, you can’t see his face. He’s wearing sunshades.”

Then he turned, looked directly into the camera. Eve got a glimpse of white, white skin, just a hint of the curve of a cheek. Then he lifted a slim wand, pointed it, and the picture swam with color.

“Fucking hell, he jammed it. What the hell was that he had in his hand? Play back.”

“I’ve never seen a jammer like it.” McNab shook his head both in bafflement and admiration as the image replayed and froze. “It’s no more than six inches long, barely thicker than a ski pole. You ought to have Roarke look at it.”