Delusion in Death

supplies.”
    “If it’s something like that, it could still be in here. You’ve been in here.”
    “Yeah, I thought of that, after the first couple bodies. I tagged the hospital, talked to the medicals who treated the survivors. They’re fine. Whatever happened, happened fast. That twenty-minute window. I’m well past that.
    “Ingestion’s most likely,” she considered. “Even if only half of them were affected, they could’ve taken the rest by surprise.” Eve glanced down at her sealed hands, now smeared with cooling blood. “I don’t like it, but it’s a theory. Let’s work the bodies.”
    Even as she spoke, the door opened. She spotted Morris.
    As he wore jeans and some sort of silky crewneck shirt the color of ripe plums rather than one of his snazzy suits, she assumed he’d gone off shift. His hair, pulled back into one sleek tail, left his interesting, angular face unframed. She watched his eyes, dark as his hair, scan the room, and for an instant, both the shock and the pity lived in them.

    “You’ve brought me a crowd.”
    “Somebody did,” she began. “I—” She broke off as Roarke came in behind Morris.
    He still wore the suit he’d put on that morning in their bedroom: solid, business black, a perfect fit to his long, lean body. The thick, black mane of his hair skimmed above the professional shoulders, slightly mussed, as if the wind had danced through it.
    Where Morris’s face was interesting, oddly sexy, Roarke’s was—Roarke’s. Impossibly gorgeous, carved by the strong hand of some clever god and perfected by eyes of bold and brilliant blue.
    The two men stood together, and for an instant while it all stood still, she saw that same shock and pity cross Roarke’s face, followed by a quick, deadly rage.
    Those eyes met hers, and he said, “Lieutenant.” Even with the rage simmering under the word, the Irish sang through.
    She moved to him, not to greet, not to block the view—impossible in any case, and he’d seen more than his share of horror in his life. But she was the officer in charge, and this was no place for civilians or husbands.
    “You can’t be here.”
    “I can,” he corrected. “It’s mine.”
    She should’ve figured it. The man owned most of the world, and half the universe it lived in. Saying nothing, Eve turned a hard stare on Peabody.
    “Sorry. I forgot to tell you I hit on Roarke when I scanned for the owner.”
    “I’ll need to talk to you, but I need Morris first. You can wait outside.”
    The rage on his face had gone cold and hard. “I won’t be waiting outside.”

    She understood, and wished she didn’t. In the two and a half years they’d been together, he’d made her understand more than was always comfortable for a cop. She fought back the urge to touch him—so damned unprofessional—and lowered her voice.
    “Listen, this is a fucking mess.”
    “I can see that for myself well enough.”
    “I need you to stay out of the way.”
    “Then I will.” Obviously he didn’t see touching as unprofessional as he took her hand a moment, squeezed it despite the blood. “But I won’t wait outside while you wade through this nightmare inside a place I own.”
    “Wait.” She turned to Morris. “I’ve … labeled the DBs numerically, the ones we’ve ID’d and examined. Can you start with One, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”
    “Of course.”
    “I’ve got more men coming in, any minute now. We’ll have more hands and eyes to work the scene and the vics.”
    “Then I’ll get started.”
    “I’m going to turn you over to Peabody,” she said to Roarke. “You can walk her through security until EDD’s on scene.”
    “I can tell you there are no cams in here. People stop in for a drink in a place like this, they aren’t comfortable with cams.”
    No, he thought, they want to relax, perhaps share a private moment with someone. They don’t want to be recorded. They don’t expect to die a bloody death.
    “We have the standard on the entrance,” he continued, “and standard again for security once the place is closed. But you won’t have anything for inside, nothing that would show you what happened here or how.”
    Since she hadn’t spotted any interior cams, she’d suspected asmuch, but rubbed her eyes to clear her head again. “We need a list of employees, and a schedule.”
    “I’ve got it. When I got the tag, I put that together.” He looked around again, trying to understand what couldn’t be