Delusion in Death

van. And she hadn’t taken time to hook her seat belt.”

    “Good. She deserved to get banged up.”
    “I was so pissed,” Eve continued. “Afraid she’d been able to tag McQueen during the chase, knowing damn well, we’d lost the best chance to find him and get the kid and Melanie back safe. So fucking pissed.”
    All that rage, Eve thought, gushing through her like an open wound. And then …
    “I yanked her out of the van, got her blood on me. I spun her around. Stupid pink sunglasses, crooked on her face. Pulled them off her … I looked at her face, into her eyes. And I knew her.”
    It was Eve’s tone that had a chill working up Peabody’s spine. She spoke carefully. “You didn’t put that in your report.”
    “No. It didn’t have anything to do with the case. It’s personal. She went by Stella back then, where I remember her from. She’d changed her eyes, her hair, had some work done, but I knew her. I knew Stella. She was my mother.”
    “Jesus.” Peabody laid her hand on Eve’s arm, just a light touch though her fingers wanted to tremble. “You’re sure? I guess I thought she was dead. I mean, had been dead all along.”
    “I had the blood. Hers, mine. I had Roarke run DNA to verify, but I knew. I don’t remember much about her, she left me with him when I was about four or five. I’m not sure; it’s vague. But I remember enough.”
    “She left you with … did she know?” Even the thought of it had sickness coating Peabody’s throat. “Did she know what he did to you?”
    “She had to know. She didn’t care.”
    “But …”
    “There’s no bittersweet aside here, Peabody. She didn’t care andnever had. I was a commodity, and the investment was taking too long, was too much trouble to suit her. That’s what I figure.”
    The sickness faded. It its place rose a vicious disgust, icy hot. “Did she recognize you?”
    “No. I wasn’t that important. All she saw was the cop who’d fucked up her plans with McQueen, who put her in the hospital, who was going to put her in a cage. I’d’ve put her in a cage. Maybe I should’ve put two men on her.”
    “Dallas, I read the reports. You had her restrained, and under guard. There were still cops in the hospital when she escaped.”
    “She wouldn’t tell me where McQueen was. I couldn’t flip her, and I went at her hard. Maybe too hard.”
    “Stop.” Peabody’s voice roughened and firmed. “You did the job. If you weren’t sure you could do it, you’d have gotten somebody else to sweat her. But you did the job.”
    It helped to hear it. She’d gone over every step, every move, every decision countless times, and believed she’d done everything she could. But it helped to hear it. “I was going to go back at her again. I’d bought some time, wanted to let her think about it, then go back at her. But she got out, went to McQueen, and he killed her.”
    “And you found her.”
    “She was still warm. We hadn’t missed him by much.”
    “You got Melinda Jones and Darlie Morgansten out, safe. I can’t imagine what it was like for you.” Peabody took a quiet, unsteady breath. “What it’s been like since. You had Mira,” Peabody remembered. “Thank God you had Roarke and Mira.”
    For a long moment, Peabody stared out the side window. “Dallas, you could’ve called me down. You shouldn’t have had to work that alone. I’d’ve had your back.”

    “I know it. I had to work it alone. And I’ve had to work through it. You deserve to know, but I had to work through it before I told you.”
    “I read her file.” Voice strong and steady again, Peabody shifted back. “I know who she was, what she was. Now I know she left you with an animal. It’s good she’s dead.”
    Stunned, Eve turned her head, stared. “That’s not very Free-Ager.”
    “Fuck that.” Peabody’s eyes flashed like supernovas. “Fuck tolerance and understanding. Yeah, you’d have put her in a cage for the rest of her pathetic, evil life. But maybe sometime during her rot, she’d have put it together. Maybe she’d have remembered you. She’d have used that on you; she’d have tried. Before you scared the piss out of her, if you could get to her before Roarke. If he could get there before me. And it’s good she was such a selfish, pitiful excuse for a human being so she didn’t remember you, didn’t think about you all those years. She might’ve recognized you, especially after Roarke. She might’ve seen you on screen, and