In Death 01 - Naked in Death

been too busy hacking up my lungs. That was Roarke who came in our fine establishment last night, wasn't it?"
    "Yeah, it was Roarke."
    "I almost passed out when he walked up to your table. What's the story? You helping him with some security or something?"
    "I slept with him," Eve blurted out, and Mavis responded with a fit of helpless choking.
    "You -- Roarke." Eyes watering, she reached for more tissue. "Jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, you never sleep with anybody. And you're telling me you slept with Roarke?"
    "That's not precisely accurate. We didn't sleep."
    Mavis let out a moan. "You didn't sleep. How long?"
    Eve jerked a shoulder. "I don't know. I stayed the night. Eight, nine hours, I guess."
    "Hours." Mavis shuddered delicately. "And you just kept going. ".
    "Pretty much."
    "Is he good? Stupid question," she said quickly. "You wouldn't have stayed otherwise. Wow, Eve, what got into you? Besides his incredibly energetic cock?"
    "I don't know. It was stupid." She dragged her hands through her hair. "It's never been like that for me before. I didn't think it could -- that I could. It's just never been important, then all of a sudden -- shit."
    "Honey." Mavis snaked a hand from under her blanket and took Eve's tensed fingers. "You've been blocking off normal needs all your life because of things you barely remember. Somebody just found a way to get through. You should be happy."
    "It puts him in the pilot's seat, doesn't it?"
    "Oh, that's bullshit," Mavis interrupted before Eve could go on. "Sex doesn't have to be a power trip. It sure as hell doesn't have to be a punishment. It's supposed to be fun. And now and again, if you're lucky, it gets to be special."
    "Maybe." She closed her eyes. "Oh God, Mavis, my career's on the line."
    "What are you talking about?"
    "Roarke's involved in a case I'm working on."
    "Oh shit." She had to break off and blow again. "You're not going to have to bust him for something, are you?"
    "No." Then more emphatically. "No. But if I don't tie it all up fast, with a nice, tidy bow, I'll be out. I'll be finished. Somebody's using me, Mavis." Her eyes sharpened again. "They're clearing the path in one direction, tossing roadblocks in the other. I don't know why. If I don't find out, it's going to cost me everything I have."
    "Then you're going to have to find out, aren't you?" Mavis squeezed Eve's fingers.
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    She would find out, Eve promised herself. It was after ten P. M. when she let herself into the lobby of her building. If she didn't want to think just then, it wasn't a crime. She'd had to swallow a reprimand from the chief's office for veering from the official statement during the press conference.
    The commander's unofficial support didn't quite ease the sting.
    Once she was inside her apartment she checked her E-mail. She knew it was foolish, this nagging hope that she'd find a message from Roarke.
    There wasn't one. But what she found had her flesh crawling with ice.
    The video message was unnamed, sent from a public access. The little girl. Her dead father. The blood.
    Eve recognized the angles of the official department record, the one taken to document the site of murder and justified termination.
    The audio came over it. A playback of her auto-record of the child's screams. Her beating on the door. The warning, and all the horror that followed.
    "You bastard," she whispered. "You're not going to get to me with this. You're not going to use that baby to get to me."
    But her fingers shook as she ejected the disc. And she jolted when her intercom rang.
    "Who is it?"
    "Hennessy from apartment two-D." The pale, earnest face of her downstairs neighbor flicked on screen. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Dallas. I didn't know what to do exactly. We've got trouble down here in the Finestein apartment."
    Eve sighed and let the image of the elderly couple flip into her mind. Quiet, friendly, television addicts. "What's the problem?"
    "Mr. Finestein's dead, lieutenant. Keeled over in the kitchen while his wife was out playing mah-jongg with friends. I thought maybe you could come down."
    "Yeah." She sighed again. "I'll be there. Don't touch anything, Mr. Hennessy, and try to keep people out of the way." Out of habit she called dispatch, reported an unattended death and her presence on the scene.
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    She found the apartment quiet, with Mrs.