In Death 01 - Naked in Death

the department in a blink. He knows what goes on inside Cop Central. He knows what's going on in my life."
    "Fortunately, he didn't know that I wasn't even on the planet."
    "That was a break for both of us." She located her boots, tugged them on. "But it's not going to stop him." She rose, picked up her holster. "He's still going to try to get to me, and you're his best bet."
    Roarke watched her automatically check her laser before strapping it on. "Why you?"
    "He doesn't have a high opinion of women. I'd have to say it burns his ass to have a female heading the investigation. It lowers his status." She shrugged, raked her fingers through her hair to whip it into place. "At least that's the shrink's opinion."
    Philosophically, she pried the cat free when he started to climb up her leg, gave him a light toss to the bed where he turned his butt in her direction and began to wash.
    "And is it the shrink's opinion that he could try to eliminate you by more direct means?"
    "I don't fit the pattern."
    Fighting back the slippery edge of fear, Roarke fisted his hands in his pockets. "And if he breaks the pattern?"
    "I can handle myself."
    "It's worth risking your life for three women who are already dead?"
    "Yes." She heard the fury pulsing in his voice and faced it. "It's worth risking my life to find justice for three women who are already dead, and to try to prevent three more from dying. He's only half through. He's left a note under each body. He's wanted us to know, right from the start that he had a plan. And he's daring us to stop him. One of six, two of six, three of six. I'll do whatever it takes to keep him from having the fourth."
    "Full-out guts. That's what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me."
    For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. "I've been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don't worry about it."
    "I think you're going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve."
    That hadn't been the plan. She walked out of the bedroom to get her jacket and bag. "I'm telling you this so that you'll understand what I'm up against. Why I can't split my energies and start analyzing what's between us."
    "There'll always be cases."
    "I hope to God there won't always be cases like this one. This isn't murder for gain, or out of passion. It isn't desperate or frenzied. It's cold and calculated. It's..."
    "Evil?"
    "Yes." It relieved her that he'd said it first. It didn't sound so foolish. "Whatever we've done in genetic engineering, in vitro, with social programs, we still can't control basic human failings: violence, lust, envy."
    "The seven deadly sins."
    She thought of the old woman and her poisoned pie. "Yeah. I've got to go."
    "Will you come to me when you're off duty tonight?"
    "I don't know when I'll log out. It could be -- "
    "Will you come?"
    "Yeah."
    Then he smiled, and she knew he was waiting for her to make the move. She was sure he knew just how hard it was for her to cross to him, to bring her lips up, to press them, however casually, to his.
    "See you."
    "Eve. You should have gloves."
    She decoded the door, tossed a quick smile over her shoulder. "I know -- but I just keep losing them."
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    Her up mood lasted until she walked into her office and found DeBlass and his aide waiting for her.
    Deliberately, DeBlass stared at his gold watch. "More banker's hours than police hours, Lieutenant Dallas."
    She knew damn well it was only minutes past eight, but shrugged out of her jacket. "Yeah, it's a pretty lush life around here. Is there something I can do for you, senator?"
    "I'm aware there's been yet another murder. I'm obviously dissatisfied with your progress. However, I'm here for damage control. I do not want my granddaughter's name linked with the two other victims."
    "You want Simpson for that, or his press secretary."
    "Don't smirk at me, young woman." DeBlass leaned forward. "My granddaughter is dead. Nothing can change that. But I will not have the DeBlass name sullied, muddied by the death of two common whores."
    "You seem to have a low opinion of women, senator." She was careful not to smirk this time, but watched him, and considered.
    "On the contrary; I revere them. Which is why those who sell themselves, those who disregard morality and common decency,