In Death 02 - Glory in Death

sweepers who were scanning the living area of Morse's apartment. They had the lights on high. The sun was going down.
    "And interrupting his flow. Dallas, I told you this would be slow work. Morse was an expert on compuscience. He knew all the tricks."
    "He'd have written it down, Feeney. Like a fucking news report. And if he's got Nadine, that's on one of those damned discs, too."
    "I'm with you on that, kid, but breathing down my man's neck isn't going to free up the data any quicker. Give us some space here, for Christ's sake. Don't you have a fancy do tonight?"
    "What?" She grimaced. "Oh hell."
    "Go put on your party dress and leave us alone."
    "I'm not going to dress up like some brainless idiot and eat canapes while he's out there."
    "He's going to be out there, whatever you're wearing. Listen up, we've got a citywide net out on him, his car. His apartment's under heavy surveillance, so's the station. You can't help us here. This part's my job."
    "I can -- "
    "Slow up the process by making me talk to you," he snapped. "Go away, Dallas. The minute I get anything, the first byte, I'll call you in."
    "We've got him, Feeney. We've got the who, the what."
    "Let me try to find the where. If Nadine Furst is still alive, every minute counts."
    That was what haunted her. She wanted to argue, but there was no ammunition. "Okay, I'll go, but -- "
    "Don't call me," Feeney interrupted. "I'll call you." He broke transmission before she could swear at him.
    Eve was trying hard to understand relationships, the importance of balancing lives and obligations, the value of compromise. What she had with Roarke was still new enough to fit snugly, like a vaguely uncomfortable shoe, and lovely enough to keep wearing it until it stretched to accommodate.
    So she dashed into the bedroom at a full run, saw him standing in the dressing area, and launched into the offense strategy.
    "Don't give me any grief about being late. Summerset already handled that." She whipped off her harness, tossed it on a chair. Roarke finished securing a square of gold to his cuff, hands elegant, steady.
    "You don't answer to Summerset." He looked at her then, a brief flick of the eyes as she tugged off her shirt. "Nor to me."
    "Look, I had work." Naked from the waist up, she dropped into a chair to pull off her boots. "I said I'd be here, and I'm here. I know guests are going to be arriving in ten minutes." She heaved a boot aside as Summerset's abrasive words scraped through her head. "I'll be ready. I don't take hours to put some dress on and trowel a bunch of gunk on my face."
    Boots disposed of, she arched her hips and wiggled out of her jeans. Before they hit the floor she was dashing into the adjoining bath. With a smile for the exit, Roarke followed her.
    "There's no hurry, Eve. You don't clock in to a cocktail party, or get docked for tardiness."
    "I said I'd be ready." She stood in the crisscrossing sprays of his shower, lathering pale green liquid into her hair. Suds dripped into her eyes. "I'll be ready."
    "Fine, but no one will be offended if you come down in twenty minutes, or thirty for that matter. Do you expect me to be annoyed with you because you have another life?"
    She swiped at her stinging eyes, tried to see him through suds and steam. "Maybe."
    "Then you're doomed to disappointment. If you recall, I met you via that other life. And I have a number of other obligations as well." He watched her rinse her hair. It was pleasant to see the way she tilted her face back, the way water and soap sleeked down and away from her skin. "I'm not trying to box you in. I'm just trying to live with you."
    She blew her wet hair out of her eyes as he opened the body dryer for her. She stepped toward it, pivoted. Then surprised him by grabbing his face in both of her hands and kissing him with a burst of enthusiasm.
    "It can't be easy." She stepped into the tube and hit the power that swirled warm, dry air over her. "I can have a hard time living with myself. Sometimes I wonder why you don't just deck me when I start on you."
    "It's occurred to me, but you're so often armed."
    Dry and fragrant from the perfumed soap, she stepped out. "I'm not now. "
    He caught her by the waist, then stroked his hands down over her firm, muscled bottom. "Other things occur to me when you're naked."
    "Yeah." She wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the fact that by rising slightly on her toes they were eye to eye, mouth to mouth. "Like what?"
    With more than a little