In Death 02 - Glory in Death

conviction, dedication, and integrity has been murdered on the streets of this great city, left there to bleed in the rain. Cicely Towers will not be forgotten, but will be remembered as a woman who fought for justice in a world where we struggle for it. Even death can't dim her legacy.
    "But will her killer be brought to the justice she lived her entire life upholding? The Police and Security Department of New York as yet offers no hope. Primary investigating officer, Lieutenant Eve Dallas, a jewel of the department, is unable to answer that question."
    Eve all but growled when her image filled the screen. Morse's voice continued.
    "When reached by 'link, Lieutenant Dallas refused to comment on the murder and the progress of the investigation. No denial was issued as to the speculation that a cover-up is in process..."
    "Why that smarmy-faced bastard. He never asked about a cover-up. What cover-up?" The slap of her hand on the arm of the chair made Galahad leap away to safer ground. "I've barely had the case for thirty hours."
    "Ssh," Roarke said mildly and left her to spring up and stalk the room.
    "... the long list of prominent names that are linked with Prosecutor Towers, among them Commander Whitney, Dallas's superior. The commander recently refused the offer of the position as Chief of Police and Security. A long-standing, intimate friend of the victim -- "
    "That's it!" Furious, Eve slapped the screen off manually. "I'm going to slice that worm into pieces. Where the hell is Nadine Furst? If we've got to have a reporter sniffing up our ass, at least she's got a mind."
    "I believe she's on Penal Station Omega, a story on prison reform. You might consider a press conference, Eve. The simplest way to deal with this kind of heat is to toss a well-chosen log on the fire."
    "Fuck that. What was that broadcast anyway, a report or an editorial?"
    "There's little difference since the revised media bill passed thirty years ago. A reporter has the right to flavor a story with his opinion, as long as it's expressed as such."
    "I know the damn law." The robe, brilliant with color, swirled around her legs as she turned. "He's not going to get away with insinuating a cover-up. Whitney runs a clean department. I run a clean investigation. And he's not going to get away with using your name to cloud it, either, " she continued. "That's what he was leading up to with that excuse for news. That was next."
    "He doesn't worry me, Eve. He shouldn't worry you."
    "He doesn't worry me. He pisses me off." She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath to settle herself. Slowly, very slowly and very wickedly, she began to smile. "I've got the perfect payback." She opened her eyes again. "How do you think that little bastard would like it if I contacted Furst, gave her an exclusive?"
    Roarke set aside his cup. "Come here."
    "Why?"
    "Never mind." He rose and went to her instead. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her hard. "I'm crazy about you."
    "I take that to mean you think it's a pretty good idea."
    "My late unlamented father taught me one valuable lesson. 'Boy,' he would say to me in the thick brogue of a champion drunk, 'the only way to fight is to fight dirty. The only place to hit is below the belt.' I have a feeling you'll have Morse nursing his balls before the day's out."
    "No, he won't be nursing them." Delighted with herself, Eve kissed him back. "Because I'll have sliced them right off."
    Roarke gave a mock shudder. "Vicious women are so attractive. Did you say you had a couple of hours?"
    "Not anymore."
    "I was afraid of that." He stepped back, took a disc from his pocket. "You might find this useful."
    "What is it?"
    "Some data I put together, on Towers's ex, on Hammett. Files on Mercury. "
    Her fingers chilled as they closed over the disc. "I didn't ask you to do this."
    "No, you didn't. You'd have gotten access to it, but it would have taken you longer. You know if you require my equipment, it's available to you. "
    She understood he was talking about the room he had, the unregistered equipment that the sensors of Compuguard couldn't detect. "I prefer going through proper channels for the moment."
    "As you like. If you change your mind while I'm gone, Summerset's aware you have access."
    "Summerset wishes I had access to hell," she muttered.
    "Excuse me?"
    "Nothing. I've got to get dressed." She turned away, then stopped. "Roarke, I'm working on it."
    "On what?"
    "On accepting what you seem to feel for me."
    He lifted