In Death 02 - Glory in Death

learned, as we had been unable to learn during our marriage, the value of compromise."
    "Mr. Angelini, who inherits Prosecutor Towers's interest in Mercury after her death?"
    His brow lifted. "I do, Lieutenant, according to the terms of our business contract. There are also a few holdings in some real estate that will revert to me. This was an arrangement of our divorce settlement. I would guide the interests, advise her on investments. Upon the death of one of us, the interests and profits or losses would revert to the other. We both agreed, you see, and trusted that in the end, all either of us had of value would go to our children."
    "And the rest of her estate. Her apartment, her jewelry, whatever possessions that weren't part of your agreement?"
    "Would, I assume, be left to our children. I imagine there would be a few bequests to personal friends or charities."
    Eve was going to dig quickly to learn just how much Towers had tucked away. "Mr. Angelini, you were aware that your ex-wife was intimately involved with George Hammett."
    "Naturally."
    "And this was... not a problem?"
    "A problem? Do you mean, Lieutenant, did I, after nearly twelve years of divorce, harbor homicidal jealousy for my ex-wife? And did I slice the throat of the mother of my children and leave her dead on the street?"
    "In words to that effect, Mr. Angelini."
    He said something in Italian under his breath. Something, Eve suspected, uncomplimentary. "No, I did not kill Cicely."
    "Can you tell me your whereabouts on the night of her death?"
    She could see his jaw tense and noticed the control it took for him to relax it again, but his eyes never flickered. She imagined he could stare a hole through steel.
    "I was at home in my townhouse from eight o'clock on."
    "Alone?"
    "Yes."
    "Did you see or speak with anyone who can verify that?"
    "No. I have two domestics, and both were out on their night off, which was why I was home. I wanted quiet and privacy for an evening."
    "You made no calls, received none during the evening?"
    "I received a call at about three A. M. from Commander Whitney informing me of my wife's death. I was in bed, alone, when the call came in."
    "Mr. Angelini, your ex-wife was in a West End dive at one o'clock in the morning. Why?"
    "I haven't any idea. No idea at all."
    Later, when Eve stepped into the glass tube to descend, she beeped Feeney. "I want to know if Marco Angelini was in any kind of financial squeeze, and how much that squeeze would have loosened at his ex-wife's sudden death."
    "You smell something, Dallas?"
    "Something," she muttered. "I just don't know what."

CHAPTER FIVE
    Eve stumbled into her apartment at nearly one A. M. Her head was ringing. Mavis's idea of dinner on her night off had been to take in a rival club. Already aware she would pay for the evening's entertainment in the morning, Eve stripped on the way to the bedroom.
    At least the evening out with Mavis had pushed the Towers case out of her mind. Eve might have worried she had no mind left, but she was too exhausted to think about it.
    She fell naked and facedown on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
    Eve woke, violently aroused.
    It was Roarke's hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded into her throat as his mouth covered hers. His was greedy, hot, giving her no choice, really no choice at all but to respond in kind. Even as she fumbled for him, those long, clever fingers pierced her, diving into her so that she bowed up into the frenzy of orgasm.
    His mouth on her breast, sucking, teeth scraping. His elegant hands relentless so that her cries came out in whimpers of shock and gratitude. Another staggering climax to layer thick over the first.
    Her hands sought purchase in the tangled sheets, but nothing could anchor her. As she flew up again, she gripped him, nails scraping down his back, up to grab handfuls of his hair.
    "God!" It was the single coherent word she managed as he plunged into her, so hard, so deep she was amazed she didn't die from the pleasure of it. Her body bucked helplessly, frantically, continued to shudder even after he'd collapsed on her.
    He let out a long, satisfied sigh and lazily nuzzled her ear. "Sorry to wake you."
    "Roarke? Oh, was that you?"
    He bit her.
    She smiled quietly in the dark. "I didn't think you'd be back until tomorrow."
    "I got lucky. Then I followed your trail into the bedroom."
    "I was out with Mavis. We went to a place called Armageddon.