In Death 02 - Glory in Death

the entire matter would remain buried. It didn't. I prefer something stronger than tea. Roarke?"
    "Whiskey if you have it, two fingers."
    "Tell them, Randy," Mirina whispered while he programmed two whiskeys from the recessed bar.
    He nodded, brought Roarke his glass, then knocked back the contents of his own. "Cicely called me on the night she was murdered."
    Eve's head jerked up like a hound scenting blood. "There was no record of that on her 'link. No record of an outgoing call."
    "She called from a public phone. I don't know where. It was just after midnight, your time. She was agitated, angry."
    "Mr. Slade, you told me in our official interview that you had not had contact with Prosecutor Towers on that night."
    "I lied. I was afraid."
    "You now choose to recant your earlier statement."
    "I wish to revise it. Without benefit of counsel, Lieutenant, and fully aware of the penalty for giving a false statement during a police investigation. I'm telling you now that she contacted me shortly before she was killed. That, of course, gives me an alibi, if you like. It would have been very close to impossible for me to have traveled cross-country and killed her in the amount of time I had. You can, of course, check my transmission records."
    "Be sure that I will. What did she want?"
    "She asked me if it was true. Just that, at first. I was distracted, working. It took me a moment to realize how upset she was, and then when she was more definite, to understand she was referring to Sector 38. I panicked, made some excuses. But you couldn't lie to Cicely. She pinned me to the wall. I was angry, too, and we argued."
    He paused, his eyes going to Mirina. He watched her, Eve thought, as if he waited for her to shatter like glass.
    "You argued, Mr. Slade?" Eve prompted.
    "Yes. About what had happened, why. I wanted to know how she had found out about it, but she cut me off. Lieutenant, she was furious. She told me she was going to deal with it for her daughter's sake. Then she would deal with me. She ended transmission abruptly, and I settled down to brood and to drink."
    He walked back to Mirina, laid a hand on her shoulder, stroked. "It was early in the morning, just before dawn, when I heard the news report and knew she was dead."
    "She had never spoken to you about the incident before."
    "No. We had an excellent relationship. She knew about the gambling, disapproved, but in a mild way. She was used to David. I don't think she understood how deeply we were both involved."
    "She did," Roarke corrected. "She asked me to cut you both off."
    "Ah." Slade smiled into his empty glass. "That's why I couldn't get through the door of your place in Vegas II."
    "That's why."
    "Why now?" Eve asked. "Why have you decided to revise your previous statement?"
    "I felt it was closing in on me. I knew how hurt Mirina would be if she heard it from someone else. I needed to tell her. It was her decision to contact you."
    "Our decision." Mirina reached for his hand again. "I can't bring my mother back, and I know how it will affect my father when we tell him Randy was used to hurt her. Those are things I have to learn to live with. I can do that, if I know that whoever used Randy, and me, will pay for it. She would never have gone out there, she would never have gone, but to protect me."
    When they were flying west, Eve paced the comfortable cabin. "Families. " She tucked her thumbs into her back pockets. "Do you ever think about them, Roarke?"
    "Occasionally." Since she was going to talk, he switched the business news off his personal monitor.
    "If we follow one theory, Cicely Towers went out on that rainy night as a mother. Someone was threatening her child's happiness. She was going to fix it. Even if she gave Slade the heave-ho, she was going to fix it first."
    "That's what we assume is the natural instinct of a parent."
    She slanted him a glance. "We both know better."
    "I wouldn't claim that either of our experiences are the norm, Eve."
    "Okay." Thoughtful, she sat on the arm of his chair. "So, if it's normal for a mother to jump to shield her child against any trouble, Towers did exactly as her killer expected. He understood her, judged her character well."
    "Perfectly, I'd say."
    "She was also a servant of the court. It was her duty, and certainly should have been her instinct, to call the authorities, report any threats or blackmail attempts."
    "A mother's love is stronger than the law."
    "Hers was, and whoever killed her knew it. Who