In Death 07 - Holiday in Death

Mavis." Towering over them, Leonardo smiled his gorgeous smile. "Merry Christmas, Dallas." He bent down to kiss her cheek. "We have something for you, both of you. Just a token."
    He took a package from behind his back and put it in Eve's hands. "Mavis and I are having our first Christmas together, thanks in a large part to you." His gold eyes misted.
    Because she couldn't think of what to say, Eve set the package on one of the banquet tables and began to unwrap it.
    Inside was a box of carved and polished wood, its brass hinges gleaming. "It's beautiful."
    "Open it up," Mavis prompted, all but bouncing. "Tell them what it means, Leonardo."
    "The wood's for friendship, the metal for love." He waited until Eve opened the lid to reveal the two silk-lined compartments within. "One part is for your memories, the other for your wishes."
    "He thought of it." Mavis squeezed Leonardo's big hand. "Isn't he mag?"
    "Yeah." Eve managed to nod. "It's great, really great."
    Understanding his wife, Roarke touched a hand to her shoulder, then stepped forward to extend the other to Leonardo. "It's a lovely gift. A perfect one. Thank you." And with a smile he kissed Mavis. "Both of you."
    "Now you can make a wish together on Christmas Eve." Delighted, Mavis threw her arms around Eve, held hard, then swung back to Leonardo. "Let's dance."
    "I'm going to get sloppy," Eve murmured when her friends moved off.
    "It's the season for it." He lifted her chin, smiled into her swimming eyes. "I love watching you feel."
    Riding the emotion, she cupped a hand around the back of his neck and drew his mouth down to hers. A long, warm kiss that soothed rather than excited.
    She was smiling when she drew back. "That's the first memory for our box."
    "Lieutenant."
    Eve turned, clearing her throat as she looked at Whitney. Embarrassment fluttered as she thought of him catching her with her eyes wet and her mouth still soft from Roarke's. "Sir."
    "I'm sorry to disrupt things." He offered Roarke an apologetic glance. "I've just received word that Piper Hoffman has been attacked."
    The cop snapped back into place. "Do you have her location?"
    "She's on her way to Hayes Memorial Hospital. Her condition is unknown at this time. Is there a private place I can fill you and your team in on known details?"
    "My office."
    "I'll take the commander down," Roarke said. "Get your people."
    "She was attacked in the living quarters above Personally Yours," Whitney began. Out of habit, he'd placed himself behind the desk, but he didn't sit. "At this time, it's believed she was alone. The responding uniform reports that it appears her brother walked in during the assault. The assailant fled."
    "Was the witness able to ID?" Eve demanded.
    "Not as yet. He's at the hospital with his sister. The scene has been secured. I've ordered the uniforms to leave it undisturbed and await your arrival."
    "I'll take Feeney. We'll go to the hospital first." She caught Peabody's quick jolt of shock, but kept her eyes on Whitney. "I don't want to break Peabody's and McNab's cover at this time. I prefer for them to remain here, in contact, until I move on the scene."
    "It's your call," Whitney said simply, and it was one he agreed with.
    "We've got witnesses this time, and he's on the run. He's scared. He can't be sure he wasn't made. And, if Piper stays alive, this makes his third miss." She turned to her team. "I've got to change out of this thing. Feeney, I'll be downstairs in five minutes. Peabody, contact the hospital and see what you can find out on the victim's status. McNab, I'll have a uniform bring you the security discs. I want them run before we get back."
    "Dallas," Whitney said as she strode to the elevator, "let's cage this bastard in."
    "One of these days," Feeney said as they walked down the hospital corridor, "I'm going to leave one of your parties with my wife."
    "Cheer up, Feeney. We might've just caught the break that will put this away and give you a nice cozy Christmas."
    "Yeah, there's that." Someone moaned behind an opened door as they passed, and had Feeney hunching his shoulders. "Too many broken bodies around here to suit me. The way the roads are tonight, they've probably been hauling in traffic accidents all night."
    "Cheerful thought. There's Rudy. I'll take him. See if you can find her attending and an update."
    One look at the man slumped in a chair with his head in his hands and Feeney couldn't have been happier to be somewhere else. "He's all yours,