In Death 10 - Witness in Death

stand, it should be wrapped up in a few hours. I'll take some personal time when it is."
    "When it is, let's take a few days. You could use some sun."
    "I'll think about it." Because they were alone, she leaned forward to kiss him.
    At oh seven ten, Eve stood in Whitney's office. He had her written report on disc and hard copy, was listening to her oral follow-up.
    "The doctor over Stiles estimates midday before he can be questioned. At this point, he's sedated. His condition is stable. Officer Trueheart remains in serious condition. His lower extremities are not yet responding to stimuli, and he has not, at this point, regained full consciousness. I would like to recommend Officer Trueheart for a citation for his conduct. His quick actions and disregard for personal safety were directly responsible for the apprehension of the suspect. The injuries sustained by him during the operation were not due to any negligence on his part but on mine."
    "So you state in your written report. I disagree with your analysis."
    "Sir, Officer Trueheart displayed courage and clear thinking under difficult and dangerous circumstances."
    "I don't doubt that, Lieutenant." He leaned back. "You're admirably controlled in both your written and oral reports. Are you considering discussing the problems with the operation personally with Captain Stuart? Because if you are, I will have to issue a direct order that you make no contact with Captain Stuart. She is, at this moment, being reprimanded by her superiors. You don't think that's enough?" he asked after a moment of thrumming silence.
    "It's not for me to say."
    "Admirably controlled," he repeated. "She fucked it up. Through her disregard for your authority, your orders, the chain of command, and all reasonable common sense, she botched the entire situation, is responsible for dozens of civilian injuries, thousands in property damage, offered the suspect the opportunity to flee, and put one of my men in the hospital."
    He leaned forward, spoke through his teeth. "Do you think I am not pissed?"
    "You are admirably controlled, sir."
    He let out a short blast of sound that might have been a laugh. "Did you advise Captain Stuart that you were in command, that you were on the scene, and had said scene under control, that all weapons were to be set to low stun and there was to be no discharging of same without extreme circumstance?"
    "Yes, sir, I did."
    "Captain Stuart will be dealt with, I promise you. She'll be lucky to work System Control when the internal investigation is complete. Be satisfied with that."
    "Trueheart's twenty-two years old." And it weighed on her, like a stone on the heart.
    "I'm aware of that. I'm aware of how it feels to have a man go down under your hand. Suck it in, Lieutenant, and do the job. Sit down."
    When she obeyed, he set her written report aside. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"
    "I'm all right."
    "When we're done here, you'll take two hours. That's an order. Anja Carvell," he began. "Do you consider her an essential element in this case?"
    "She's a loose thread. Any thread that isn't knotted off is an essential element."
    "And her alleged relationships to Kenneth Stiles and Richard Draco?"
    "The number of connections crossed in this case result in too many triangles to be ignored. It appears that Stiles arranged for Draco's murder, and as a result, Linus Quim's. However, there are a number of others with motive and opportunity. It isn't absolute that Stiles acted, more, that he acted alone. Before I moved on him, I was on the point of requesting a warrant to break the seal on Carly Landsdowne's adoption."
    "Take your two hours, then try Judge Levinsky. Most judges are reluctant to open seals on private adoptions. He may be your best bet, particularly if you catch him after he's had breakfast."
    She intended to follow orders. Finding a flat surface and sprawling over it would help clear her mind.
    She closed the door to her office, locked it, then simply stretched out on the floor. Before she could close her eyes, her palm 'link beeped.
    "Yeah, what?"
    "Good morning, Lieutenant."
    "No nagging," she muttered and pillowed her cheek on her hand. "I'm lying down right now."
    "Good." Roarke studied her face. "Though you'd be better off in a bed than on your office floor."
    "Do you know everything?"
    "I know you. Which is why I decided to contact you. I neglected to pass on some information last night. The name of the birth mother in Carly Landsdowne's