In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

with a vicious tug of guilt. He should have known Roarke would learn of the incident almost before it was over. "I've just given the lieutenant my statement of the events. I intended to contact you when I returned home."
    "Did you?" Roarke murmured. "One of the MTs called to the scene recognized you when you checked on an injured man. He managed to pass the word up to me before you did."
    "I'm sorry. I had hoped to reassure you that there was no harm done. As you can see, I was unhurt."
    "Do you think I'm going to tolerate this?" Roarke spoke softly, in a tone that warned Eve the teeth of temper were ready to snap and bite.
    "There's nothing to tolerate. It's done and over."
    Her eyebrows went up. It was the voice of a patient father chastising a son. Her gaze cut to Roarke, saw the temper shimmer.
    "All right, over and done. I've made arrangements for you to have a holiday. You have the next two weeks off. I suggest you use the chalet in Switzerland. It's one of your favorites."
    "It's not convenient for me to holiday at the moment. Thank you all the same."
    "Pack what you need. Your transpo will be ready in two hours."
    "I'm not leaving."
    "I want you out of the city, and now. If the chalet doesn't suit you, go where you like. But you will go."
    "I have no intention of going anywhere."
    "Fuck it. You're fired."
    "Very well. I will remove my belongings and book a hotel until -- "
    "Oh, shut up. Both of you shut the hell up." She fisted her hands in her hair, yanked fiercely. "Just my luck, you finally say the words I've been waiting over a year to hear and I can't do my happy dance. You expect him to put his tail between his skinny legs and hide?" she demanded of Roarke. "You think when you're in the middle of this kind of mess he's just going to bop over to Switzerland and yodel, or whatever the hell they do there?"
    "You of all people should understand why it's necessary to remove him from immediate danger. Yost missed. He'll be angry, his pride in his work will be damaged. He'll come in again, and harder."
    "Which is why Summerset will be escorted home to that fortress we live in, and stay there, in protective custody, until I say different."
    "I will not agree to such -- "
    "I said shut up!" She rounded on Summerset, taking one step that put her directly between both furious men. She could all but feel the bullets of heat and rage shooting out of each of them. "Do you want him sick with worry over you? Do you want him grieving if you make a mistake and something happens to you? Maybe your pride's too big for you to swallow comfortably, pal, but it's not too big for me to shove down your throat. You're both going to do what I tell you, or I'm charging you" -- she drilled a finger into Summerset's chest -- "with carrying a concealed. And you" -- she whipped around to Roarke and gave him the same treatment -- "with interfering with a police procedure. I'll toss you in a cage together and let you fight it out while I finish the damn job. But what I won't do is stand here and listen to the pair of you bicker like a couple of kids."
    Roarke gripped her arm, fingers digging in like vises before he found some tattered threads of control. Saying nothing, he turned and walked out.
    "Well, wasn't that fun?"
    "Lieutenant."
    "Shut up, just shut the hell up a minute." She stalked to her window, stared out hard. "You're the only thing he brought with him from the past that he values."
    Emotion wavered over Summerset's face. Suddenly, even his bones felt weary. He lowered himself into her chair. "I'll give you my full cooperation, Lieutenant. Shall I wait here while you arrange my transportation?"
    "Here's fine."
    "Lieutenant," he said before she reached the door. Their eyes met. "It isn't just pride. I can't leave him. He's... he's mine."
    "I know it." She let out a sigh. "I'll get a couple of guys in soft clothes in an unmarked to take you home. That should take some of the sting out of it." She opened the door, and turned back with a sneer to steady them both. "Next time he fires you, pal, I'm doing laps in champagne."

CHAPTER NINETEEN
    Eve dealt with the transportation, assigned a couple of uniforms to head over to Madison and interview shopkeepers who might have seen Yost flee the scene. Though she didn't put out much hope it would lead to anything, she ordered them to hunt up the maxibus driver for a statement.
    Then she gathered up Peabody and went down to the garage.
    "He'll stay put? Summerset?"
    "Yeah, he'll stay