In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

took one step back. Then to Eve's utter shock, threw back his head and roared with laughter. Deep, rich, from-the-belly laughter. "Oh Jesus, if he wasn't dead already, that would kill him for certain. A citation from the fucking cops as his epitaph."
    "I happen to be a fucking cop," she reminded him between her teeth.
    "No offense, no offense, my gorgeous and darling lieutenant." He plucked her off her feet, swung her around. And knowing just how Mick would have enjoyed it all. Roarke felt the worst of the weight of grief lift. "He'll have a great laugh over it, wherever he might be."
    She could have said it wasn't a joke, but an honor. One of the highest and most serious it was in her power to arrange. But she was so relieved to see the glow back in Roarke's eyes, she shrugged. "Well, ha-ha. Now put me down. I want to catch some sleep before I go back in. With this auction coming off as planned tomorrow night, it's going to be another long one."
    "Let's sleep later. We're young yet."
    He gave her a last spin. They would, he thought, start the day with a celebration of life, not a mourning of death.
    Capturing her mouth with his, he stepped onto the wide platform and tumbled her onto the bed.
    The End