In Death 14 - Reunion in Death

caught and glinted on the teardrop-shaped crystals on the many tiers of a chandelier. Outside on a stone terrace, a couple in white robes strolled by, arm in arm.
    "Some digs you got here," Eve complimented Signorina Vincenti.
    "We are very proud. Perhaps one day when you are not on official business, you will come visit us. Life has so much stress, does it not, that one needs the small islands of tranquility. Ah, this is Signore Bartelli, our head of security."
    "Lieutenant." He bent slightly from the waist. "Sir," he said with another slight bow to Roarke. "I will accompany you?"
    She measured him. He was big, fit, and looked tough. "Sure, that'd be good."
    "My man is on post," he began as they moved into a wide area and into the two-level lobby with its rose marble floors and columns. A wide staircase curved up, split, then wound gracefully in opposite directions. "I have also had the corridor on that floor monitored since we received your transmission."
    "Anyway she can get out without using the hallway?"
    "Only if she leaps from the terrace. It is four floors up, and not recommended."
    "Put a man outside, on the ground. Just in case."
    "As you wish." He took out a small communicator, relayed the order as they stepped into an elevator.
    "I want all civilians kept in their rooms up there. She'll resist if she can, run if she can, take a hostage if she can."
    "The safety of our guests is paramount. We will see to their protection."
    When the elevator doors opened, Eve laid a hand on the butt of her weapon. She saw the guard outside a set of wide double doors. He sat, blocking them, sipping coffee.
    One sharp command in Italian from his superior had him springing to his feet, rattling back a response.
    "She has made no attempt to leave the room by this door,"Bartelli told Eve. "No one has tried to enter. Two guests, one from the next room, one from the end of this hallway, left their rooms. There are morning activities," he explained. "And the health club and pools are open twenty-four hours for the convenience of our guests."
    "Handy. All right, move aside and stand by."
    She shoved the chair out of the way, slid in the first code. "Which way is the bedroom?"
    "It is to the left, through an archway. Perhaps twelve feet from this door."
    "And to the right?"
    "A smaller sitting room."
    She slid in the second code. "Go right," she said to Roarke.
    She nudged the door open, soundlessly, and with her weapon out did a first, fast sweep. The living area of the suite was deep in shadow with the privacy drapes snug over the windows. There wasn't a sound.
    "On the door," she murmured to Bartelli and slipped inside.
    Her boots sank into the soft pile of an ancient carpet, clicked quietly over polished tile. She moved fast and silent through the archway and into the darkened bedroom. She smelled flowers, female. And heard nothing.
    "Lights," she ordered. "On full."
    Her weapon was trained toward the bed when they flashed on, and she found what her instincts had already told her. It was empty. There was a sheer black evening dress draped over a chair, a pair of carelessly discarded black heels beside it. And on the dresser was a silver-backed brush, a frosted bottle of scent. On the mirror above it, elegantly written in murderous red lip dye were two words.
    CIAO, EVE
    "She didn't just rabbit because she felt like a brisk pre-dawn run. She knew I was coming." Eve stared at the reservations manager with enough heat to melt stone. "Someone told her she'd been made."
    "Lieutenant Dallas, I assure you, I spoke to no one but you, and those you authorized me to speak to." She glanced at the message on the mirror over Eve's shoulder. "I have no explanation for this."
    "Obviously the woman had anticipated your movements."
    Captain Giamanno, who'd arrived at last with a trio of men, spread his hands. "There was a guard at the door after you requested one. There are security cameras in the hallway. She did not simply poof past these like a ghost."
    "No, she didn't poof past them like a ghost. She walked." Eve turned back to the bedroom computer, gestured as she ordered it to run the section of the disc she'd already viewed. "Right there."
    The screen showed the guard, sitting sleepily in his chair outside the suite's doors. The time stamp read oh-four-fifty-six hours. A door opened from the next room and a woman wearing one of the hotel's white robes, a wide straw hat with trailing scarf, and carrying a large straw purse came out. Her