In Death 15 - Purity in Death

here right now, reading this before I go on the air because I respect you, because you're someone else I consider a friend, and because I happen to believe justice doesn't have shortcuts. If you don't respect me and my purpose, then I've made a mistake."
    Eve turned away, kicked a small sofa with enough force to make Nadine wince. "You're the only reporter I've been able to stand, on a professional level, for more than ten minutes."
    "Oh my. I'm so very touched."
    "Friendship's a separate issue. Let's just stick with the program for now. You're good at your job, and you play it straight."
    "Thank you. And right back at you."
    "That doesn't mean I'm going to do a happy dance knowing you're going to be broadcasting this crap. Guardians, my ass. You can't put a damn halo on murder."
    "Good one. Can I quote you?"
    Fury leaped into Eve's eyes. "This is off the record."
    "This is all off the record," Nadine agreed calmly. "But you're going to want to go on the record very fast. I need a one-on-one with you, interviews with Whitney, with Tibble, with Feeney, McNab. I need to talk to Halloway's people. Family, friends, associates. I need a statement from the mayor."
    "Would you like me to tie a bow around all that for you, Nadine?"
    Nadine fisted her hands on her hips. "This is my area, and I know how to play it. If you want this story balanced, if you hope to spin it your way, I need airtime with all the key players."
    "Eve." Roarke laid a hand on Eve's rigid shoulder. "She's right. She couldn't be more right. The majority of viewers will be fascinated by this group. They'll look at Cogburn and Fitzhugh-"
    "Who's Fitzhugh?" Nadine demanded. "Are you talking about Chadwick Fitzhugh? Is he dead?"
    "Shut up," Eve snapped. "Let me think."
    "Let me finish," Roarke corrected. "They'll look at the people this group has executed and think: Well, it's no more than they deserved. They were parasites preying on our children."
    "Like you," she said before she could stop herself.
    Face expressionless, he inclined his head. "If you're hoping yet I'll work my way around to indignation over the death of a swine like Fitzhugh, you're doomed to disappointment. The difference is I saw what happened to a young cop today. What happened to Ian, what might have happened to Feeney. To you. That changes the complexion of this pompous, egocentric, and self-serving statement. But some who hear it will consider this purity group heroes."
    "Heroism isn't achieved by remote control," Eve snapped.
    "If you keep spouting sound bites like that off the record," Nadine said, "I'm going to break down and cry."
    "Then show them up for cowards," Roarke told her. "Let the public see the grief Halloway's family is feeling because their son was an innocent victim. A cop who died in the line of duty because of something this group started. You let them see McNab, young, eager, wounded. You need to use the media as thoroughly, as skillfully as they will."
    "I need to find them, I need to stop them, not play Who's Spinning the Media Wheel now."
    "Lieutenant." Roarke squeezed her shoulder. "You need to do both."
    "I need that disc."
    Nadine ejected it, held it out. "This is the original. I've already made a copy for myself." She smiled as Eve snatched it out of her hand. "It's going to be such fun working with you."
    "I don't give you anything on record until I've cleared this with Whitney."
    "Go ahead, give him a call. I'd say we could all use some coffee."
    "I'll give you a hand with that." Roarke strolled out of the room with her.
    Eve took a moment to calm down. She hated knowing Nadine was right. She would have to fight part of this battle on the airwaves.
    She used Nadine's 'link to wake up her commander.
    "She's been in there a long time." Nadine poured a second cup of coffee.
    "You wouldn't break the story at this time of morning." Because Nadine was puffing on one of her herbals, Roarke indulged himself with a cigarette. He preferred real tobacco. "You'll wait until six to maximize the viewing audience and ratings, catch your competitors unprepared, and thoroughly screw up their first-of-the-day broadcasts."
    "You're good at this."
    "I've some experience with manipulation."
    "I'm giving her ten more minutes, then I have to call into the station, block the time, do the prep, call in an electronics expert. I don't suppose you'd-"
    "I think not. That would be skirting right over the line Eve's already drawn in her mind over this. But I can recommend a couple of