In Death 19 - Visions in Death

when it's done, but I'll keep you updated as much as possible." "Could I go in with you? If I scrubbed--" "No." Louise leaned in, kissed his cheek. "Go down, give blood. Do the positive, think strong thoughts. Those things matter, I promise." "Okay, I'll go down now." "We'll both go down," Feeney said, then jerked his chin toward the waiting room. "We'll go down in shifts. Time we're finished, you'll have more cop blood in this place than you know what to do with."
    A little woozy from the loss of a pint of blood Eve would rather have lost it through injury than by syringe she sat back in the waiting area. Her hands stayed in Roarke's while her mind drifted.
    She thought of the first time she'd seen Peabody, looking efficient in her uniform. There'd been a body between them.
    There was always another body.
    She remembered when she'd pulled Peabody off patrol and into Homicide as her aide. And how Peabody had nearly "Sir, yes, sir'd" her to death in the first hour.
    Those days were over.
    Hadn't taken the smart mouth long to surface in, over, and around the "sirs." Stood up for herself is what she did. Respected the rank, but stood up for herself. Learned fast. Quick brain, good eyes. Good cop.
    God, how much longer? Fell for a detective who turned out to be a wrong cop.
    Shook her confidence, hurt her feelings. Then McNab had pranced in. Charles had glided. But in spite of the looks of that strange triangle, it has always been McNab.
    A couple of hard bumps and they'd bounced away from each other. Bad feelings, bitter words. Spitting at each other if they were in the same space more than ten seconds.
    Bounced back together eventually. Maybe that's what people did, bounced back where they were supposed to be, bumps or not.
    "Eve." At Roarke's voice, she stirred, blinked her eyes open.
    And followed his look toward the doorway and Louise.
    She got up quickly, joined the group already gathering around Louise.
    "She's out of surgery. They'll be bringing her into Recovery, and the surgeons will come through shortly to talk to you." "She came through it." McNab's voice was hoarse with fatigue and emotion. "She came through." "Yes. She's critical, and they'll almost certainly put her in ICU for the time being. She's in a coma." "Oh, God."
    "It's not unusual, Ian. It's a way for her body to rest, to recover. The early scans look good, but she'll need more.
    They'll need to keep a close eye on her for the next several hours." "She'll come out of it." "There's every reason to believe so, yes. There are some concerns the kidney, for instance. But she came through the surgery well. Strong." "I can see her, right? They're going to let me see her." "Absolutely. In just a little while." "Okay." That seemed to settle him. The shakes smoothed out of his voice. "And I can just sit with her, until she wakes up. She shouldn't wake up alone." "I'm sure you can. No more than two in the room at once.
    But it'll be good for her to know someone's there. She will know," Louise promised. "She'll know."
    Eve took her turn, stepping in with Roarke while McNab hovered just outside the room in ICU. She'd prepared herself, but it wasn't enough.
    Nothing would've been enough to brace her for that first look.
    Peabody lay on the narrow bed, tethered by more tubes than Eve cared to count. Maybe the steady hum and beep of monitors was supposed to be reassuring, but they made her jittery.
    But she could have taken that. She'd visited hundreds of victims, fellow cops, perps in hospital rooms, and knew what to expect.
    But none of them had been Peabody lying utterly still with her face so bruised it was barely recognizable.
    The sheet covered her to the neck, but Eve imagined there were many other bruises under it. Strapping, bandaging, suturing, and God knew what under that white sheet.
    "They'll treat the bruising," Roarke said from behind her.
    "It wouldn't have been a priority." "He broke her face. The son of a bitch." "And he'll pay for it. Look at me. Eve." He turned her, gripped her arms tight. "She's mine almost as much as she's yours. I'm in this until the end of it. I want my chance at him as well." "It can't be personal. That's the primary rule on any investigation.
    And that's bullshit." She stepped away from him, stepped toward the bed. "That's just raging bullshit, because it's as personal as it gets. He doesn't get by doing this to her. So yeah." She looked up, met his eyes, then turned her icy gaze to Peabody. "We're both in it, till the