In Death 21 - Origin in Death

going foolish."
    "What's wrong?" The sudden sheen of tears had Eve's stomach knotting. "What is it?"
    "I'm here. And there's part of me can't stop thinking how much Siobhan would have loved to be. How proud she'd be of everything her son's accomplished. What he has, what he's become. I wish I could give her even an hour of my life that she could stand here and talk to his wife in their beautiful home. And I can't."
    "I don't know much about it, but I'd guess she'd be glad you're here. I guess she'd be grateful you've, well, you've taken him in."
    "Just the right thing to say. Thanks for that. I'm happy to stand in as his mother, and sad that my sister had so little time with her child. He has our eyes. Not the color, the shape of them. It comforts me to look in. them, and see that part of us. Of her. I hope it comforts him to see her in me. I'll let you get back to work."
    "Wait. Wait." Eve held up a hand, let the thoughts circle. "Your brother, the one who's here."
    "Ned."
    "He went to Dublin looking for your sister and her baby."
    "He did." Her mouth set. "And was nearly beaten to death for it. Patrick Roarke." She all but spat it. "The police were no help. We knew she was gone, our Siobhan. We knew but had no proof of it. We tried to find him for her, and nearly lost Ned."
    "Hypothetical. If you'd known where to find Roarke when he was a kid, how to get to him, what was happening to him, when he'd been a boy, what would you have done?"
    Those lovely eyes went hot and hard. "If I'd known where that bastard had my sister's child, my blood and bone, my heart that he'd murdered? That he was treating that child worse than you'd treat a stray dog, trying to train him to be what he himself was? I swear before God, I'd have moved heaven and earth to get to that boy, to get him away, to get him safe. He was mine, wasn't he? He was, is, part of me."
    "Son of a bitch! Sorry," she said when Sinead's eyebrows shot up. "Son of a bitch." And she leaped to her desk 'link. "Lieutenant Dallas. Get me the lead officer on duty," she barked. "Now."
    "This is Officer Otts, Lieutenant."
    "Determine location of student Diana Rodriguez, age twelve. Immediately. Security check, full parameter. I'm staying linked until you report affirmation on both. Move your ass!"
    Sinead's eyes were wide, and for a moment resembled her grandson's. "Well now, you're formidable, aren't you?"
    "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Eve kicked her desk as Sinead looked on. "Her mother. Waiting for her mother. Well, who the hell's her mother? Not that bogus data listing, that's for damn sure. Deena. She meant Deena."
    "I'm sure she did," Sinead replied softly.
    "Lieutenant, Diana Rodriguez can't be located. I've ordered a full search of the facilities and the grounds. There's been an unreported breach in the southwest wall. I'm checking on that."
    "You're checking on it."
    Sinead stood, fascinated, as Eve verbally chewed Officer Otts down to bare bone.
     
    I SHOULD’ VE THOUGHT OF IT. I SHOULD VE
    known." She had to calm down, Eve told herself. Feeney was on his way. They'd use the homer implant. They'd track the kid.
    "You have thought of it," Roarke reminded her.
    "After it was too late to stop it. To use it. You got a top security facility, you've got seasoned cops, and still she walks in, gets the kid. walks out."
    "She'd studied the system, Eve. She'd gotten through it once before. And her motivation was very strong."
    "Which makes me more of an idiot for not realizing the kid was key. She wants to stop it. Will kill to stop it. That's what I focused on. But the kid, more than a replica of her. She's from her."
    "Her child," Roarke agreed. "Obviously knowing Diana existed was one thing. Seeing her, face to face, pushed getting her out to priority."
    "She wasn't trained the same as Avril," Eve pointed out. "Look at her records. Languages, electronics, comp sciences, martial arts training, international law and global studies, weaponry, explosives. Light on domestic sciences."
    "Training her to be a soldier."
    "No, a spook." Furious with herself, she shoved at her hair. "I'm betting spook. Infiltrate covert ops, move up the ranks. But she used her training to get out, stay gone. The murders looked professional because they were. They looked personal because they were."
    "They ... encoded her ..." Roarke said, for lack of a better term, "... to do exactly what she did."
    "That's the point, and the point Legal will use if and when she goes to trial. See here? They