In Death 23 - Born in Death

heat to heart to loins.
    A unit, he thought. Two lost souls, steeped in shadows, that had found each other. He shouldn’t have forgotten, even in temper, the miracle of that.
    When he pulled her around to face him, her eyes were heavy, her face flushed—and her lips slowly curved.
    “Oh, it’s you. I thought there was something familiar, but I wasn’t sure.” She reached down, took the hot, hard length of him in her hands. “Yeah, I recognize this.”
    She kept those sleepy eyes open and on his when he pushed her back against the wet wall. While the jetting water thundered he took her mouth, took her taste and quivered with the thrill when her lips met his with equal passion.
    Then, gripping her hips, he plunged into her, swallowing her cries, her gasps, her moans, as he drove them both.
    Her fingers slid down him, dug in for purchase as shock and excitement ripped through her. There was nothing but the heat, the wet, the glorious hard body against her, in her. The pleasure shot her up so high she had to fight for breath to even moan his name.
    Then it wrung her out, made her weak, made her woozy. She felt him let go, felt him give himself to her as she went limp.
    “Ta cion agam ort.” With his body warm and pressed to hers he murmured it.
    I love you, Eve thought, in Gaelic. Knowing he used it when it mattered most to him, she smiled.
     
    F eeling relaxed and accommodating, she let him pick the meal and ended up eating some sort of lightly grilled fish with a side of spicy rice mixed with crispy vegetables. She might have preferred a burger and fries drenched in salt, but she couldn’t complain.
    And the chilly glass of Italian white made it all go down smooth as silk.
    “Before we go any further,” he began, “I want to say more than feeling kicked, I felt I’d been sucker punched by this. And it bruised.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Hardly your fault. The fact is, I was equally furious with myself. I should have seen it coming.”
    “Why? How? ”
    “A prominent accounting firm, with prominent clients.” He moved his shoulders. “There had to be some question that I’d have access to the financial data of some competitors. And the ensuing uproar over it.”
    “Hey.” She stabbed out with her fork. “You’re not going to take their side on this one. That’ll just piss me off all over again.”
    “I’m not, no. I think it was poorly handled. Still, I should have expected something along those lines, and been better prepared to deal with it.”
    “They bitch-slapped both of us. I’m not going to forget it.”
    “Nor will I. Why don’t you tell me about the progress of the investigation. If nothing else, it’ll make me feel we’ve given them a good poke in the eye.”
    “Sure.”
    He listened while she brought him up to date.
    “So somebody accessed her files and deleted whatever it was she was looking into. A clean job, according to McNab. They’re going to keep digging.”
    “Smarter if they’d taken the units, as they did on the crime scenes.”
    “Yeah, in hindsight. I’m guessing the killer couldn’t be sure we’d pin it to an account and start looking there. And until I talk to her supervisor, I don’t know that we will pin it to a specific account. When you take a scan of her office unit, even a hard look, you just see her tidy, organized files and data. The missing pieces only show up if you’re looking for them—those specific times and dates.”
    “Foreign accounts,” he mused. “It would be, most likely, a company—or individuals attached to it—that has interests here as well. Most likely directly here in New York. EDD hasn’t yet determined if the access was remote or on site?”
    “Not yet. My gut tells me on site. The killer hauled off their home units. If he had solid hacker skills, why not just delete the files from them? Or better, do that by remote before or after the killing? He hauled them away so he could get rid of them, ditch the data and dispose of the units. Not so easy to walk off with office equipment.”
    “Good security?”
    “Damn good. I don’t think anyone could have wandered in after hours without it showing up on discs. And nothing has. He deleted the files during working hours. Maybe got the passcodes and deleted from another station inside the building, maybe got into her office while her assistant was busy elsewhere. With the delay getting the warrant to confiscate, there was time. The killer or an accessory is inside the