In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

about her.
    It wouldn’t be the first time she had some ridiculous conversation with one of Roarke’s formers. It was unlikely to be the last.
    She heard the telltale click of girl shoes on the aging floor, and made herself feel ridiculous by pretending to flip through a hard copy of a report.
     
    87
    When she glanced up, Magdelana was all sultry smiles in a sleek black suit with a silky fur collar.
    “Thanks for seeing me,” she began. “I’m not sure you remember, but we met briefly last night. I’m-”
    Eve wasn’t going for the smile, and she sure as hell wasn’t going for sultry. Her tone was flat. “I know who you are.”
    “Oh, well then,” Magdelana said after a beat. “What a maze this place is! The hub, I suppose, of New York’s law enforcement. And this is your office?” She glanced around, scanning the dented file cabinet, the skinny window, the battered desk. Her perfect eyebrows winged up. “Not what I expected, really. It is Lieutenant, isn’t it?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Hmmm. I hope I’m not interrupting some vital sort of police work.”
    “As a matter of fact…”
    Magdelana blinked those emerald eyes once. “This is awkward. I was hoping it wouldn’t be. I wanted to come here, to see you, to ask if I could buy you a drink when you’re finished your work.”
    “Why?”
    “I suppose I wanted to make it clear I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”
    Eve leaned back in her chair, swiveled idly. “Have you killed anyone since entering my jurisdiction?”
    “No.” There was a quick, sharp smile. “Not since then.”
    “In that case, we’re clear.”
    “Eve.” Her voice was smooth, as was her move as she eased a hip onto Eve’s desk. “I only wanted to reassure you that what was between me and Roarke was over long ago.
    We were practically children when we were involved. You don’t have a thing to worry about.”
    Eve cocked her head. “Do I look worried?”
    “I don’t know you, so how can I say? Roarke did mention I wouldn’t like you, and I suppose I’m just contrary enough that I wanted to prove him wrong. So I hoped we could have a drink, and diffuse any potential problems. Especially since he’s going to be helping me with some of my affairs.”
    88
     
    “Funny.” And the fist in her belly went slippery and sick. “You look like the type who can handle her own affairs just fine.”
    “Business affairs. We’d both know Roarke has no equal when it comes to financial affairs. Or, let’s be honest, any sort of affair.” She gave a light laugh. “But this is strictly business, I promise. After we had lunch today and he agreed to work with me, it suddenly occurred that you might think it was something other than business. After all, he’s a gorgeous and alluring man, and he and I were…”
    “Werewould be the operative verb.”
    “Yes. Absolutely. You see, I caused him pain a long time ago, I don’t want to be responsible for that again. If things work out as I hope, I’ll have business in New York for some time. I’m hoping we can all be friends.”
    She knew bullshit when it was being tossed at her by the shovelful. “You know, Ms.
    Purcell, I’m at absolute capacity in the friend department. You’ll have to apply elsewhere. As for Roarke and his business, that’s his deal. As for you, let’s get this straight: You don’t look stupid, so I don’t believe you think you’re the first of Roarke’s discarded skirts to swing back this way. You don’t worry me. In fact, you don’t much interest me. So if that’s all?”
    Slowly, Magdelana slid off the desk. “The man is just never wrong is he? I don’t like you.”
    “Aw.”
    She moved to the door, then stopped, leaned on the jamb as she looked over at Eve again.
    “Just one thing? He didn’t discard me. I discarded him. And since you don’t look stupid either, you know that makes all the difference.”
    Eve listened to the click of those heels. When they’d receded, she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes as her stomach churned.
    Because no, neither she nor Percell was stupid.
     
    89

Chapter 7
    FATIGUE DRAGGED AT HER WHEN SHE TURNED through the gates. Out of the unrelenting noise, the crowds, the quick temper, and vicious pace of the city, she thought, and into Roarke’s world.
    Exclusive, private, perfect. The long sweeping drive, which curved through the snow-covered grounds where no tromping feet, no impatient traffic had marred that pristine white carpet, led