In Death 25 - Creation in Death

won’t be going home,” Roarke told her. “I’ll go in, start working in the war room. I’ll take care of getting myself there.”
    “I’ll go on in with you.” McNab looked at Eve. “If that’s all right with you, Lieutenant.”
    “Go ahead, and contact the rest of the team. No reason for them to lay around in bed when we’re not. This is a twenty-four/seven op now. I’ll work out subteams, twelve-hour shifts. The clock’s about to start on Ariel Greenfeld. We’re not going to find her like this.”
    She looked back. “I’m goddamned if we’re going to find her like this.”
     
    I t was still shy of dawn when she got to Central. Before she went to her office, she walked into the war room. As the lights flicked on she looked around. It was quiet now, empty of people. It wouldn’t be so again, she thought. Not until they’d closed this down.
    She was adding more men, more eyes, ears, legs, hands. More to work the streets, flash the killer’s picture, talk to neighbors, street people, cabbies, chemi-heads. More to knock on the doors of the far too numerous buildings Roarke had thus far listed in his search.
    More people to push, push, push, to track down every thread no matter how thin and knotted.
    Until this was done there was only one investigation, only one killer, only one purpose for her and every cop under her.
    She walked to the white board and in her own hand wrote out the time it had taken for Gia Rossi to die after Rossi’s name.
    Then she looked down at the next name she’d written. Ariel Greenfeld.
    “You hold the hell on. It’s not over, and it’s not going to be over, so you hold the hell on.”
    She turned, saw Roarke watching her from the doorway. “You made good time,” he told her. “McNab and I detoured up to EDD, to requisition more equipment. Feeney’s on his way in.”
    “Good.”
    He crossed over to stand, as she was, in front of the whiteboard. “It depends, on some level, on her now. On you, on us, certainly on him, but on some level, on her.”
    “Every hour she holds on, we get closer.”
    “And every hour she holds on, is another hour he may move on you. You want that. You’d will it to happen if you could.”
    No bullshit, she decided. No evasions. “That’s right.”
    “When they killed Marlena, all those years ago, broke her to pieces to prove a point to me, I wanted them to come at me.”
    Eve thought of Summerset’s daughter, how she’d been taken, tortured, and killed by rivals of the young, enterprising criminal Roarke had been. “If they had, the whole of them, you’d have ended up in the ground with her.”
    “That may be. That very likely may be.” He shifted his gaze from the board to meet hers. “But I wanted it, and would have willed it if I could have. But since that wasn’t to be, I found another way to end every one of them.”
    “He’s only one man. And there may not be another way.”
    Thinking of those who were lost, he looked at the board again. Only one man, and perhaps only one way. “That’s all very true. Here’s what I know, here’s what I understood out there in the cold and the dark with you tending to what he’d made of Gia Rossi. He thinks he knows you.”
    He turned his head now, and those brilliant blue eyes fired into hers. “He thinks he understands what you are, knows who you are. But he’s wrong. He doesn’t know or understand the likes of you. If it comes to the two of you, even for a moment, if it comes to the two of you, he may get a glimmer of who and what you are. And if he does, he’ll know something of fear.”
    “Well.” A little shaken, a little mystified, she blew out a breath. “That’s not what I was expecting out of you.”
    “When I looked at her, at what he’d done to her, I thought I would envision you there. Your face with her face, as it is on your board.”
    “Roarke—”
    “But I didn’t,” he continued, and lifted her hand to brush his fingers to her cheek. “Couldn’t. Not, I think, because it was more than I could stand. Not because of that, but because he’ll never have that power or control over you. You won’t allow it. And that, Darling Eve, is of considerable comfort to me.”
    “It’s a nice bolster for me, too.” She aimed a glance toward the door, just to make sure they were still alone. Then she leaned in, kissed him. “Thanks. I’ve got to go.”
    “And if he kills you,” Roarke added as she strode to the door, “I’m going to be extremely