In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

might be. Than they want to be. So Ava conceived of Moms, Too.”
    “Being together like that, at that kind of retreat or organizing a fashion show, it would be natural, wouldn’t it, for you and Ava to become involved with the participants? Develop relationships.”
    “Yes, it’s something else I’ve found rewarding. Tommy went beyond providing children with equipment, or even a place to use it. His idea of bringing them together, in training, in competitions, encouraging them to work and play together does so much more than put a ball glove in a child’s hand. It gives them pride, friendships, an understanding of teamwork and sportsmanship. Ava’s vision for the adjunct program is to give exactly that to the mothers. And to put a personal face on it, as Tommy does—did—with his active participation in the camps, in the fathers’ programs, the parent-child competitions.
    “And I’m going to start campaigning for funds any minute,” Karla said with a laugh. “But yes, involvement is key, I think. Charity can be difficult, Lieutenant, to give or receive. These programs are designed to instill pride and self-worth.”
    “Outlining and executing the programs you’ve done with Ava must take incredible planning, an eye for details, a skill for delegation.”
    “Absolutely. Ava’s a master at all of that.”
    Eve smiled. “I believe it. I appreciate you taking the time to speak to me.”
    “And I’m dismissed. I should get back in, say my good-byes. I hope there are no hard feelings between us.”
    “None on my side.”
    “Then I’ll wish you luck with the investigation.” She offered her hand again. “Oh, and, Lieutenant, a little concealer would cover up that bruise under your eye.”
    “Why would I want to do that?”
     
    I n the limo, Eve stretched out her legs and said, “Huh.”
    “As neither of you limped back inside bloody, I assume you and your chief’s wife came to terms.”
    “Yeah, you could say. And it’s funny what people say and how they say it. She’s friendly with Ava. She liked Tommy very much. She admires Ava’s energy and creative thinking. Tommy was generous and unpretentious. Mrs. Tibble’s a smart woman, but she doesn’t get what she just told me. That, and more.” Eve shifted to Roarke.
    “The other day, you gave a few bucks to a sidewalk sleeper.”
    He lifted his eyebrows. “Very possibly.”
    “No, I saw it. Outside the morgue.”
    “All right. And?”
    “A lot of people probably tossed that guy a few that day, and a lot of other days. They don’t remember him after, he doesn’t remember them. But you crouched down and spoke to him eye-to-eye. Made it personal, made the connection. He’ll remember you.”
    “He’s likely to remember the twenty more.”
    “No, don’t get cynical on me. Back when you were running the streets in Dublin, when your father beat down on you until you were half dead. Summerset took you in, fixed you up. He offered you something—a chance, a sanctuary, an opportunity. What would you have done to pay him back? Cut out the years between then and now, and what developed between you,” she added. “Then, right then, what would you have done to pay him back?”
    “Whatever he’d asked.”
    “Yeah. Because then, he was the one with the power, with the control, with the…largesse. However much of a badass you were, you were vulnerable. Smaller, weaker. And he’d given you something you’d never had.”
    “He never asked,” Roarke said.
    “Because despite being a tight-assed fuckface, taking advantage of the vulnerable isn’t his style. But it’s Ava’s.”
    “Where are you going with this?”
    “To work. I need to see what Peabody’s got so far, see if I can wheedle a quick meet with Mira. I have to get some of this organized in my head, get it down. I’ll fill you in at home, then take advantage of your vulnerability of being crazy about me and curious about the case so I can put you to work.”
    “I’ll accept that, particularly if you take advantage of me otherwise afterward.”
    “I’ll schedule that in. I want—whoa, whoa. Wait!” She fumbled for the intercom. “Pull over. Pull over here.”
    “Why?” Roarke demanded as the limo swept to the curb. “We’re two blocks from Central yet.”
    “Exactly. Do you think I want to pull up in front of my house in this thing? Jeez. I’ll walk from here.”
    “Want the crullers?”
    “Keep ’em.” She grabbed the door handle with one hand, his hair