Thankless in Death

acknowledgment.”
    “Understood, sir, and appreciated.”
    “Appreciated more, I expect, if we can keep it brief.” He gave them a nod, stepped off, had a word with Kyung.
    Even as the mayor spotted them, which Eve knew could mean an endless blather, Kyung gently tapped his shoulder, gestured toward the door leading to the auditorium stage.
    “Here we go,” Eve murmured.
    They filed out. When she faced the auditorium, Eve had to order herself not to gape.
    Not only was every seat filled, but people stood in the back, along the side walls.
    She’d expected to see Nadine, no crime beat reporter would missthe moment. She hadn’t expected Mavis, Leonardo, even the baby. Who the hell told them? She spotted her entire division, Mira, Feeney, McNab. Jesus, she thought, who was chasing bad guys?
    And there, Charles, Morris, Caro, Reo.
    She watched Jamie Lingstrom slide in the doors. Feeney’s godson, an e-ace who wanted to be a cop, had longer hair than the last time she’d seen him.
    “It’s the family,” Roarke said quietly.
    “What?”
    “The family. They’re here.”
    She followed his gaze, found his aunt Sinead, his uncles, grandmother, cousins, and God knew. And Summerset. He’d arranged it, Eve realized. Letting Roarke think they were coming in later, but bringing them for this.
    For pride, for family. Hell, it
did
matter, she thought when she saw Sinead beaming. All of it mattered.
    She started to say something to Roarke as the mayor approached the podium, then spotted another face in the crowd.
    Nixie Swisher. Face sober, eyes steady. She didn’t smile, just continued to give Eve the serious, even stare. In the stare Eve read something she hadn’t considered.
    This was for her, too—for Nixie. For all the victims, all the survivors. For every one of the dead she’d ever stood for, or would stand for.
    So it mattered. All of it mattered.

19
    IT TOOK TOO LONG, HAD TOO MANY WORDS , far too many cameras. She could tune some of that out. The speeches, the media, the politics didn’t count, not in the long run.
    But she allowed herself to touch her fingertips—just the slightest brush—to Roarke’s as Whitney called him up. What mattered was the sheen of pride in Sinead’s eyes, and yeah, even the glint of it in Summerset’s. The unmistakable satisfaction on Feeney’s face, the unified acknowledgment from her division.
    The acceptance by the people in her world for the man who meant everything.
    “It’s my privilege to present to you the New York City Police and Security Department’s highest civilian honor with gratitude for your invaluable assistance, your contribution, and your valor. You hold nobadge, you have no sworn duty, and yet you have given your time, resources, and skills, you have risked and incurred physical harm in the pursuit of justice for the people of New York. Today, we thank you and we honor you for that contribution.”
    Did it surprise him that they stood for him? Eve wondered. The uniforms, the detectives, the brass, the rank and file and the bosses of NYPSD? He was so accustomed to power, to position, to holding a room of people in the palm of his hand. But yes, she thought, it surprised him when they all rose to their feet.
    And she had no doubt he considered the irony of it all.
    The Dublin street rat, the slick and slippery thief who’d spent most of his life outwitting and evading cops now had them standing for him.
    “I thank you, all, for this honor. But it’s been my privilege to work with New York’s very finest, to come to know the men and women who serve. And more, to come to understand their dedication, their courage, and their sacrifice. You call it duty, but from what I’ve seen it’s more than that. It’s who and what you are. I’m grateful to have any part of that.”
    When he stepped back Eve broke her dignified cop face long enough to grin at him as he stood with the brass for the quick photos.
    “Nice,” she murmured when he stepped back beside her.
    “So it was. The room would enjoy it if you kissed me now.”
    “No.” She might have laughed, but she understood he was perfectly serious. “Firm on that.”
    She put the dignified face back in place as Whitney began to speak again.
    “We take an oath to protect and serve,” Whitney began. “Every cop takes that oath, accepts that duty. A good cop does more than acceptduty, but lives it. Lieutenant Eve Dallas is a good cop. Today she receives the NYPSD’s Medal of Honor, the highest