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The Unquiet

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Autoren: J. D. Robb , Mary Blayney , Patricia Gaffney , Ruth Ryan Langan , Mary Kay McComas
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capable under certain circumstances of extreme and violent behavior. We control it, channel it—in some cases medicate it. Justin’s a doctor, dedicated to healing, a scientist and man of reason. The person who did this rejects reason and humanity. He’s given himself a monster’s face. Humanity means little to him.”
    “Okay. How about Eton Billingsly?”
    “A skilled therapist, and an enormous pain in the ass.”
    Eve had to grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call anybody a pain in the ass.”
    “I don’t like him so it’s hard to be objective. He’s a pompous snob who sees himself as perfect. He’s rude, annoying, and full of himself.”
    “A god complex?”
    Mira’s eyebrows rose. “Yes, I’d say. You wonder if he’s capable. I don’t know him well enough. He’s skilled—he has an MD, and would have done some time with a scalpel before he focused on his specialty.”
    “Hypno-voodoo.”
    Mira let out a quick, exasperated laugh. “I know you’re suspicious of the technique, but it’s valid, and can be very effective. Billingsly certainly wants to be noticed and rewarded and praised. But . . .” She studied the sketch again. “It’s very difficult for me to envision a man like him deliberately making himself hideous. He’s also vain.”
    “Something to think about, though. I appreciate the time.”
    “I’m happy to give it. Tell me how you are.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “You haven’t been back long. How’s your arm?”
    Eve started to dismiss it, then settled on the truth. “A little sore in the morning, and by the end of the day. Mostly good, though.”
    “That’s to be expected with that kind of injury. Nightmares?”
    “No. Maybe just being back in New York’s enough. At least right now. Isaac McQueen’s back in a cage where he belongs. That doesn’t suck. I’m not thinking about my mother, what happened there,” she said before Mira could ask. “Not yet. It’s done, and right now I’m okay with it.”
    “When and if it’s not, you’ll talk to me?”
    “I know I can. That’s a pretty big start, right?”
    “Yes, it is.”
    Eve got up, started for the door. “Is she like you?” she asked. “Arianna Whitwood?”
    “Like me?”
    “That’s the sense I got from her. She made me think of you. Not just because she’s an attractive female shrink. It was . . . I don’t know, a sense. If she is like you, then she’s got no part in this. And thinking that, I hope to hell Justin Rosenthall doesn’t, because you believe she loves him. I hope he’s clear.”
    “So do I.”
    “I’ll let you know,” Eve said, and left.

SIX

    Eve glanced over at Peabody as she walked back into the bullpen, got a shake of the head.
    So no luck, yet, on masks or makeup. She went into her office, got coffee, then sat at her desk, put her boots up, and studied the board.
    Everybody liked Rosenthall; nobody liked Billingsly. Instinct dictated a push on Billingsly—and she intended to listen. But she’d give a little push on the good doctor as well.
    Arianna Whitwood. Beautiful, rich, smart, dedicated, caring. The good daughter, and again, the good doctor.
    Didn’t that make an interesting triangle? Billingsly wanted her—and didn’t bother to (ha-ha) disguise it. Rosenthall had her.
    And what did that have to do with the three vics?
    They were Arianna’s. Her patients, her investment, her success—at least so far. Rosenthall’s, too.
    Maybe Arianna had given them too much time, attention, made too big an investment. A man could resent that. She sometimes wondered why Roarke didn’t resent all the time, the attention, the investment she put into the job.
    But there weren’t a lot of Roarkes in the world.
    Maybe the three vics—or any one of them—overheard Arianna and the good doctor going at it over her work, that time and attention again. Hey, bitch, what about me ? Shouldn’t I be the center of your world? Maybe he’d lost his temper. Couldn’t have the gossip mills grinding that one.
    And no, just not enough for that kind of slaughter.
    Maybe the vics, or one of them, overheard the two doctorsin-love arguing because Rosenthall was sampling product. Experimenting. That’s what you did in a lab. You experimented. Maybe he’d developed a problem of his own during those experiments. Now that, combined with being found out, could lead to bloody, vicious murder. Could be Arianna didn’t know. Can’t have her find out he’s become what he’s supposed to

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