by J. D. Robb
“There’s an easy way? A way that includes unlimited portions of pizza and no hideous stomach crunches?”
“A little Funk, a little Go as part of your basic food groups.” Eve lifted a shoulder. “Maybe she screwed with her supplier. Maybe one of them had an affair with a wrong number that ended bad. You’re going to wipe out a whole family, you’ve got one hell of a motivation. We’ll see if the sweepers turn up something on scene. Meanwhile, I want to go through each room again myself. I didn’t get much of a . . .”
She broke off when she heard the steady clip of shoes, and turned to see the social worker, sleepy-eyed but neat as a church, walk into the room. Newman, Eve remembered. CPS drone, and from the looks of her not too happy with the early call.
“Lieutenant, the doctor has found no physical injuries. It would be best if we transported the minor subject now.”
“Give me a few minutes to arrange security. My partner can go up, pack some things for her. I want to—”
She broke off again. This time it wasn’t a steady clip of shoes, but running bare feet. Still wearing the bloodied nightshirt, Nixie ran in, and threw herself at Eve.
“You said you wouldn’t leave.”
“Hey, standing right here.”
“Don’t let them take me. They said they were going to take me away. Don’t let them.”
“You can’t stay here.” She pried Nixie’s fingers from her legs, crouched until they were eye-to-eye. “You know you can’t.”
“Don’t let them take me. I don’t want to go with her. She’s not the police.”
“I’m going to have police go with you, and stay with you.”
“You have to. You have to.”
“I can’t. I have to work. I have to do what’s right for your mom and dad, for your brother and your friend. For Inga.”
“I won’t go with her. You can’t make me go with her.”
“Nixie—”
“Hey.” Voice pleasant, a non-threatening smile on her face, Peabody stepped in. “Nixie, I need to talk to the lieutenant for a minute—just over here. Nobody’s going anywhere yet, okay. I just need to talk to her. Dallas?” Peabody walked to the far side of the room, where they were still in Nixie’s line of sight.
Dallas joined her.
“What? Can I make a break for it?”
“You should take her.”
“Peabody, I need to do a more thorough on-scene.”
“I’ve done one, and you can come back and do your own.”
“So I ride with her to the safe house? Then she wigs on me when I have to leave her with uniforms. What’s the point?”
“I don’t mean take her to a safe house. Take her home. No place safer in the city—probably on the planet—than your place.”
Eve said nothing for ten full seconds. “Are you out of your mind?”
“No, and just listen first. She trusts you. She knows you’re in charge, and she trusts you to keep her safe. She’s the eye witness, and she’s a traumatized kid. We’ll get more out of her, bound to, if she feels safe, if she’s settled, at least as much as she can be. A few days, like a transition, before she ends up in the system. Put yourself in her shoes, Dallas. Would you feel better being with the icy, kick-ass cop, or the bored, overworked CPS drone?”
“I can’t babysit a kid. I’m not equipped.”
“You’re equipped to pull information out of a witness and this would give you full access. You wouldn’t have to go through the annoyance of clearance from CPS every time you want to question her.”
Thoughtfully now, Eve glanced back at Nixie. “Probably only be a day, two tops. Summerset knows about kids. Even if he is an asshole. How much more traumatized could she get looking at his ugly face, considering? Basically I’d be housing a witness. Big house.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Eve frowned, studied Peabody’s face. “Pretty clever for somebody who’s only been back on the job for a couple of days.”
“I may not be up for chasing down suspects on foot quite yet, but my mind? Sharp as ever.”
“Too bad. I was hoping concussion and coma might have honed that area, but you get what you get.”
“Mean.”
“I could be meaner, but it’s five in the morning and I haven’t had enough coffee. I gotta make a call.”
She stepped away, and saw Nixie tense out of the corner of her eye. Eve just shook her head, and pulled out her pocket ’link.
Five minutes later she was signalling the social worker.
“Absolutely out of the question,” the woman said. “You’re not qualified or approved to transport a child. I’m required to accompany—”
“What I’m doing is taking a witness into protective custody. She doesn’t like you, and I need her settled in order to interview her more thoroughly.”
“The minor subject—”
“The kid had her family whacked in front of her eyes. She wants me. I say she gets what she wants—and as a ranking member of the New York City Police and Security Department, I’m seeing that she’s taken to a safe place, and kept safe and secure until her safety is no longer an issue or other arrangements can be made. You can buck me on this, but why would you?”
“I’m obliged to consider what’s in the best interests of—”
“The minor subject,” Eve concluded. “Then you know that it’s in her best interests to feel safe, to avoid more stressful situations. She’s scared shitless. Why add?”
The woman looked back. “My supervisor won’t like it.”
“Your supervisor can deal with me. I’m taking the kid. Go file a report.”
“I need the location, the situation where—”
“I’ll let you know. Peabody? Pack what you figure Nixie needs.”
She walked back to Nixie. “You know you can’t stay here anymore.”
“I don’t want to go with her. I don’t want—”
“And you’ve had it hit really hard tonight that you can’t always have what you want. But for right now, you can come with me.”
“With you?”
While Newman stalked away, Eve drew Nixie across the room. “That’s right. I can’t stay with you, because I’ve got to work. But there’ll be people there who’ll look out for you. People I trust, so you can trust them, too.”
“But you’ll be there? You’ll come back?”
“I live there.”
“Okay.” Nixie took Eve’s hand. “I’ll go with you.”
2
ALL THINGS BEING EQUAL, EVE WOULD RATHER have been transporting a three-hundred-pound psycho hopped on Zeus in the back of her police issue than a little girl. She knew how to handle a homicidal chemi-head.
But it was a short ride, and she’d be able to pass the kid off soon enough, and get back to work.
“After we notify . . .” Eve glanced in the rearview, and though Nixie’s eyes were drooping, she left off next of kin. “We’ll set up in my home office. I’ll swing back to the scene later. For now, we’ll work with your record.”
“EDD’s picking up all the home and personal ’links and comps, and they’ll run a check on house security.” Peabody shifted so she could keep Nixie in the corner of her eye. “Maybe they’ll have something by the time we do a second pass through the scene.”
Had to get back in the field, Eve thought. Work to do. Interviews, reports, runs. She needed to get back to the scene. Her concentration had been fractured by finding the child. She needed to get back there, get the vibe.
Walked in the front door, she thought, going back in her head. Kid was in the kitchen, would’ve seen if someone had come in the back. Through the front, through security like it wasn’t there. One up, one down. Fast and efficient.
Housekeeper first. But she wasn’t the target, she wasn’t the goal. Otherwise, why go upstairs at all? The family was the target. Parents and kids. Don’t even deviate for a second and scoop up an expensive wrist unit lying in plain sight.
Straight kill, she thou
ght. Impersonal. No torture, no talk, no mutilation.
Just a job, so—
“You live here?”
Nixie’s sleepy question broke Eve’s rhythm as she drove through the gates toward home.
“Yeah.”
“In a castle?”
“It’s not a castle.” Okay, maybe it looked like one, she admitted. The vastness of it, the stones gleaming in the early light, with all those juts and towers, all that space of green and the trees shimmering with the last sparks of fall.
But that was Roarke for you. He didn’t do ordinary.
“It’s just a really big house.”
“It’s a mag house,” Peabody added, with a smile for Nixie. “Lots of rooms, tons of wall screens and games, even a pool.”
“In the house?”
“Yeah. Can you swim?”
“Dad taught us. We get to go on vacation for a week after Christmas to this hotel in Miami. There’s the ocean, and there’s a pool, and we’re going to . . .”
She trailed off, teared up, as she remembered there would be no family vacation after Christmas. No family vacation ever again.
“Did it hurt, when they got dead?”
“No,” Peabody said, gently.
“Did it?” Unsatisfied, Nixie stared hard at the back of Eve’s head.
Eve parked in front of the house. “No.”
“How do you know? You never died before. You never had somebody take a big knife and cut you open in your throat. How do you know—”
“Because it’s my job.” Eve spoke briskly as Nixie’s voice rose up the register toward hysterics. She shifted, looked back at the child. “They never even woke up, and it was over in a second. It didn’t hurt.”
“But they’re still dead, aren’t they? They’re all still dead.”
“Yeah, they are, and that blows wide.” Typical, Eve thought, letting the fury roll off her. Anger usually held hands with grief. “You can’t bring them back. But I’m going to find out who did it, and put them away.”
“You could kill them.”
“That’s not my job.”
Eve got out of the car, opened the back. “Let’s go.”
Even as she reached out a hand for Nixie’s, Roarke opened the front door, stepped out. Nixie’s fingers curled into hers like little wires.
“Is he the prince?” she whispered.
As the house looked like a castle, Eve supposed the man who’d built it looked like its prince. Tall and lean, dark and gorgeous. The flow of black hair around a face designed to make a woman whimper with lust. Strong, sharp bones, full, firm mouth, and eyes of bold and brilliant blue.
“He’s Roarke,” Eve answered. “He’s just a guy.”
A lie, of course. Roarke wasn’t just anything. But he was hers.
“Lieutenant.” Ireland cruised out of his voice as he came down the steps and walked toward them. “Detective.” He crouched. Eve noted that as he looked into Nixie’s eyes he didn’t smile.
He saw a pretty, pale little girl, with dried blood in her sunlight blonde hair, and bruises of fatigue and grief under eyes of quiet blue. “You’d be Nixie. I’m Roarke. I’m sorry to meet you under such terrible circumstances.”
“They killed everybody.”
“Yes, I know. Lieutenant Dallas and Detective Peabody will find who did this horrible thing, and see that they’re punished for it.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s what they do, what they do better than anyone. Will you come inside now?”
Nixie tugged on Eve’s hand, kept tugging until Eve rolled her eyes and bent down. “What?”
“Why does he talk like that?”
“He’s not from around here, originally.”
“I was born across the sea, in Ireland.” Now he did smile, just a little. “I’ve never quite shaken the accent.”
Roarke gestured them inside the spacious foyer, where Summerset stood, with the fat cat sprawled at his feet. “Nixie, this is Summerset,” Roarke said. “He runs the house. He’ll be looking after you, for the most part.”
“I don’t know him.” And eyeing Summerset, Nixie cringed back against Eve.
“I do.” It was a big cup of bile to swallow, but Eve gulped it down. “He’s okay.”
“Welcome, Miss Nixie.” Like Roarke, his face was sober. Eve had to give them both credit for not plastering on those big, scary smiles adults often wore around vulnerable kids. “Would you like me to show you where you’ll sleep?”
“I don’t know.”
He reached down, picked up the cat. “Perhaps you’d like some refreshment first. Galahad would keep you company.”
“We had a cat. He was old and he died. We’re going to get a kitten next . . .”
“Galahad would be pleased to have a new friend.” Summerset sat the cat down again, waiting while Nixie loosened her grip on Eve’s hand and moved closer. When the cat bumped his head against her leg, a ghost of a smile trembled on her lips. She sat on the floor, buried her face in his fur.
“Appreciate this,” Eve said to Roarke under her breath. “I know it’s a major.”
“It’s not.” There was blood on her as well. And the faint scent of death. “We’ll talk of it later.”
“I need to go. I’m sorry to dump this on you.”
“I’ll be working here most of the morning. Summerset and I will deal well enough.”
“Full security.”
“Without question.”
“I’ll get back as soon as I can, work out of here as much as possible. Right now, we need to go notify the parents of the minor female vic. Peabody, you have the Dysons’ address?”
“They’re not home.” Nixie spoke with her voice muffled against Galahad’s fur.
“Nothing wrong with your hearing,” Eve commented, and walked across the foyer. “Where are they?”
“They went to a big hotel, for their anniversary. That’s why we could have a sleepover on a school night, me and Linnie. Now you have to tell them she’s dead instead of me.”
“Not instead of. If you’d been in the room, you’d both be dead. Where does that get you?”
“Lieutenant.” The irritated shock in Summerset’s voice had her doing no more than lifting a hand to jab a finger at him for silence.
“She’s not dead because you’re not. This is going to be hard on the Dysons, just like it is on you. But you know who’s to blame for what happened.”
Nixie looked up now, and those quiet blue eyes hardened like glass. “The men with the knives.”
“Yeah. Do you know what hotel?”
“The Palace, because it’s the best. Mr. Dyson said.”
“Okay.” It was the best, Eve thought, because it was one of Roarke’s. She shot him a look, got a nod.
“I’ll clear the way.”
“Thanks. I’ve got to go,” she said to Nixie. “You’re going to hang with Summerset.”
“The men with knives could come looking for me.”
“I don’t think so, but if they do, they can’t get in. There’s a gate, and it’s secure, and the house is secure. And Summerset? I know he looks like a bony, ugly old man, but he’s tough, and you’re safe with him. This is the deal if you’re staying here,” she added as she rose. “It’s the best I’ve got.”
“You’re coming back.”
“I live here, remember? Peabody, with me.”
“Her bag’s right here.” Peabody gestured to the duffle she’d packed. “Nixie, if I forgot anything you want, or you need something else, you can have Summerset contact me. We’ll get it for you.”
Eve’s last look was of the child sitting on the floor between the two men, and seeking comfort from the cat.
The minute she was outside, Eve rolled her shoulders, rolled the weight off. “Jesus” was all she said.
“I can’t imagine what’s going on inside that kid.”
“I can. I’m alone, I’m scared and hurt, and nothing makes sense. And I’m surrounded by strangers.” It
made her sick, just a little sick, but she pushed past it. “Check in with EDD, see where they are.”
As she drove back toward the gate, Eve used the dash ’link to contact Dr. Charlotte Mira, at home.
“Sorry. I know it’s early.”
“No, I was up.”
On screen Eve could see Mira dab a white towel at her soft sable hair. There was a dew—either sweat or water—on her face.
“Doing my morning yoga. What’s the matter?”
“Multiple homicide—home invasion. An entire family, save the nine-year-old daughter. Sleepover friend murdered through mistaken ID. Kid’s a witness. I’ve got her stashed at my place.”
“Yours?”
“Fill you in later, but that’s how it stands. I’m heading over to notify next of kin on the daughter’s friend.”
“God’s pity.”
“I know you’ve probably got a full slate, but I’m going to need to interview this kid today. I’m going to need a shrink—sorry.”
“No problem.”
“I’m going to need a psychiatrist on hand, one who’s got experience with children and police procedure.”
“What time do you want me?”
“Thanks.” And relief rolled in where the weight had rolled off. “I’d prefer you, but if you’re squeezed I’ll take your best recommendation.”
“I’ll make room.”
“Ah.” Eve checked her wrist unit, tried to gauge the timing. “Can we make it noon? I’ve got a lot to push through before then.”
“Noon.” Mira began to make notes in a mini memo book. “What’s her condition?”
“She wasn’t injured.”
“Emotional condition.”
“Ah, she’s fair, I guess.”
“Is she able to communicate?”
“Yeah. I’m going to need an eval for Child Protection Services. I’m going to need a lot of things for the red tape brigade. I’m on borrowed time here since I went over the rep’s head. Have to notify the supervisor there. Soon.”
“Then I’ll let you get to it, and see you at noon.”
“EDD’s on scene,” Peabody said when Eve ended transmission. “Their team’s going through security and checking ’links and data centers on site. They’ll transport the units to Central.”