He knew a great deal, enough that having her bring it up tightened his belly. But his voice stayed even. "All right."
"There was an HSO field operative in Dallas when... during a period when... Goddamn it."
"They had eyes on your father?"
"Yes. Eyes and ears. They... it's complicated, Feeney, and I don't have it in me to go through it all. But the fact is there's a file. Roarke's read it and-"
"Hold up. They had eyes and ears, they knew there was a kid, and they didn't intervene?"
"That's not the point."
"Fuck the point."
"Feeney." She turned back and was assaulted by the same rage shooting off him as it had with Roarke. "I shouldn't be telling you any of this. If anything... You could, depending on the outcome, be considered an accessory before the fact. But maybe, by telling you, we can change the outcome. He'll look for payback, and he can't. It could ruin him. You know that. I'm asking you to help me stop him."
"Stop him? What makes you think I won't give him a hand with it?"
"Because you're a cop," she snapped. "Because you know you can't take it down to the personal that way. You know what can happen when you do. I need you to keep him busy, too busy for him to spend any time moving on this other thing. I need you to find a way to try to talk him down from this. I think he'd listen to you."
"Why?"
"I don't know." She dragged her hands through her hair. "I just do. Please God, Feeney, don't make me go to Summerset with this. It's hard enough asking you. I just need to buy some time so I can think it clear."
"Keeping him busy's not a problem seeing as there's only three of us working on fourteen units. Talking to him..." Feeney's hands retreated to his pockets as he shrugged. "I'll see if I can find an opening for it. Can't promise I will."
"I appreciate it. I appreciate it, Feeney. Thanks."
"Let me ask you something, Dallas. Just between you and me, here and now. We don't have to bring it up again, but I want a straight answer from you. You don't want payback?"
She looked down at the floor, then made herself lift her gaze and meet his eyes. "I want it so bad I can taste it. I want it so bad, so fucking bad, it scares me. I want it, Feeney, so bad that I know I have to put it away. I have to, or I'll do something I'm not sure I can live with."
He nodded, and that was enough for both of them. "Let's go do the job, then."
***
Commander Whitney was a big man who sat behind a big desk. Eve knew his day was filled with paperwork and politics, with diplomacy and directives. But it didn't make him less of a cop.
He had skin the tone of glossy oak, and the eyes that beamed out of his wide face were dark and intelligent. There was more gray in his hair than there'd been the year before, and Eve imagined his wife nagged him to deal with it.
Personally, Eve liked it. It added one more aspect of authority.
He listened, and she found his silence during her report both heavy and comforting.
She remained standing when she was finished, and though she didn't glance over at Peabody, she knew her partner was holding her breath.
"Your source on this information is reliable?"
"Sir, as this information came to me through unknown sources, I am unable to vouch for the reliability of same, but I'm convinced the data itself is reliable."
He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Carefully said. It may stand if and when you're pushed on it. How do you intend to proceed?"
"I intend to disclose this information to Reva Ewing."
"That should make her lawyers stand up and dance."
"Sir, she didn't kill Bissel and Kade. I can't in good conscience withhold this information from someone who is, essentially, another victim."
"No. I just hate seeing lawyers dance."
There was the faintest snort from Peabody, hastily transformed into a cough.
"The PA's not going to be happy," Whitney added.
"He may be happy enough to dance himself if we tie the HSO into a double murder, and the deliberate framing of a civilian. That eventuality would make this case very hot," Eve added when she saw the speculative look in Whitney's eyes. "Hot enough to generate considerable media. Global media, with the prosecuting attorney in the forefront."
"That's interesting, and political thinking, Dallas. You surprise me."
"I can push my mind in a political direction when pressed, and assume you'd be able to expand on that area when briefing the PA."
"You can be sure of it."
"Ewing may also prove useful in providing contacts to assist me in pursing this HSO aspect of my investigation."
"The HSO, once made aware of this aspect of your investigation, will try, very hard, to end said investigation."
Nonaction, she thought. That would be the term, and what they'd want from her.
She'd be damned if they'd get it.
"They have no authority over the NYPSD on a homicide investigation. An innocent woman was implicated, deliberately, in a double homicide."
An innocent child, she thought, couldn't stop the thought, was deliberately ignored and left to be beaten, to be raped. Left to kill to survive.
"That isn't national or global security, Commander, it's just dirty." Her throat was starting to burn, but she ignored it and ordered herself to stay with the facts. To stay with the now.
"A legitimate corporation, for which Ewing works, has a viable government Code Red contract to develop an extermination program to block the alleged plans of a techno-terrorist organization. If the HSO has attempted to hamper the research and development currently underway at Securecomp, that isn't a matter of national or global security either. It's dangerous and self-aggrandizing corporate espionage."
"I can promise you, they'll have a different spin."
"They can spin it until they create a new plane of gravity, it won't alter the fact that two people were brutally murdered, and an innocent civilian deliberately framed for it. The media's already smearing Reva Ewing's name all over the screen. She doesn't deserve it. She nearly died standing as shield for President Foster, because that was her job. No more, no less. She's done her job, no more, no less, for Securecomp, and in doing so will be partly responsible for developing another shield against a threat that could, potentially, shut down the Pentagon, the NSC, the GSC, Parliament, and the damn HSO."
He held up a hand. "She'd do better with you than the lawyers. I'm not arguing with you," he added as the insult flickered over Eve's face. "I read her file. You understand you have the option of simply dropping the charges and allowing Ewing to do her own spin. The NYPSD, and you, might look overbearing or foolish initially, but that would wear off before long."
"Two people would still be dead."
"Two operatives, Dallas. By-product of the job." He held up his hand again before Eve could speak. "Do you have an opinion on that, Detective Peabody?"
"Yes, sir. If I went down, line of duty, that'd be a by-product of the job. But I'd expect Dallas and my fellow officers to do everything they could to get me justice. We don't just let murder go because it's a professional hazard."
"You stand up well for yourself, Detective. Now that I see we're all on the same side of the line. Talk to Ewing. I'll take this to Chief Tibble. Only Chief Tibble," he added, "on a need-to-know."
"Thank you, sir. The EDD team will work primarily out of my residence. It has more levels of security than we have at Central."
"That doesn't surprise me. Document everything, Dallas, but for now your reports to me will remain verbal only. I want to be informed the minute you have any kind of contact with any agent or representative of the HSO. Keep your ass covered, because if it takes a hit, so does this department."
***
That went well," Peabody commented as they headed down to the garage.
"Well enough."
"When he asked me if I had an opinion, I almost clutched."
"He wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to hear it."
"Maybe not, but brass usually wants to hear what they want to hear. There was this other thing I was thinking." She ran a hand, very casually, down her jacket to smooth the line. "Due to the nature of this investigation and certain sensitivities, it might be more secure, all in all, if members of the team remained at your residence."
"Might it be?" Eve replied.
"Well, yeah, seeing..." She trailed off, studied their pea-green city vehicle. "Unit swept and shielded?"
"Maintenance said so, but they're lying sacks of shit. It should be safe enough for you to make your pitch in general terms."
Peabody climbed in. "First, you have those extra layers of security in place, so we don't have to watch what we say or do. Part of investigating is talking through data and information. Also EDD could take shifts, if necessary. And since McNab and I are getting ready to move to our new apartment, my place is a wreck." She smiled prettily. "So how about it?"
"It's not a party."
"Absolutely not." Peabody stifled the smile and looked stern. "I'm proposing this for the good of the team, and the investigation."
"And because there's always ice cream stocked in the freezer."
"Well, yes. Do I look stupid?"
***
It wasn't unusual for Roarke to call for a spot-check on security in any department at any time. But it was less usual for him to run scanners personally-and to run tests on his own equipment.
The level-ten lab at Securecomp could only be accessed by employees with the highest clearance. Still, none of them grumbled at the body scans, or the delay while the scanner was run through a series of checks, then the scans rerun.
No one mumbled when a team of exterminators in their white skinsuits and black helmets were called in to sweep for bugs. Glances were exchanged, and a few shrugs, but no one questioned the man.
The lab itself was pristine. Filters and purifiers kept the air absolutely clean. Floors, walls, ceilings were all unrelieved white. There were no windows, and the walls were a full six inches thick. Minicams were positioned to record every area, all personnel, every movement, every sound.
Each workstation was a clear-sided cube or series of clear counters, and each held compact and powerful equipment. There were no 'links other than interoffice ones.
Authorized personnel wore encoded badges, and passed through three staging areas each time they entered or exited the lab. Access required voice, retinal, and palmprint verification.
The scanners, alarm, and preventatives made it impossible-so Roarke had believed-to remove any data from the lab without his knowledge and authorization. Planting a bug inside would require sorcery.
He'd have bet his reputation on it. And, essentially, had.
He signalled to the acting lab chief, Tokimoto, and walked into what the techs called "the vault."
It was an office-spartan, almost military-with a single streamlined desk, two chairs, and a wall of sealed drawers. The desk held a muscular data and communications system with a 'link that could only send or receive outside the lab with Roarke's personal voiceprint and passcode.
"Close the door," he ordered Tokimoto. "Have a seat."
Tokimoto did both, then folded his long, neat hands in his lap. "If you've brought me in here to ask me about Ewing, you're wasting our time. And we both value our time. She didn't kill anyone, however much he deserved it."
Roarke sat, adjusted his thinking and approach as he studied Tokimoto.
The man was forty, trim and long-limbed. He wore his black hair short and close to the scalp. His skin was very white, his eyes tawny beneath long, straight brows. His nose was narrow, his mouth pressed now into a thin line of annoyance.
It was, Roarke estimated, one of the very few times he'd seen Tokimoto annoyed in the six years of their association.
"This is interesting," Roarke commented.
"I'm pleased my opinion is of interest," Tokimoto responded in his clipped, precise voice.
"I didn't realize you were in love with Reva. Obviously, I haven't been paying attention."
Tokimoto remained still, face and body. "Ewing is-was-a married woman. I respect the institution. We are associates and colleagues, nothing more."
"So you haven't told her, or moved on her. Well, that's your business. Your personal business, and none of mine unless it pertains to what goes on inside this lab. But I will say that, at the moment, she could use a friend."
"I don't want to intrude."
"Again, your business." Roarke took a disc out of his pocket, inserted it in his computer. "Have a look at this. I'd like your opinion."
Tokimoto rose, walked lightly around the desk to study the screen. He pursed his lips over the grid, the complex lines and boxes. He scratched his chin.
"Will you enhance? This area." Tokimoto gestured to a section of the grid.
Without speaking, Roarke keystroked to enlarge and enhance the requested area. "There's a shadow, just here in Quadrant B, section five through ten. A bug was there, but is not there now. I think... wait. Does it move?"
The question, Roarke knew, wasn't directed at him. But to answer he magnified again and let the disc play forward.
"Yes, yes, it moves. Barely a shadow when it moves. More detectable when it rests."
"And your conclusion?"
"The device is planted on a movable object. A person or droid. It's highly sophisticated. Minute and very well shielded. Ours?"
"I don't think so, but we'll work on that. This is a security print of the lab, Tokimoto. And this..." He tapped a finger on the screen where the shadow was darkest. "This is Reva's station."
"There is a mistake."
"It's not a mistake."
"She would never betray you or her associates. She's honorable."
"No, I don't think she'd betray me, or you. I'm going to ask you this once. Have you been approached by any outside party regarding the Code Red?"
"I have not." It was said simply, with no hints of insult, annoyance, or fear. "Had I been, I would have reported to you."
"Yes, I believe that. Because you're honorable, Tokimoto. I'm showing you this because you are. Because in this very delicate matter, I'm trusting you."
"You have my loyalty, but I won't believe this of Reva."
"Neither will I. How, in your opinion, could this bug have infected the lab?"
"On a person, as I said."
"On her person."
Tokimoto's brow creased as he studied the screen again. "This is contradictory to me. She would know if she carried a device, and she would not enter the lab. Therefore, she could not have carried a device. In addition, lab security is meticulous and multilayered and would have detected a device. Therefore, a device could not have penetrated the lab. Yet it did."
"That's very logical, Tokimoto, but expand your thinking. How might Reva have brought a device into the lab, unknowingly, that penetrated lab security?"
"She's an expert, and your scanners are the most powerful available. It's impossible that a device was planted on her person and escaped her detection, and the scanners. It is..."
He stopped, straightened, and Roarke watched the idea bloom on his face.
"Internally," Roarke supplied.
"Such things are possible, in theory. Some have been tested. Those in development, including those worked on here, haven't proven effective."
"The device can be injected, under the skin."
"In theory."
"All right, thank you." Roarke rose.
"Is she... Is Ewing in some sort of danger?"
"She's protected. It would do her good to hear from a friend who sympathized and believed in her. Meanwhile, I want work on the Code Red to move around the clock. Four shifts. If she's up to it, Reva will be back tomorrow."
"It will be good to have her. She should know of this, but I won't speak of it if that's your wish."
"I'm on my way to tell her myself. If you discuss it with her, do it in the vault." He started for the door, stopped. "Yoshi, life is never as
long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered."
A ghost of a smile curved Tokimoto's lips. "A proverb."
"No. It's my way of telling you to make a goddamn move."
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Eve didn't see how she could be concerned about total security at this point, but she took the cryptic transmission from Roarke on the odd little 'link he'd presented to her that morning.
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