Memory in Death edahr-25
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“That’s bullshit .”
“No, that’s the job,” Eve corrected. “But you didn’t leave it up to me. You picked up that sap, and you cracked her skull open.”
“I didn’t plan it—”
“Maybe you didn’t,” Eve interrupted. “But you didn’t stop there. While she was lying there, bleeding, you stole from her. To get to that point, the point where you could exact your revenge, you used an innocent man. You left the bed where you’d made love with him, and killed his mother. Then you watched him grieve. You put him in the hospital, for kicks, for a little insurance. You did to him what she tried to do to us. You made him nothing. If I could, I’d send you over for that alone.”
She braced her hands on the table, leaned over so their faces were close. “I’m not like you, Marnie. You’re pathetic, taking and ruining lives for something that’s over.”
There were tears now, real ones, angry ones, glimmering in Mamie’s eyes. “It’s never over.”
“Well, you’ll have a long time to think about that. Twenty-five to life, I’d say. I’m nothing like you,” Eve repeated. “I’m the cop. And I’m going to give myself the pleasure of taking you down to booking personally.”
“You’re a hypocrite. You’re a liar and a hypocrite.”
“You can think that, but I’ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight. And I’m going to sleep really well.”
She took Marnie’s arm, pulled her to her feet. Pulling out her restraints, she snapped them on Marnie’s wrists. “Peabody, finish up here, will you?”
“I’ll be out in six months,” Marnie said when Eve escorted her into the hall.
“Keep dreaming.”
“And Bobby’ll pay for my lawyers. She deserved it. Say it! She deserved it. You hated her, just as much as I did.”
“You just piss me off,” Eve said wearily. “You robbed me of the chance to face her down, to do my job and see she paid for everything she’d done.”
“I want a lawyer. I want a psych eval.”
“You’ll get both.” Eve nudged her into an elevator, headed down to booking.
When she was back in her office, Mira came in, closed the door. “You did a good job in Interview.”
“I got lucky. Her ego was on my side.”
“And you recognized that. She didn’t recognize you.”
“She wasn’t off by much. I’ve killed, and I know I’ve got the violence in me that makes me capable of it. Then. Now. But murder’s got a different face. I don’t see that in my mirror.
“Thing is,” she added, “she won’t see it in hers, either.”
“But you’ll see the truth. She won’t. I know it wasn’t easy for you, to do what you did. To do it from the start of this. How do you feel?”
“I’ve got to go to the hospital and tell that poor son of a bitch what she did, and why. I’ve got to go there and break his heart, leave that scar on him. I could feel a hell of a lot better.”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“He’s going to need something, somebody, after. It’ll be up to him. But I think I have to do this, just the two of us. I think I owe him that. What do you think if I contacted the partner, they seem to be tight. Tell him to get his ass up here.”
“I think Bobby’s lucky to have you looking out for him.”
“Friends give you a cushion for the fall, even when you think you don’t need or want one. I appreciate you stopping by here, to see if I needed one. I’m okay.”
“Then I’ll let you finish.”
* * *
An hour later Eve was sitting beside Bobby’s hospital bed, helpless and miserable as tears tracked down his cheeks.
“There has to be a mistake. You’ve made a mistake.”
“There’s not. I haven’t. And I’m sorry, but I don’t know how else to tell you but straight out. She used you. She planned it. Parts of it maybe since she was thirteen. She claims she didn’t plan to kill your mother, and that may be true. It was of the moment. It always looked that way, so it could be that way. But beyond that, Bobby, and I know it’s a punch in the face, she planned, she covered up, she used. She wasn’t the woman she pretended to be. That woman never existed.”
“She—she just isn’t capable…”
“Zana Kline Lombard wasn’t capable. Marnie Ralston was and is. She confessed, Bobby, she walked me through it.”
“But we were married, all these months. We lived together. I know her.”
“You know what she wanted you to know. She’s a pro, a manipulator with a sheet as long as my arm. Bobby. Look at me, Bobby. You were raised by a manipulative woman, primed to be taken by another.”
“What does that make me?” His hand fisted, punched lightly on the bed. “What the hell does all that make me?”
“A target. But you don’t have to keep being one. She’s going to try to play you. She’s going to cry and apologize and tell you things like she started all this before she really knew you, that she fell for you on the way. She’ll say that part was never a lie. She’ll say things like she did this for you. She’ll have all the right words. Don’t be a target for her again.”
“I love her.”
“You love smoke. That’s all she is.” Impatient, a cinder of anger burning in her belly, Eve got to her feet. “You’ll do what you do. I can’t stop you. But I’m saying that you deserve better. I figure it took guts for a twelve-year-old kid to sneak me food, to try to make things a little easier for me. It’s going to take guts for you to face what you’re going to have to face. I’ll make it easier for you if I can.”
“My mother’s dead. My wife’s in prison, charged with her murder. With maybe trying to kill me. For God’s sake, how can you make it easier?”
I guess I can’t.
“I need to talk to Zana. I want to see her.”
Eve nodded. “Yeah, fine. You’re free to go down for visitation once they spring you.”
“There’ll be an explanation. You’ll see.”
You won’t, she decided. Maybe you can’t . “Good luck, Bobby.”
* * *
She went home, hating that she’d closed a case and still carried a sense of discouragement, of failure. The man would be manipulated. Maybe the system would as well.
She’d closed the case, but it wasn’t over. Sometimes, she thought, they never were.
She walked in, glanced at Summerset. “Let’s just keep this moratorium going another few hours. I’m too damn tired to screw around with you.”
She went straight to the bedroom. And there he was, stripped to the waist, pulling a T-shirt out of a drawer.
“Lieutenant. I don’t have to ask you about your day. It’s all over your face. She slipped through?”
“No, I got her. Full confession, for what it’s worth. PA’s going with Murder Two on Trudy, reckless endangerment on Bobby. She’ll go over, and for a long time.”
He pulled on the shirt as he crossed to her. “What is it?”
“I just left the hospital. Told Bobby.”
“You would do that yourself,” Roarke murmured, and touched her hair. “How horrible was it?”
“As much as it gets. He doesn’t believe it, or part of him does. You could see part of him knew I was giving it to him straight. It’s more he won’t see it, won’t accept it. He’s going to go down there, talk to her. She claimed he’d end up paying for her lawyers, and you know, she’s going to be right.”
Roarke slid his arms around her. “Love. Who can argue with it?”
“He’s a victim.” She dropped her forehead to his. “And one I can’t reach.”
“He’s a grown man, making his own decisions. Not helpless, Eve.” He tipped her face up. “You did your job.”
“I did my job. So what am I bitching about? It didn’t tie up the way I wanted. That’s the breaks. Nice that you’re here, though. Good that you’re here.”
She turned, wandered over toward the tree.
“What else?”
“She sai
d we were alike. We’re not, I know we’re not. But there’s a piece of me like her, and that piece knows how she could pick up that sap and whale away. There’s a piece of me that understands that.”
“Eve, if you didn’t have that piece, didn’t understand why some use it and you don’t, you wouldn’t be such a damn good cop.”
Weight simply slid off her shoulders as she turned and looked at him. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
She walked back to him, tugged on the sleeve of his T-shirt. “What’s this for, ace?”
“I thought I’d grab a workout, but my wife got home earlier than expected.”
“I could use one myself. Burn off some of this annoyance.” She stepped back to remove her weapon harness, then angled her head. “If you found out I’d been putting on a sham, that I’d hooked you just to get to your bottomless vault of moolah, what would you do about it?”
He gave her that wicked smile, that bolt of blue from the eyes. “Why now, darling Eve, I’d kick your sorry ass, then invest a great deal of that moolah in making the rest of your life bloody hell.”
More weight lifted, and she grinned at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’m a very lucky woman.”
She tossed her weapon on the chair, dropped her badge beside it. Then she reached for his hand, linked fingers, and for a little while, put the job away.
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