She turned, saw Roarke watching her from the doorway. “You made good time,” he told her. “McNab and I detoured up to EDD, to requisition more equipment. Feeney’s on his way in.”
“Good.”
He crossed over to stand, as she was, in front of the whiteboard. “It depends, on some level, on her now. On you, on us, certainly on him, but on some level, on her.”
“Every hour she holds on, we get closer.”
“And every hour she holds on, is another hour he may move on you. You want that. You’d will it to happen if you could.”
No bullshit, she decided. No evasions. “That’s right.”
“When they killed Marlena, all those years ago, broke her to pieces to prove a point to me, I wanted them to come at me.”
Eve thought of Summerset’s daughter, how she’d been taken, tortured, and killed by rivals of the young, enterprising criminal Roarke had been. “If they had, the whole of them, you’d have ended up in the ground with her.”
“That may be. That very likely may be.” He shifted his gaze from the board to meet hers. “But I wanted it, and would have willed it if I could have. But since that wasn’t to be, I found another way to end every one of them.”
“He’s only one man. And there may not be another way.”
Thinking of those who were lost, he looked at the board again. Only one man, and perhaps only one way. “That’s all very true. Here’s what I know, here’s what I understood out there in the cold and the dark with you tending to what he’d made of Gia Rossi. He thinks he knows
you.”
He turned his head now, and those brilliant blue eyes fired into hers. “He thinks he understands what you are, knows who you are. But he’s wrong. He doesn’t know or understand the likes of you. If it comes to the two of you, even for a moment, if it comes to the two of you, he may get a glimmer of who and what you are. And if he does, he’ll know something of fear.”
“Well.” A little shaken, a little mystified, she blew out a breath. “That’s not what I was expecting out of you.”
“When I looked at her, at what he’d done to her, I thought I would envision you there. Your face with her face, as it is on your board.”
“Roarke—”
“But I didn’t,” he continued, and lifted her hand to brush his fingers to her cheek. “Couldn’t. Not, I think, because it was more than I could stand. Not because of that, but because he’ll never have that power or control over you. You won’t allow it. And that, Darling Eve, is of considerable comfort to me.”
“It’s a nice bolster for me, too.” She aimed a glance toward the door, just to make sure they were still alone. Then she leaned in, kissed him. “Thanks. I’ve got to go.”
“And if he kills you,” Roarke added as she strode to the door, “I’m going to be extremely pissed off.”
“Who could blame you?”
She started back to her office, stopped when Peabody hailed her. “Baxter and Trueheart are notifying the mother, as ordered. I just spoke with the father.”
“All right. When Baxter reports in, we’ll clear it for her name to be released to the media.”
“Speaking of the media, I poked into your office in case you were there. There’s about a half a million messages from various reporters.”
“I’ll take care of it. Let me know when everyone’s in the house. We’ll do the briefing asap.”
“Will do. Dallas, do you want me to update the boards?”
“I’ve already done it.” She turned away to go to her office.
She flicked through the source readout on the messages, transferring them to the liaison. Only when she came to one from Nadine did she pause, then order playback.
“Dallas, the lines are buzzing you’ve got another one. It’s going to get ugly, so this is a heads up. The spit’s already flying and most of it’s going to splatter on you and the NYPSD. If you’ve got anything I can use, get back to me.”
Eve considered, then ordered the callback. Nadine picked up on the first beep.
“I thought media darlings slept till noon.”