Visions in Death (In Death 19) - Page 2

He didn’t.

For every business event or social occasion she managed to attend as his wife, there were probably three she missed.

Moreover, there were countless times he arranged his schedule to suit hers, or put in time as consultant on a case.

In fact, when she thought about it, he made a much better cop’s husband than she made corporate wife.

“Maybe I owe you a foot rub,” she considered. “You’re a pretty good deal.”

He skimmed a finger down her foot, from toes to heel. “I certainly am.”

“But I’m still not getting out of this dress.” She scooted down in her seat, closed her eyes. “Wake me up when we land.”

She’d only started to drift when the communicator in her evening bag signaled. “Oh, come on.” She didn’t open her eyes but reached out, clamped a hand on the bag. “What’s our ETA?”

“About fifteen.”

With a nod, she pulled out the communicator and engaged. “Dallas.”

DISPATCH, DALLAS, LIEUTENANT EVE. REPORT TO BELVEDERE CASTLE, CENTRAL PARK. OFFICERS ON SCENE. HOMICIDE, SINGLE VICTIM.

“Contact Peabody, Detective Delia. I’ll meet her on scene. My ETA is thirty minutes.”

ACKNOWLEDGED. DISPATCH OUT.

“Shit.” Eve dragged a hand through her hair. “You can dump me and go on.”

“I dislike dumping my wife. I’ll go with you and wait.”

She scowled down at the fancy dress. “I hate going to scenes in these getups. I hear about it for weeks.”

It was worse because she had to put the shoes back on, and then navigate in them over the grass and onto the paths of the city’s greatest park.

The castle sat at the highest point of the park, with its skinny tower rising up into the night sky and the rocky ground giving way to the lake at its feet.

It was a pretty enough spot, she supposed, for tourists to take their snaps and vids during the day. Once the sun set, areas like this were the natural habitat of the street sleepers, chemi-heads, unlicensed companions on the troll, and those with nothing better to do than look for trouble.

The current city administration made a lot of noise about keeping the parks and monuments clean. And to their credit they even tossed money at the process with some regularity. There would be volunteers as well as city workers combing the park for litter, blasting off graffiti, sprucing up gardens and such.

Then everyone would get cozy and comfortable and put their efforts into other matters until it all went to hell again.

At the moment it was in decent shape with hardly enough litter to make the predawn cleanup crews work themselves into a lather.

With Roarke beside her, she strode as best she could toward the barricades the cops had already put in place. The castle was lit up like day with crime-scene lights.

“You don’t have to wait,” she told him. “I can catch a ride.”

“I’ll wait.”

Rather than argue, she shrugged and, pulling out her badge, went through the barricades.

No one made any comments about the dress or shoes. She’d figured her rep for ass-kicking would have kept the uniforms quiet, but it surprised her not to detect a single grin or snicker behind her back.

It surprised her more when her partner stepped toward her without a smart remark on her wardrobe.

“Dallas. It’s bad.”

“What’ve we got?”

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