She lifted a finger of that stroking hand to hold Eve back.
“I’m going to make some arrangements, and let Mom and Dad know I’m here.”
“Don’t go.”
“I’m not. We’re going to have a pajama party tonight. Remember how we’d do that? I’m just going to take care of a couple of things, just outside the room, then I’m putting on my party pj’s and we’re getting some ice cream to go with a vid marathon. Pizza first, right? Pizza, then the ice cream, then the bellyache. Don’t start without me.”
“I’m sorry, Tish. I’m so sorry.”
“Shut up.”
Tish eased out of bed, walked toward the door. She gestured with a jerk of her head, strode outside.
“I’m so pissed off I may not be coherent, but—” Tears sprang to her eyes, so she pressed the heels of her hands against them. “No, no, no, not going there. Couldn’t get a flight because of the damn blizzard, then finally got a standby when the transpo centers opened. I should’ve been here.”
“You’re here now,” Eve said, and Tish dropped her hands.
“You’re the cop who contacted me.”
“Dallas. Lieutenant Dallas.”
“Thank you.” Tish offered a hand, then turned to Del. “You’re the doctor who’s been taking care of her.”
“Del Nobel.”
“Thanks.” She offered him her hand, too. “I want to talk to both of you in a lot more depth, but I don’t want to leave her alone long right now. I’m staying in there with her tonight.”
She issued it like a challenge.
“I’ll have a cot brought in for you.”
“I don’t need it. You can bring it if that’s a rule, but the bed’s big enough. I want to know when she can get out of here.”
“She can be released tomorrow. She’ll require some follow-ups as an outpatient, and there are some instructions she—and you—will need to follow.”
“Whatever it takes. I need to get a hotel. I need a good, secure hotel where she’ll feel safe. A two-bedroom, for when my parents get here, with a sitting room or whatever. We’ll need a place to sit together, talk together.”
“I was about to arrange a room at the Palace,” Eve told her. “It’s very secure. I can make it to accommodate what you need. Your sister has a debit card for—”
“From him?” Tish’s damp eyes went hard as stone. “From Strazza?”
“From the lawyer in charge of his estate.”
“We don’t want it. We won’t take anything from him. I’ll use my card to secure the room. Fuck him—not the lawyer, though if he’s Strazza’s lawyer he probably deserves a few fucks. We’ll pay our own way.”
“I can secure the room,” Eve said evenly. “Just give my name at the desk along with yours.”
“I appreciate it. I appreciate, very much, what you’ve done for Daphne, both of you. I’m glad he’s dead. I’ll be glad he’s dead for the rest of my life.”
She glanced toward the door. “There’s one more thing. Is there a way I can get her another pair of pajamas? He made her wear white.” She turned back, face set. “I’d like to get her another pair to wear tonight. I don’t care what color, I don’t care if they’re covered with pictures of three-headed sheep. Just not white.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Del told her.
“Solid. Oh, yeah, one more thing. Pizza and ice cream. Any way to make that happen?”
“There’s absolutely a way to make that happen.”
“Mag.” Tish took a long breath. “Good start. We’re going to take care of her. We’re going to get her through.”