“I really just wanted to stop for a moment to tell you how much I enjoyed last evening. I barely got to speak to you—such a crowd. And then you were called away.”
“Cops are lousy socializers,” Eve commented and wondered how to get out and to her robe without feeling like an idiot.
Reeanna reached down, cupped water, and let it pour out of her hand. “I hope it wasn’t anything . . . dreadful.”
“Nobody died, if that’s what you mean.” Then Eve made herself smile. She was lousy at socializing, and she told herself to make a better effort. “Actually, I got a break in the case I’ve been working on. We took a suspect into custody.”
“That’s good.” Reeanna tilted her head, her eyes intrigued. “Would that be the suicide matter we discussed before?”
“I’m not really free to say one way or the other at this time.”
Reeanna smiled. “Cop talk. Well, one way or the other, I’ve been giving it quite a bit of thought. Your case, or whatever you’d call it, would make a fascinating paper. I’ve been so busy with tech, I haven’t done any writing in some time. I hope, when you resolve the matter and it’s public record, I can discuss it with you in some detail.”
“I can probably do that. If and when.” She bent a little. The woman was an expert, after all, and could be of some help. “As it happens, the suspect is being evaluated by Dr. Mira right about now. Do you ever do behavioral and personality evaluations?”
“I have, certainly. From a different angle than Mira. You’d have to say we’re two sides of one coin. Our final diagnosis would often be the same, but we’d use a different process and a different viewpoint.”
“I might need two viewpoints before this one’s over,” Eve mused, measuring Reeanna. “You don’t happen to have security clearance, do you?”
“As it happens, I do.” She continued to swing her legs lazily, but her eyes were alert, interested. “Level Four, Class B.”
“That just skims by. If it comes up, how would you feel about working for the city as a temporary consultant? I can guarantee long hours, lousy conditions, and low pay.”
“Who could resist that kind of offer?” Reeanna laughed, tossed back her hair. “Actually, I’d love the opportunity for some hands on again. Too long in labs, working with machines. William adores that, you know, but I need people.”
“I might just give you a call.” Deciding it was more foolish to huddle in the water than to climb casually out, Eve stood.
“You know where to reach me—Dear God, Eve, what happened to you?” Instantly, Reeanna was swinging her legs back, rising. “You’re black and blue.”
“Hazards of the job.” She managed to snag one of the body towels stacked near the edge and started to wind it around her when Reeanna tugged it away.
“Let me have a look at you. You haven’t been treated.” Her fingers probed at Eve’s hip.
“Hey, do you mind?”
“I certainly do.” Impatient, Reeanna lifted her eyes. “Oh, be still. Not only am I female and have personal knowledge of the female body, but I’ve got a medical degree. What have you done for that knee? It’s looks nasty.”
“Ice bandage. It’s better.”
“Then I’d hate to have seen it when it wasn’t. Why haven’t you been to a health center, or at least an MT stop?”
“Because I hate them. And I haven’t had time.”
“Well, you’ve got time now. I want you to lie down on that massage table. I’ll get my emergency kit out of the car and deal with this.”
“Look, I appreciate it.” She had to raise her voice as Reeanna was already striding away. “But they’re just bruises.”
“You’ll be lucky if you didn’t chip a bone in that hip.” With this dark promise, Reeanna stepped into the elevator, and the doors sn
apped shut.
“Oh, thanks, I feel heaps better now.” Resigned, Eve toweled off, put on her robe, then reluctantly went to the padded table beneath an arbor of wildly blooming wisteria. She’d no more than settled when Reeanna was back, stalking over the tiles with a neat leather case in her hand.
The woman could move, Eve mused. “I thought you had a salon date.”
“I called, switched times. Lie back, we’ll deal with that knee first.”
“You charge extra for house calls?”