Judgment in Death (In Death 11) - Page 59

“Enjoy yourself, my dove.”

He sent Eve a quick, flashing smile and managed to glide out of the apartment without running into anything.

“He didn’t have any appointments.”

Mavis started to protest, then grinned, shrugged, and plopped down to pour the first round of screamers. “I told him we wanted a little girl time. He was ultracool with it. So . . .” She passed Eve a glass the size of a small birdbath, filled to the rim with emerald green liquid. “You wanna get a buzz on, then tell me about it, or just dive in?”

Eve opened her mouth, then closed it and pursed her lips. It had been a hell of a long time since she’d downed a batch of screamers with Mavis. “Maybe I can get a buzz on while I tell you.”

“Solid.” Mavis tapped her glass against Eve’s and knocked back the first of what promised to be many.

“So . . .” Mavis was on her third screamer, and most of the soy chips, whey-cheese dip, and corn doodles Leonardo had arranged were long consumed. “Let me sort of put this in a box. You went to square off with some bad guy who used to have business with Roarke, without telling Roarke you were going.”

“It’s police business. It’s my job.”

“Okay, okay, I’m just scoping it down. Then the bad guy sent second-string bad guys after you.”

“I handled it.”

Mavis glanced over with a gimlet look in her eye. “You want my take or just your own?”

“I’m shutting up,” Eve muttered and poured another screamer.

“When you got back home, there were flowers from the bad guy and a smarmy card.” Because Eve’s mouth opened again, Mavis held up a purple-tipped finger. “You figured he did it to rile you up and to get Roarke’s goat, so you had Summerset ditch the posies. But Roarke saw them and called you on it. Then you were like: ‘Duh, what flowers?’ ”

“I didn’t say ‘duh.’ ” The screamers were doing the job. “I never say that. I think, maybe, I said ‘Huh.’ That’s entirely different.”

“Whatever. You . . . what’s a word that means lie, but’s nicer than lie?” Mavis closed one eye as if to sharpen her focus. “Fib. You fibbed because you didn’t want Roarke to go out and crush the bad guy like a bug and maybe get messed up in the process.”

Eve actually preferred the word lie to the word fib but decided not to make an issue of it. “More or less.”

“Well, that was stupid.”

Eve’s mouth fell open. “Stupid? You’re saying I was stupid? You’re supposed to tell me I was right. That’s how this works.”

“Dallas.” Mavis leaned over, then slid gracefully to the floor. “You didn’t figure the man factor. They got dicks. You can’t ever forget the dick when you’re dealing with a man.”

“What’re you talking about?” Eve slid to the floor as well, sucked down the rest of her drink. “I know Roarke has a dick. He uses it every chance he gets.”

“The dick’s connected to the ego. It’s medical fact. Or maybe it’s the other way around.” With a shrug, Mavis emptied the last of the screamers. “It’s a mystery to all womankind. You didn’t trust him to handle himself.”

“He didn’t trust me to handle myself.”

“Dallas, Dallas.” Shaking her head, Mavis patted Eve’s thigh. “Dallas,” she said a third time, with great pity. “Let’s make more screamers. We’ll need them when we get to the men are pigs stage.”

Halfway through batch two, Eve lay on the floor staring up at the beads raining from the silver ceiling. “If men are pigs, why do so many of us have one?”

“Because women work on an emotional level.” Mavis hiccupped delicately. “Even you.”

Eve rolled over, eyed Mavis narrowly. “Do not.”

“Do, too. First he got you by the hormones. I mean, Jesus, look at him. The man’s a sexual . . . Gimme a minute. A sexual . . . banquet. Yeah, that’s a good one. Then he clicked into your head, because he’s smart and interesting and mysterious and all that stuff you’d really go for. But then, the whammer was when he jammed right into your heart. Whatcha gonna do then? A guy’s got his hooks in your heart, he just reels you right in.”

“I’m not a goddamn fish.”

“We are all fish,” Mavis said in rounded tones, “in the great sea of life.”

Eve had swallowed enough screamers to find that hysterically funny. “You moron,” she managed when she got her breath back.

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