Something in his eyes had her heart stuttering a bit. She clamped down on it, frowned at him. “I’ll leave you to go over the security with Feeney and McNab. I don’t want any holes in it. Not a single pinprick.”
“There won’t be any.”
“Make sure of it. I’m calling Martinez in on this for the bust. And she’ll get the collar when it goes down. Any objections?” She waited, got none. “Peabody, you’re with me.”
She started out, glanced back. Roarke was still watching her, the faintest of smiles on that killer mouth, the faintest glint in those wild blue eyes.
“Jesus, he makes your mouth water.”
“Sir?”
“Nothing.” Mortified, she strode out. “Nothing. Has my unit been repaired or replaced?”
“Dallas, that’s so sweet. I didn’t know you believed in fairy tales.”
“Damn it. We’ll steal one from somewhere.” Then she began to grin. “I’ll just take Roarke’s.”
“Oh, tell me it’s the XX. The 6000. It’s my favorite.”
“How the hell are we going to bring in a suspect in a two-seater? It’s some snazzy sedan type today. I’ve got the code. Won’t he be surprised when he goes down and finds it gone. I think—”
Distracted, she nearly walked into Webster. “Lieutenant, a minute of your time.”
“I’m low on minutes, walk and talk.”
“You’re going for Clooney.”
“Goddamn it.” Though he’d kept his voice low, she whipped her head around to be sure no one had heard. “What makes you think that?”
“I still have my sources.” His face was grave, and his voice remained quiet. “You left the breadcrumbs. I can still follow the trail.”
“Have you been in my files?”
“Dallas.” He laid a hand on her arm, felt the tremor of temper. “I’m deep in this. Part of what I did, following orders, may have sparked what’s gone down. I did the internal run on Clooney’s son. I feel responsible. Let me go with you to pick him up.”
She angled her head. “Someone in IAB’s dirty, in Ricker’s pocket. How do I know it’s not you?”
His hand dropped away. “You don’t.” He let out a breath. “You can’t. Okay.” He stepped back, started to turn.
“Hold on. Peabody.” She gestured, moved a few steps away. “Do you have a problem on staying with the briefing, finishing the paperwork?”
Peabody glanced back at Webster, who was standing with his hands in his pockets and a miserable look on his face. “No, sir.”
“All right. Set up an interview room, block observation. I don’t want anybody nosing in while I’m talking to Clooney. Let’s give him what dignity we can.”
“I’ll take care of it. Good luck.”
“Yeah.” She walked back to Webster. “Let’s go.”
He blinked, then took in a breath. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re along for ballast.”
chapter twenty-one
Peabody dawdled. She procrastinated. She fiddled. Then when she couldn’t avoid it any longer, she went back into the conference room.
Some complex schematic was on the wall screen, and Feeney was whistling at it as though it were the image of a naked and nubile woman.