“Not entirely, but I did enjoy pissing Hayes off. Just a bit of politics, Lieutenant.” He gave her arm a friendly squeeze. “It never hurts to play them.”
He slipped through the crowd smoothly, and only smiled when Hayes, a muscle working in his jaw, caught up in time to break a path through the last knot of people.
Skinner was short. His reputation was so large, it surprised Eve to note that he barely reached her shoulders. She knew him to be seventy, but he’d kept himself in shape. His face was lined, but it didn’t sag. Nor did his body. He’d allowed his hair to gray, but not to thin, and he wore it militarily trim. His eyes, under straight silver brows, were a hard marble blue.
He held a short glass, the amber liquid inside neat. The heavy gold of his fifty-year ring gleamed on his finger.
She took his measure in a matter of seconds as, she noted, he took hers.
“Lieutenant Dallas.”
“Commander Skinner.” She accepted the hand he held out, found it cool, dry and more frail than she’d expected. “My aide, Officer Peabody.”
His gaze stayed on Eve’s face an extra beat, then shifted to Peabody. His lips curved. “Officer, always a pleasure to meet one of our men or women in uniform.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to meet you, Commander. You’re one of the reasons I joined the force.”
“I’m sure the NYPSD is lucky to have you. Lieutenant, I’d—”
“My husband,” Eve interrupted. “Roarke.”
Skinner’s expression didn’t waver, but it chilled. “Yes, I recognized Roarke. I spent some of my last decade on the job studying you.”
“I’m flattered. I believe this is your wife.” Roarke turned his attention to the woman beside Skinner. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was the soft cream of the southern United States. “Your Olympus is a spectacular accomplishment. I’m looking forward to seeing more of it while we’re here.”
“I’d be happy to arrange a tour, transportation.”
“You’re too kind.” She brushed a hand lightly over her husband’s arm.
She was a striking woman. She had to be close to her husband in age, Eve thought, as their long marriage was part of Skinner’s pristine rep. But either superior DNA or an excellent face-and-body team had kept her beauty youthful. Her hair was richly black, and the gorgeous tone of her skin indicated mixed race. She wore a sleek silver gown and starry diamonds as if she’d been born to such things.
When she looked at Eve it was with polite interest. “My husband admires your work, Lieutenant Dallas, and he’s very exacting in his admiration. Roarke, why don’t we give these two cops a little time to talk shop?”
“Thank you, Belle. Excuse us, won’t you, Officer?” Skinner gestured toward a table guarded by a trio of black-suited men. “Lieutenant? Indulge me.” When they sat, the men moved one step back.
“Bodyguards at a cop convention?”
“Habit. I wager you have your weapon and shield in your evening bag.”
She acknowledged this with a little nod. She would have preferred to wear them, but the dress didn’t allow for her choice of accessories. “What’s this about, Commander?”
“Belle was right. I admire your work. I was intrigued to find us on the same program. You don’t generally accept speaking engagements.”
“No. I like the streets.”
“So did I. It’s like a virus in the blood.” He leaned back, nursed his drink. The faint tremor in his hand surprised her. “But working the streets doesn’t mean being on them, necessarily. Someone has to command—from a desk, an office, a war room. A good cop, a smart cop, moves up the ranks. As you have, Lieutenant.”
“A good cop, a smart cop, closes cases and locks up the bad guys.”
He gave one short laugh. “You think that’s enough for captain’s bars, for a command star? No, the word ‘naive’ never came up in any of the reports I’ve read on you.”
“Why should you read reports on me?”
“I may be retired from active duty, but I’m still a consultant. I still have my finger in the pie.” He leaned forward again. “You’ve managed to work and close some very high-profile cases in the murder book, Lieutenant. While I don’t always approve of your methods, the results are unarguable. It’s rare for me to judge a female officer worthy of command.”
“Excuse me. Back up. Female?”