“It, ah, complicates things.”
“Outrageously,” he agreed.
“Roarke, we don’t even know each other. Outside of the bedroom.”
“Yes, we do. Two lost souls. We’ve both turned away from something and made ourselves something else. It’s hardly a wonder that fate decided to throw a curve into what had been, for both of us, a straight path. We have to decide how far we want to follow the curve.”
“I have to concentrate on the investigation. It has to be my priority.”
“I understand. But you’re entitled to a personal life.”
“My personal life, this part of it, grew out of the investigation. And the killer’s making it more personal. Planting that gun so that suspicion would swing toward you was a direct response to my involvement with you. He’s focused on me.”
Roarke’s hand jerked up to the lapels of her robe. “What do you mean?”
Rules, she reminded herself. There were rules. And she was about to break them. “I’ll tell you what I can while I’m getting dressed.”
Eve went to the bedroom with the cat sliding and weaving in front of her. “Do you remember that night you were here when I got home? The package that you’d found on the floor?”
“Yes, it upset you.”
With a half laugh she peeled out of her robe. “I’ve got a rep for having the best poker face in the station.”
“I made my first million gambling.”
“Really?” She tugged a sweater over her head, reminded herself not to be distracted. “It was a recording of Lola Starr’s murder. He sent me Sharon DeBlass’s as well.”
A cold lance of fear stabbed. “He was in your apartment.”
She was busy discovering she had no clean underwear and didn’t notice the iced edge of his voice. “Maybe, maybe not. I think not. No signs of forced entry. He could have shoved it under the door. That’s what he did the first time. He mailed Georgie’s disc. We had the building under surveillance.”
Resigned, she pulled slacks over bare skin. “He either knew it or smelled it. But he saw I got the discs, all three of them. He knew I was primary almost before I did.”
She searched for socks, got lucky, and found a pair that matched. “He called me, transmitted the video of Georgie Castle’s murder scene minutes after he’d whacked her.” She sat on the edge of the bed, pulled on the socks. “He planted a weapon, made sure it was traceable. To you. Not to knock how inconvenient a murder charge would have made your life, Roarke, if I hadn’t had the commander behind me on this, I’d have been off the case, and out of the department in a blink. He knows what goes on inside Cop Central. He knows what’s going on in my life.”
“Fortunately, he didn’t know that I wasn’t even on the planet.”
“That was a break for both of us.” She located her boots, tugged them on. “But it’s not going to stop him.” She rose, picked up her holster. “He’s still going to try to get to me, and you’re his best bet.”
Roarke watched her automatically check her laser before strapping it on. “Why you?”
“He doesn’t have a high opinion of women. I’d have to say it burns his ass to have a female heading the investigation. It lowers his status.” She shrugged, raked her fingers through her hair to whip it into place. “At least that’s the shrink’s opinion.”
Philosophically, she pried the cat free when he started to climb up her leg, gave him a light toss to the bed where he turned his butt in her direction and began to wash.
“And is it the shrink’s opinion that he could try to eliminate you by more direct means?”
“I don’t fit the pattern.”
Fighting back the slippery edge of fear, Roarke fisted his hands in his pockets. “And if he breaks the pattern?”
“I can handle myself.”
“It’s worth risking your life for three women who are already dead?”
“Yes.” She heard the fury pulsing in his voice and faced it. “It’s worth risking my life to find justice for three women who are already dead, and to try to prevent three more from dying. He’s only half through. He’s left a note under each body. He’s wanted us to know, right from the start that he had a plan. And he’s daring us to stop him. One of six, two of six, three of six. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him from having the fourth.”
“Full-out guts. That’s what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me.”