He didn’t, Eve agreed. He looked stupid with happy, just like Louise. And elegant despite the casual shirt and pants.
“I take it the rehearsal went off okay. Sorry about needing stand-ins.”
“No problem, and it went very well. As far as I could tell.” He laughed a little. “I want it to be perfect for her. I caught myself checking the weather forecasts every ten minutes on my way home, and once I got there. So I got out of the house. You should come back, come have a drink, save me from my weather obsession.”
“Can’t. I’m on an op, and subject sighted,” she said. “Hold positions. Let him get inside the gate, then move in.”
“What?”
“Just keep talking,” she said to Charles. “Roarke, talk to Charles.”
“Have you made your honeymoon plans?” Roarke asked pleasantly even as his eyes tracked over to the man who strolled down the sidewalk carrying a shopping bag.
“Ah, yes. We’re going to Tuscany.”
“Don’t look around, Charles. Talk to Roarke.”
“We . . . have a villa there for a couple of weeks. Then we—”
“It was great to see you.” Eve shot him a huge smile, lifting her voice as Pauley reached out for his garden gate. “Wish we had more time, but we have to . . . Go!”
She sprinted, caught the gate Pauley left to swing shut behind him. And pressed her weapon to the back of his neck. “You don’t want to move.”
Ten armed officers surrounded the courtyard, weapons aimed. The bag Pauley held fell to the ground, shattering the contents.
“What’s going on? What’s the problem?”
“Hands behind your back. Oh, please hesitate. Please try to run or resist. Give me an excuse.”
“I’m cooperating.” He put his hands behind his back, and Eve cuffed him. “I don’t want any trouble. I don’t understand.”
“Then I’ll explain.” She jerked him around to face her. “Vance Pauley, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, two counts, and conspiracy with intent to murder, one count. You have the right to remain silent.”
“I don’t—”
“Shut up. Didn’t I just tell you you have the right to remain silent?” She completed the Revised Miranda, then kicked at the shards of glass on the ground. “Bought some prime brew. I guess you planned a little celebration for your son when he got home tonight. The thing is, he won’t be coming home, for the rest of his life. And he flipped on you, Daddy.”
He went pale, and his eyes dark and angry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where is my son? I have a right to—”
“I gave you all the rights you’re going to get. Like father, like son. When push came to shove, he covered his own ass.”
“That’s bullshit. He’d never say anything against me.”
She smiled. “Take this delusional asshole into Central. Book him on the counts charged and
put him in a cage. We’ll be talking soon, Vance. Real soon.”
She turned to Roarke and a fascinated Charles. “Now you and the e-geeks can bypass security. By the numbers, people,” she called out. “Records on, I want top to bottom, inside and out. Bag it, tag it, log it.”
“Well.” Charles smiled at her. “This was certainly an exciting walk around the neighborhood.”
“Making your streets safer for newlyweds. I gotta go. I’ll see you to morrow.”
“I’ll be there. Oh, tell Louise, when you see her, tell her I can’t wait.”
“I’ll do that.”
She took him alone. She saw no reason to keep any of the team on the clock any longer. Carrying a large box, she went into Interview.