“I knew that.”
Marnie snorted. “Come on.”
“You slipped up with the dogs, made the wrong comment. I had a homer on both of you that day. A little insurance for me.”
Marnie’s face went blank, then there was a snap of irritation before she shrugged. “Bobby slipped.”
“You’re in it this far, Marnie, and you’re going to get points for cooperating. Don’t start bullshitting me now. Trudy’s dead, and she’s got all that money. Bobby’s sitting between you and it. Boring Bobby.”
“You think this was about money? Money’s a little icing, but it’s not the cake. It’s payback. She deserved it, you know damn well she deserved it. Bobby’s an idiot, but he’s okay. If I gave him a little nudge, it was impulse, that’s all. Just a little something to keep you looking for the invisible man. And I tried to pull him back. I got witnesses.”
She sulked over her coffee. “Tally it up, why don’t you? You’ve got one dead blackmailer. And she hit me first. I destroyed the discs of the recording she had me make. All of them: I destroyed the copies of your file—as a favor. If I was after money, I could’ve come after you with them. But I didn’t, ‘cause the way I saw it, she put us in the same boat back then. I could’ve waited, and screwed with Bobby when we were back in Texas. I’ve got nothing but time.”
“But you aren’t going back to Texas. Bali, isn’t it?”
A smile glimmered again. “I’m thinking about it. A lot of people she screwed with are going to be glad I took care of her. You ought to thank me. She messed with us, Dallas. Preyed on and played with us. You know it. You know she got what she deserved. We come from the same place, you and me. You’d have done the same thing.”
Eve thought of the way their eyes had met in the mirror. What she’d seen in Marnie’s. What she’d seen in her own. “That’s how you figure it.”
“That’s how it is. I’m not going down for this. Not when it comes out what she was, what she did. Assault, maybe. I do a couple years for that and the ID gambit. But murder? You can’t make that stick.”
“Watch me.” Eve pushed to her feet. “Marnie Ralston, you’re under arrest for the murder of Trudy Lombard. Further charges are attempted murder of Bobby Lombard. We’ll toss in the ID fraud, giving false statements to the police. You’ll do more than a couple years, Marnie. You’ve got my word on it.”
“Oh, cut the crap,” Marnie insisted. “Turn off the record, shove your partner out so it’s just you and me. Then tell me how you really feel.”
“I can tell you how I feel, Marnie, on or off record.”
“You’re glad she’s dead.”
“You’re wrong.” What had clutched inside of her loosened. Because Marnie was wrong. Completely. “If it was up to me, she’d be in a cage, the same as you’ll be. She’d be in a cage for what she did to me, to you, to every kid she ever abused, to every woman she ever exploited. That’s justice.”
“That’s bullshit .”
“No, that’s the job,” Eve corrected. “But you didn’t leave it up to me. You picked up that sap, and you cracked her skull open.”
“I didn’t plan it—”
“Maybe you didn’t,” Eve interrupted. “But you didn’t stop there. While she was lying there, bleeding, you stole from her. To get to that point, the point where you could exact your revenge, you used an innocent man. You left the bed where you’d made love with him, and killed his mother. Then you watched him grieve. You put him in the hospital, for kicks, for a little insurance. You did to him what she tried to do to us. You made him nothing. If I could, I’d send you over for that alone.”
She braced her hands on the table, leaned over so their faces were close. “I’m not like you, Marnie. You’re pathetic, taking and ruining lives for something that’s over.”
There were tears now, real ones, angry ones, glimmering in Mamie’s eyes. “It’s never over.”
“Well, you’ll have a long time to think about that. Twenty-five to life, I’d say. I’m nothing like you,” Eve repeated. “I’m the cop. And I’m going to give myself the pleasure of taking you down to booking personally.”
“You’re a hypocrite. You’re a liar and a hypocrite.”
“You can think that, but I’ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight. And I’m going to sleep really well.”
She took Marnie’s arm, pulled her to her feet. Pulling out her restraints, she snapped them on Marnie’s wrists. “Peabody, finish up here, will you?”
“I’ll be out in six months,” Marnie said when Eve escorted her into the hall.
“Keep dreaming.”
“And Bobby’ll pay for my lawyers. She deserved it. Say it! She deserved it. You hated her, just as much as I did.”
“You just piss me off,” Eve said wearily. “You robbed me of the chance to face her down, to do my job and see she paid for everything she’d done.”
“I want a lawyer. I want a psych eval.”
“You’ll get both.” Eve nudged her into an elevator, headed down to booking.
When she was back in her office, Mira came in, closed the door. “You did a good job in Interview.”
“I got lucky. Her ego was on my side.”
“And you recognized that. She didn’t recognize you.”
“She wasn’t off by much. I’ve killed, and I know I’ve got the violence in me that makes me capable of it. Then. Now. But murder’s got a different face. I don’t see that in my mirror.
“Thing is,” she added, “she won’t see it in hers, either.”
“But you’ll see the truth. She won’t. I know it wasn’t easy for you, to do what you did. To do it from the start of this. How do you feel?”
“I’ve got to go to the hospital and tell that poor son of a bitch what she did, and why. I’ve got to go there and break his heart, leave that scar on him. I could feel a hell of a lot better.”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“He’s going to need something, somebody, after. It’ll be up to him. But I think I have to do this, just the two of us. I think I owe him that. What do you think if I contacted the partner, they seem to be tight. Tell him to get his ass up here.”
“I think Bobby’s lucky to have you looking out for him.”
“Friends give you a cushion for the fall, even when you think you don’t need or want one. I appreciate you stopping by here, to see if I needed one. I’m okay.”
“Then I’ll let you finish.”
* * *
An hour later Eve was sitting beside Bobby’s hospital bed, helpless and miserable as tears tracked down his cheeks.
“There has to be a mistake. You’ve made a mistake.”
“There’s not. I haven’t. And I’m sorry, but I don’t know how else to tell you but straight out. She used you. She planned it. Parts of it maybe since she was thirteen. She claims she didn’t plan to kill your mother, and that may be true. It was of the moment. It always looked that way, so it could be that way. But beyond that, Bobby, and I know it’s a punch in the face, she planned, she covered up, she used. She wasn’t the woman she pretended to be. That woman never existed.”
“She—she just isn’t capable…”
“Zana Kline Lombard wasn’t capable. Marnie Ralston was and is. She confessed, Bobby, she walked me through it.”
“But we were married, all these months. We lived together. I know her.”
“You know what she wanted you to know. She’s a pro, a manipulator with a sheet as long as my arm. Bobby. Look at me, Bobby. You were raised by a manipulative woman, primed to be taken by another.”
“What does that make me?” His hand fisted, punched lightly on the bed. “What the hell does all that make me?”
“A target. But you don’t have to keep being one. She’s going to try to play you. She’s going to cry and apologize and tell you things like she started all this before she really knew you, that she fell for you on the way. She’ll say that part was never a lie. She’ll say things like she did this for you. She’ll have all the right words. Don’t be a target for her again.”
“I love her.”
“You love smoke. That’s all she is.” Impatient, a cinder of anger burning in her belly, Eve got to her feet. “You’ll do what you do. I can’t stop you. But I’m saying that you deserve better. I figure it took guts for a twelve-year-old kid to sneak me food, to try to make things a little easier for me. It’s going to take guts for you to face what you’re going to have to face. I’ll make it easier for you if I can.”