“You have to help.”
“Of course. It’s what I do. Now, how does being here like this make you feel?”
“Fuck feelings. We have to get out!”
“Angry then,” Mira said placidly, and sipped tea from a china cup. “But more, I think. What’s under that anger, Eve? Let’s dig it out.”
“Get us out. Can’t you see how scared they are?”
“They?”
“I’m scared. I’m scared.”
“Progress!” With a pleased smile, Mira lifted her teacup in salute. “Now let’s talk about that.”
“There’s no time.” Her head swiveled side to side while panic gnawed at her, belly and bone. “He’ll come back.”
“He’ll only come back if you let him. Well, that’s all the time we have for today.”
“For God’s sake don’t leave us like this. Take the girls. Take them out of here. They don’t deserve to be here.”
“No.” Her voice gentle as a kiss, Mira shook her head. “You don’t.”
“What about me!” The woman, the partner, the mother stood, her throat gaping and wet with blood. “Look what you did to me.”
“I didn’t kill you.” Eve cringed while the girls, all the girls curled into defensive balls.
“Stupid bitch, it’s all your fault.” When she slapped one of the girls aside, Eve felt the blow. “Stupid, ugly, worthless bitch. You should never have been born.”
“But I was. How could you hate what came out of you? How could you hate what needed you? How could you let him touch me?”
“Whine, whine, whine, all you ever did was whine. You’re nothing but a mistake, and now I’m dead because you’re alive.” The face changed, image over image. Stella to Sylvia, Sylvia to Stella. “You deserved everything he did to you, everything he’s going to do.”
“He’s dead! He can’t do anything because he’s dead.”
“Stupid little cunt. Then how did you get here?”
“Boy, nobody lays the guilt on like a mom.”
With a sympathetic smile, Peabody crouched in front of Eve. “How’re you doing?”
“How the hell does it look like I’m doing? Get these kids to safety. Call for backup. Get me a weapon. I need a weapon.”
“Jeez, Dallas, take it easy.”
Incensed, Eve yanked at the shackles. “Take it easy? What the fuck’s wrong with you? Get off your ass and do your job.”
“I am doing my job. We’re all doing the job. See?”
She could, like a dream over a dream, see her bullpen, cops at desks, in cubes. And Feeney in his rumpled suit in the middle of the clashing colors and constant movement of EDD. Above them Whitney stood, his hands clasped behind his back. Watchful.
“Officer needs assistance,” Eve murmured, dizzy.
“You’re getting it, Dallas. Best we got, just like you taught me. Look at my guy.” She grinned and pointed to McNab, who pranced around on wildly striped ankle skids, talking incessantly in e-geek. “That’s how he works. Doesn’t he have the cutest skinny butt? Now your guy, he’s got it rough right now.”
Eve saw Roarke behind a wall of glass. At his desk he worked a comp, two smart screens, a headset. His ’link signaled, and codes and figures whizzed by on the wall screens.
He had his hair tied back. His eyes were fierce and intense, and even from a distance she could see they were filled with fatigue and worry.
“Roarke.” Everything in her spilled out in the single word, the love, the fear, the anguish.
“It’s hard to think really clear, catch the little details when you’re that worried. He loves you. You hurt, he hurts.”
“I know. Roarke.”
“Gotta break the glass, I guess.” Peabody smiled. “You’re my hero.”
“I’m nobody’s hero.”
Peabody gave the wrist cuffs a tap. “Not like this, you aren’t.”
“Get me out of these!”
“How?”
“Find the key. Find the goddamn key and get me out.”
“Wish I could, Dallas, but that’s the whole thing. You’ve got to find it. Better find the key before he gets another one. Before he gets you. You’ve never been stupid. Don’t let her make you stupid.”
“How am I supposed to find anything when I’m locked in? How—” She broke off, cringing back when she heard the footsteps. “He’s coming.”
“He never left.” The mother walked to the door.
“Don’t open it. Please!”
“Whine, whine, whine.” She opened the door.
McQueen walked in, flashed a charming smile. “Hello, little girl,” he said in her father’s voice.
And bleeding from a dozen wounds, he came for her.
She bolted up in bed, clutching at her throat. The breath wouldn’t come, no matter how wildly her heart hammered, the breath wouldn’t come.
She didn’t even feel the cat butting his head fiercely against her side.
Roarke burst into the room. He leaped to the bed, clamped his hands on her arms. “I’m here. Eve. Look at me.”
She did, she was. She saw his face, his eyes violently blue against bone-white skin. She saw fear, and struggled to say his name.
“Breathe. Goddamn it.” He shook her, hard, lifting her half off the bed.
The shock of it unlocked her throat. When her breath exploded out, his arms wrapped around her. “It’s all right. You’re all right now. Just hold on to me.”
“He came for us.”
“No, baby, no. He’s not here. It’s just you and me. Just you and me.”
“You were there, behind the glass.”
“I’m here, right here.” He cupped her face so she could see him, feel him. “You’re safe.” His own breathing unsteady, he kissed her brow, her cheeks, wrapped the throw around her.
“The room. I was in that room. He locked me up. I don’t know which one. They were all there. The girls. All the girls were me.”
“It’s over.”
But it’s not, she thought, and closed her eyes. It’s not over.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
She opened her eyes, looked around. The hotel, she assured herself. The bedroom with the lights low and soft. The cat—he’d brought her the cat—and Galahad sat at her side watchful as a guard dog.
“Where did you go?”
“I had some work. Bloody work.” He bit off the words, his voice raw. “I didn’t want to wake you, so I went up to the office. You’d slept quiet, so I thought . . . I shouldn’t have left you.”
She studied his face now, looked beyond herself and into him. Guilt, fear, worry, anger. All that, she thought. All of that in him. “Did I scream?”
“No. You started to thrash and struggle, and when I got here—”
“How did you know? How did you know to come?”
“I had you on monitor.”
“You were watching me sleep,” she said slowly, “while you worked.”
“I’d hoped you’d sleep a bit longer. It’s early yet, barely dawn.”
“But you were working, and watching me.”
“It was hardly voyeuristic.”
She waved him, and the edge in his voice away. “You were worried about me, so you had to keep an eye on me while you tried to work.”
She thought of how he’d looked behind that glass wall, handling so many tasks at once with weariness on his face.
“Of course I was worried.”
“Because I might have a nightmare.”
“You did have a nightmare, so—”
She waved him off again, and this time shoved to her feet. “So you have to monitor me like I’m some sort of sick kid, and feel guilty because you actually took a little time, before the fucking sun came up, to deal with your own work. Well, that’s just enough. They’ve screwed us up long enough, and it’s got to stop. It’s going to stop.”
He watched her storm around the room and wondered if she knew she was gloriously naked, and absolutely shining with outrage. And watching her he felt more at peace than he had since she’d walked into his office in New York days before.
“I’m not putting up with this,” she continued. “You can’t even go out and buy up a solar system without worrying I’ll fall apart. How are you supposed to get anything done?”
“Actually, I’m not in the market for a solar system right at the moment.”