In Death 25 - Creation in Death by authors_sort Page A

arm to hook around him, and quivered as his hands circled down.
    He could feel her giving, opening, awaiting. The way her body moved, the way her breath caught. He could hear it in the quick cry that escaped her when he slipped his hands between her legs to cup her. How she trembled, her arm tightened when he used his fingers to tease and to pleasure. And the shock of her release when he dipped them into that hot, wet velvet.
    “Take more.” He had to give more.
    Her trembles went to shudders, her breath to sobbing.
    Her surrender, to him, to herself, aroused him beyond imagining. And the fatigue and sorrow that sleep and shower hadn’t washed away drowned in his love for her.
    He spun her around, pressed her back against the wall. Her breath was short, but her eyes stayed on his.
    “You take more now,” she told him.
    Gripping her hips, he fought for control, to hold the moment. And so slipped slowly inside her.
    Steam smoked around them; the water streamed. They watched each other, moved together.
    More than pleasure, he thought. Somehow even more than love. At a time they each needed it most, they gave each other that essential human gift of hope.
    Even as her breath caught, caught again, he saw her smile. Undone, he captured those curved lips. Surrounded by her, drowning in her, he let himself take the pleasure, take the love. Take the hope.
     
    W ell, that set me up.” Eve stretched her neck after she dragged on her old and favored NYPSD sweatshirt. “Sleep and shower sex. I ought to make the combo required for the team.”
    “I’m afraid I don’t have the time to sleep and play in the shower with Peabody and Callendar. Even for the good of the team.”
    “Ha-ha. Funny.” She sat on the arm of the sofa in the sitting area to pull on thick socks. “I’ll just keep you as my personal energy booster. Gotta get back to it.”
    “Food,” Roarke said.
    “Yeah, I figured on—”
    “I know what you figured on.” He took her hand to walk out of the bedroom with her. “But disappointment is what you’re doomed for as it’s not going to be pizza.”
    “I think you have prejudice against the pie.”
    “I have no pie prejudice. However, I insist on another element to your energy boost. In addition to sleep and shower sex, we’re having steak.”
    “Red meat’s hard to argue with, but I’m having fries with it.”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    She knew that mmm-hmm . It meant vegetables. She also knew that fussing over getting decent food into her would keep his mind off what was happening to Gia Rossi.
    She let him order up whatever he considered proper nutrition while she fed the cat. The vegetables turned out to be some sort of medley he called niçoise . At least they had the crunch going for them.
    She read over her detectives’ reports while they ate. “People remember the details,” she said. “Such as they were. The people who were close to the prior vics remember the details.”
    “I imagine so. For them—each of them,” Roarke commented, “it was likely a once-in-a-lifetime shock and loss.”
    “If they’re lucky. But even so, they don’t tell us anything new. No new people in their lives, no comments or complaints about being bothered or worried. Each one had a basic routine—with some variations, sure. But each walked to and from work or transportation at basically the same time frame every day. No viable witnesses came forward claiming they saw them with anyone at the time they disappeared.”
    “Viable.”
    She shrugged, ate a fry. “You get the loonies and the attention-grabbers. Nothing panned. Still you check them out, every one. End up wasting time following false leads. People are a pain in the ass.”
    “You said you were going to check lots and garages. I assume you did then as well.”
    “Yeah. Watched hours of security vids, questioned dozens of attendants, droid and human, checked ticket records. We got nothing. Which means he could’ve used street parking, an unsecured lot, or