her.”
“He’ll pay for that, for all of it.” And this time, Eve reminded herself, it was
enough. “She did find you, and that’s what mattered most to her. She told me
your name. She… showed me the way.”
“She spoke to you?”
“She did. And I know she’s okay, because you are. You can see her
tomorrow. I’ll arrange it. But now, you need to go to the health center, get
checked out. You need to listen to Dr. Mira. We’ll talk again.”
“There were others.” Her face stark, Beata stared at the old building with its
glittering windows. “I heard—”
“We’ll talk again,” Eve said.
Beata pressed her fingers to her eyes, nodded, then dropped them. “I’m
sorry. I never asked your name.”
“I’m Dallas.” Through and through, she thought, in and out and all the way.
“Lieutenant Eve Dallas.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant Dallas.” Beata held out a hand. “For every day of the
rest of my life.”
“Make good use of them.” Eve shook her hand, then sent her back to Mira.
Eve took a breath, then tuned in to the lights, the noise, the movement. Her
world, she thought, and walked back to Roarke.
“Things to wrap up,” she told him. “Reports to file, killers to question.”
“You look pretty pleased about it.”
“All in all, I am. But tomorrow? Why don’t we stay home, watch old vids
and eat junk food, maybe drink a whole bunch of wine and have half-drunk sex?”
“A master plan. I’m in.”
“Excellent. I have to go back down there. You could wait here or go on
home.”
“Lieutenant.” He took her hand again. “I’m with you.”
“Well, you’re handy,” she said, grinned again.
She walked back toward the building with him to do the job. She felt tired,
violently hungry, and completely herself.
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“He’ll pay for that, for all of it.” And this time, Eve reminded herself, it was
enough. “She did find you, and that’s what mattered most to her. She told me
your name. She… showed me the way.”
“She spoke to you?”
“She did. And I know she’s okay, because you are. You can see her
tomorrow. I’ll arrange it. But now, you need to go to the health center, get
checked out. You need to listen to Dr. Mira. We’ll talk again.”
“There were others.” Her face stark, Beata stared at the old building with its
glittering windows. “I heard—”
“We’ll talk again,” Eve said.
Beata pressed her fingers to her eyes, nodded, then dropped them. “I’m
sorry. I never asked your name.”
“I’m Dallas.” Through and through, she thought, in and out and all the way.
“Lieutenant Eve Dallas.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant Dallas.” Beata held out a hand. “For every day of the
rest of my life.”
“Make good use of them.” Eve shook her hand, then sent her back to Mira.
Eve took a breath, then tuned in to the lights, the noise, the movement. Her
world, she thought, and walked back to Roarke.
“Things to wrap up,” she told him. “Reports to file, killers to question.”
“You look pretty pleased about it.”
“All in all, I am. But tomorrow? Why don’t we stay home, watch old vids
and eat junk food, maybe drink a whole bunch of wine and have half-drunk sex?”
“A master plan. I’m in.”
“Excellent. I have to go back down there. You could wait here or go on
home.”
“Lieutenant.” He took her hand again. “I’m with you.”
“Well, you’re handy,” she said, grinned again.
She walked back toward the building with him to do the job. She felt tired,
violently hungry, and completely herself.
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