Three in Death by J.D. Robb Page A

terribly, and wanted all of him. I couldn’t have that, so I pushed and prodded, then I stepped away from him. All or nothing. Well. He’s a proud man, and I was stubborn. We separated for six months, and during that time he turned to someone else. I can’t blame him for it.”
    “And she got pregnant,” Eve prompted.
    “Yes. He never kept it from me. He never lied or tried to hide it from me. He’s an honorable man.” Her tone turned fierce when she looked at Eve.
    “Does Hayes know?”
    “Of course. Of course he knows. Douglas would never shirk his responsibilities. He provided financial support. We worked out an arrangement with the woman, and she agreed to raise the child and keep his paternity private. There was no point, no point at all in making the matter public and complicating Douglas’s career, shadowing his reputation.”
    “So you paid for his…indiscretion.”
    “You’re a hard woman, aren’t you, Lieutenant? No mistakes in your life? No regrets?”
    “Plenty of them. But a child—a man—might have some problem being considered a mistake. A regret.”
    “Douglas has been nothing but kind and generous and responsible with Bryson. He’s given him everything.”
    Everything except his name, Eve thought. How much would that matter? “Did he give him orders to kill, Mrs. Skinner? Orders to frame Roarke for murder?”
    “Absolutely not. Absolutely not. But Bryson is…perhaps he’s overly devoted to Douglas. In the past several months, Douglas has turned to him too often, and perhaps, when Bryson was growing up, Douglas set standards that were too high, too harsh for a young boy.”
    “Hayes would need to prove himself to his father.”
    “Yes. Bryson’s hard, Lieutenant. Hard and cold-blooded. You’d understand that, I think. Douglas—he’s ill. And his moods, his obsession with what happened all those years ago is eating at him as viciously as his illness does. I’ve heard him rage, as if there’s something else inside him. And during the rage he said something had to be done, some payment made, whatever the cost. That there were times the law had to make room for blood justice. Death for death. I heard him talking with Bryson, months ago, about this place. That Roarke had built it on the bones of martyred cops. That he would never rest until it, and Roarke, were destroyed. That if he died before he could avenge those who were lost, his legacy to his son was that duty.”
    “Pick him up.” Eve swung to Darcia. “Have your people pick Hayes up.”
    “Already on it,” Darcia answered as she switched on her communicator.
    “He doesn’t know.” Belle got slowly to her feet. “Or he’s not allowing himself to know. Douglas is convinced that Roarke’s responsible for what’s happened here. Convinced himself that you’re part of it, Lieutenant. His mind isn’t what it was. He’s dying by inches. This will finish him. Have pity.”
    She thought of the dead, and thought of the dying. “Ask yourself what he would have done, Mrs. Skinner, if he were standing in my place now. Dr. Mira will stay with you.”
    She headed out with Darcia, waited until they were well down the hall. “There should be a way to separate him from Skinner before we bag him. Take him quietly.”
    Darcia called for the elevator. “You’re some ruthless hard-ass, aren’t you, Dallas?”
    “If Skinner didn’t give him a direct order, there’s no point in smearing him with Hayes, or making the arrest while he’s around. Christ, he’s a dead man already,” she snapped when Darcia said nothing. “What’s the fucking point of dragging him into it and destroying half a century of service?”
    “None.”
    “I can request another interview with Skinner, draw him away far enough for you to make the collar.”
    “You’re giving up the collar?” Darcia asked in a shocked voice as they stepped onto the elevator.
    “It was never mine.”
    “The hell it wasn’t. But I’ll take it,” Darcia added