At the snap of his friend’s voice, he looked up. “Yeah?”
Roman stood and frowned down at him. “We’re leaving. I’ve explained to the detective that unless they want to formally charge you, they need to let us go now.”
“I would love to throw you in a holding cell and see if you soften up, but my captain doesn’t like the growing swarm of press. You’re free to go for now, but don’t leave town. I’ll have more questions.” The detective sat back with a sigh. “I find it very interesting that Crawford went down in one of your planes.”
Mad’s private jet had been built by Bond Aeronautics. Gabe had overseen the build himself. He’d made sure it was the most tricked-out mile high club in the air. He and Mad had gotten their pilot licenses at the same time. They used to love flying together. Usually one flew while the other fucked in the back on their way to Vegas or Paris or some other suitably decadent party town.
God, he couldn’t believe Mad was dead.
“I assure you the last thing my client wants is negative press. The stock of his company has already taken a hit.” Roman flipped the lid of his briefcase closed. “He won’t leave the city. If you have any more questions for him, please contact my office. Perhaps we can do this in a more private setting next time.”
The detective stood and left the room, his disappointment obvious.
“Let’s go. Dax is waiting to get you out of here.” Roman straightened his tie. “I’ll face the mob outside and try to defuse the situation. You and I are going to have a long talk later.”
Because Roman must know he was hiding something. Clever bastard. Gabe would have to confess he’d been at the airport that day. He’d been standing there when Mad had taken off.
Yeah, Roman was going to love that.
“All right. Give me the night to figure a few things out.”
He especially needed to figure out how to handle Everly. He’d done everything wrong this morning. He wasn’t even sure what would have been right. He should have found out about her relationship with Mad and been utterly disgusted. He’d wanted to be. He’d definitely been angry, felt betrayed. But he wanted her way too much to hold that grudge. Her fling with Mad infuriated him on Sara’s behalf, but for himself? It didn’t matter.
Everly was too damn dangerous for his peace of mind. To complicate matters even more, he now wondered if she had critical information.
During the long, tedious interrogation, his brain had been working the angles of this case. Though grief was still strong, the shock of Mad’s death was wearing off. Logic had begun to set in again. He’d started to wonder about a few things. Mad had hated DC. What had compelled him to fly there to see Zack, rather than just picking up the phone? Why had he updated his will three weeks before his death? Why had he been so explicit about the funeral arrangements? Gabe had been forced to watch the tape of his last conversation with Mad again, and without the filter of rage to blind him, he could see the bastard had been trying to tell him something.
Everly had been the woman in Mad’s bed at the end of his life. She must know something.
“That’s all the time you get,” Roman replied. “We’ll talk in the morning. Go to Connor’s place and we’ll all meet for breakfast. For tonight, lay low.”
He couldn’t do that. He had to find Everly. “I need to go back to the office.”
Roman paused at the door. “Absolutely not. You’re going into hiding. The less chance we give the press to photograph you, the better off we are. The NYPD is all over you. The FAA isn’t done with their investigation, but they’re definitely treating the crash as if it was foul play. These cops are fishing for a suspect at this point, and that dipshit tape of you and Mad makes you look easy. For now, they’ll leave you be—unless you give them a reason otherwise. But we have to figure this shit out. So you will behave. Is that understood?”
“Sure.” It was best to agree with Roman, then do what he needed to. Roman wasn’t going to understand his need to see Everly. Or his reason. He had to track her down and get her where he wanted her.
Underneath him, with her hair spread out, begging him to end the sensual torture.
Damn it, he had to stop thinking about having sex with her until he talked to her again. He wouldn’t touch her until he figured out what part she’d played in this chaotic mess. And what she knew that could get him out of it.
Of course, he might not have to worry about ever getting physical with her again. She might have decided he was a bad bet as her new lover since he’d insulted her, then practically been arrested for murdering her last one.
Roman stared at him, and Gabe worried the shrewd lawyer had figured him out, but Roman finally opened the door and stepped into the hall.
Gabe followed. As soon as he had a free moment, he needed to pull up her address. Now that he knew Eve was Everly, he realized he had access to all her employment records, including her address in Brooklyn. They could continue their discussion at her place. He had his own interrogation to perform.
He turned the corner, then stopped. She stood right there, in the hallway, her face turned up, mouth moving as she said something to Dax.
“Why is she here?” He kept his voice low.
Roman sighed. “She’d already arrived when I walked into the precinct. Once I found out she’s on Crawford’s security team, I thought she should know what’s going on. Actually, I’m surprised you didn’t fire her on the spot. Dax told me there was a rumor about her and Mad.”
“And I’ll find out if it’s true or not.” He intended to discover every secret that woman had. “I’m also going to find out what was going on in Mad’s head the last few months of his life. I’m betting she knows something.”
“It’s possible,” Roman admitted. “I don’t know if he would have really divulged anything of value to her, rather than his lifelong friends. But toward the end, Mad hadn’t seemed like himself, so maybe she does know something.” Roman frowned. “Any idea what he was asking about that last day you two went to lunch? He sounded as if he was looking for someone.”
He’d mentioned a Sergei. “No. Hell, for all I know, it was his new drug dealer.”
“Stop being an ass. This is exactly why you should stay away from her. You’re on the edge and you’ll only dig yourself in deeper. Neither of you needs another pile of shit right now. Take a step back, and we’ll talk in the morning. I’ll interview her and let you know what I find.”
Not happening. He needed her. Even if he pried nothing more than the truth about her relationship with Mad from her, he wasn’t going to leave Everly alone.
She turned, and he caught sight of her smile. Even in the little hallway, he couldn’t fail to notice how bright she shined. His breath caught. No wonder Mad had left Sara for her. Eve was utterly different than any woman Gabe had ever been involved with. His whole body responded to her.
The minute she caught sight of him, she wiped all expression from her face. “Mr. Bond.”
She wanted to play it that way? Of course she did now that she’d witnessed his interrogation. He wanted to punch Roman for letting her stay. Her opinion of him had obviously tumbled after their fight this morning, and seeing homicide detectives grill him had likely dropped him a notch lower. Damn it. He needed to do whatever possible to make sure she didn’t get away from him.
“Everly, thank you for tracking down Dax and Roman. There was no need for you to wait. I planned on finding you soon. We still have a few things to iron out.”
Roman shook his head. “You’re not going to list
en to a damn word I say, are you? Don’t cause a fucking scene. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Dax, have you got this?”
“It’s handled. I don’t think anyone can follow us.”
Roman nodded and strode toward the front of the building, cursing to himself.
Dax stepped up and shook his hand. “I’ll meet you up top, brother. Go easy on her. Everly isn’t what you think she is. And