Her eyes hardened. “And you’ve just decided I might be interested.”
“I’ve just discovered my own interest. He’s worked up a rather impressive debt at one of my casinos on Vegas II. Then there’s a matter of a little scandal some years back involving roulette, a redhead, and a fatality on an obscure gaming satellite in Sector 38.”
“What scandal?”
“You’re the cop,” he said and smiled. “Find out.”
He left Eve to go to the cop’s widow and hold her hand.
“I have Mirina in my office,” Whitney murmured at Eve’s ear. “I promised you wouldn’t keep her long.”
“I won’t.” Struggling to smooth the feathers Roarke had ruffled, she followed the commander’s broad back down the hall.
Though his home office wasn’t quite as spartan as the one at Cop Central, it was obvious that Whitney kept his wife’s lush feminine taste at bay here. The walls were a plain beige, the carpet a deeper tone, and the chairs were wide and a practical brown.
His work counter and console were in the center of the room. In the corner by the window, Mirina Angelini waited in her long sweep of mourning black. Whitney went to her first, spoke quietly, and squeezed her hand. With one warning glance at Eve, he left them alone.
“Ms. Angelini,” Eve began. “I knew your mother, worked with her, admired her. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Everyone is,” Mirina responded in a voice as fragile and pale as her white cheeks. Her eyes were dark, nearly black, and glassy. “Except the person who killed her, I suppose. I’ll apologize ahead of time if I’m of little help to you, Lieutenant Dallas. I bowed to pressure and let myself be tranq’ed. I am, as anyone will tell you, taking this rather hard.”
“You and your mother were close.”
“She was the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known. Why should I have to be calm and composed when I’ve lost her like this?”
Eve came closer, sat in one of the wide brown chairs. “I can’t think of any reason why you should be.”
“My father wants a public show of strength.” Mirina turned her face to the window. “I’m letting him down. Appearances are important to my father.”
“Was your mother important to him?”
“Yes. Their personal and professional lives were twined together. The divorce didn’t change that. He’s hurting.” She drew in a shaky breath. “He won’t show it because he’s too proud, but he’s hurting. He loved her. We all loved her.”
“Ms. Angelini, tell me about your mother’s mood, what you spoke of, who you spoke of, the last time you had contact.”
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nbsp; “The day before she died we were on the ’link for an hour, maybe more. Wedding plans.” Tears dripped out and spilled over the pale cheeks. “We were both so full of wedding plans. I’d send her transmissions of dresses: wedding dresses, mother-of-the-bride ensembles. Randall was designing them. We talked about clothes. Doesn’t that seem shallow, Lieutenant, that the last time I’ll ever speak with my mother, I spoke of fashion?”
“No, it doesn’t seem shallow. It seems friendly. Loving.”
Mirina pressed a hand to her lips. “Do you think?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What do you talk to your mother about?”
“I don’t have a mother. I never did.”
Mirina blinked, focused again. “How odd. What does it feel like?”
“I . . .” There was no way to describe what simply was. “It wouldn’t be the same for you, Ms. Angelini,” Eve said gently. “When you were speaking to your mother, did she mention anything, anyone who was concerning her?”
“No. If you’re thinking about her work, we rarely talked of it. I wasn’t very interested in the law. She was happy, excited that I was coming over for a few days. We laughed a lot. I know she had this image, her professional image, but with me, with the family she was . . . softer, looser. I teased her about George, saying that Randy could design her wedding dress while he was doing mine.”
“Her reaction?”
“We just laughed. Mama liked to laugh,” she said, a little dreamy now as the tranq began to work. “She said she was having too much fun being mother of the bride to spoil it with the headaches of being a bride herself. She was very fond of George, and I think they were good together. But I don’t suppose she loved him.”