“Listen, I’m just going to run down and see how Trina’s doing. Back in a flash.” She went out in one, dashing through the door in a blur of color.
“Sit down, Nadine.” Roarke was already up, leading her to a chair. “Would you like some wine?”
“I would, thanks, I would. But I’d really like one of those cigarettes.”
“I thought you were quitting,” Eve said as Roarke offered one.
“I am.” Nadine sent Roarke a look of gratitude as he flicked on his lighter. “I quit regularly. Listen, I’m sorry to bust in on you both this way.”
“Friends are always welcome.” He poured the wine, gave it to her. “I assume you want to talk to Eve. I’ll leave you alone.”
“No, don’t feel you have to go.” Nadine took another long drag of the pricey tobacco. “Jesus, I forget you have the real thing. A bigger kick than herbals. No, don’t go,” she said again. “Dallas tells you everything anyway.”
Roarke’s face showed surprise. “Does she?”
“No,” Eve said definitely but lowered to the arm of a chair. “I did tell him about your problem because of his connection to Draco. And his connection to you.”
“It’s all right.” Nadine managed a weak smile. “Mortification builds character.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Life would be awfully dull if we could look back without regretting at least one affair.”
Her smile relaxed. “You plucked a winner here, Dallas. Nothing like a man who says the right thing at the right time. Well, Richard Draco is my regret. Dallas.” She shifted her gaze to Eve’s. “I know you don’t have to tell me, couldn’t obviously during the interview earlier. Maybe you can’t tell me at all, but I have to ask. Am I in trouble?”
“What did your lawyer say?”
“Not to worry and not to talk to you without him present.” She smiled grimly. “I’m having a hard time following his advice.”
“I can’t scratch you off the list, Nadine. But,” she added as Nadine closed her eyes and nodded. “Since you’re coming in dead last, I’d give taking the first part of your lawyer’s advice another try.”
Nadine huffed out a breath, sipped her wine. “First time I’ve ever been happy to be a loser.”
“Mira’s opinion weighs heavily, and she doesn’t believe you’re capable of calculated murder. Neither does the primary on a personal level or, considering the current evidence, on a professional one.”
“Thank you. Thanks.” Nadine lifted a hand to her head, pressed her fingers to the center of her brow. “I keep telling myself this is going to go away soon. That you’ll wrap it up. But the stress is like a spike through my brain.”
“I’m going to have to give you just a little more. Were you aware Draco had a video of you?”
“Video?” Nadine dropped her hand, frowned. “You mean of my work?”
“Well, some people consider sex work.”
Nadine stared, eyes blank with confusion. Then they cleared, and Eve saw exactly what she wanted to see: shock, fury, embarrassment. “He had a video of…He took—he had a camera when we—” She slammed down the wine, surged to her feet. “That slimy son of a bitch. That perverted bastard.”
“I’d say the answer’s no,” Roarke murmured, and Nadine whirled on him.
“What kind of man takes videos of a woman in his bed when she doesn’t consent? What kind of sick thrill does he get from raping her that way? Because that’s just what it is.”
She jabbed a finger in his chest, for no other reason than he was a man. “Would you do that to Dallas? She’d kick your butt from here to Tarus III if you did. That’s just what I’d like to do to Draco. No, no, I’d like to take his puny dick in my hands and twist it until it popped right off.”
“Under the circumstances, I’d prefer not to be his stand-in.”
She hissed out a breath, sucked one in, then held up her hands, palms out. “Sorry. It’s not your fault.” To find control again, she paced, then turned to face Eve.
“I guess that little display of temper moved me up the list a few notches.”
“Just the opposite. If you’d known about the disc, you’d have attempted a quick castration. You wouldn’t have let someone else stick him. You just verified your own profile.”
“Well, good for me. Yippee.” Nadine dropped into the chair again. “I guess the disc’s in evidence.”