“You’ve done it for me plenty of times. Point is, I picked the men to trail him, and they lost him. So, it’s on me.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“No, that’s chain of command. Just like you figuring, because he’s yours, what almost happened to him is on you. Once we both swallow that, we move to the next stage. Roarke.”
She started to touch his shoulder, then stuck her hand in her pocket. “Don’t ask or expect him to do what you wouldn’t do yourself. I’m not happy about what happened this morning, but when it comes down to it, he handled himself. Let’s give him credit for it, and get back on track.”
“They would know he’s important to me. What the loss of him, in that way, would do. For the money and the thrill. Well, I’ve done my share of dirty deeds for the money and the thrill.”
She waited a moment. “Is that an Irish thing? Deciding maybe bad stuff happens because you’ve been bad?”
He gave a half-laugh, turned back to her. “More a Catholic one, I suppose. It springs up at the most unexpected moments, no matter how far you stray. No, I don’t think this is payment for my past. But I do think it’s crept in from it, and has to be dealt with.”
And deal with it he would, no matter how hurtful that might be.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“When I know for certain, I will tell you. Eve, you didn’t let me down. I had no right to make you think otherwise.”
“It’s all right. At least I got to be there when you fired Summerset. Maybe you could wait a couple of weeks, then do it again. For real.”
He smiled, trailed his fingertips over the ends of her hair. Then his gaze shifted up and over as the elevator opened. Summerset stepped out between two plainclothes cops.
Eve gave a little sigh as she watched the men lock eyes. There were things between them she would never fully understand. “But I guess right now, you’d better go talk to him and do that manly makeup deal.”
“Lieutenant?”
“Yeah, what?”
“Give me a kiss.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I need it.”
She rolled her eyes for form, but rose onto her toes and touched her mouth to his. “They got security cams in here, so that’s all you get. I’ve got places to go. Peabody!”
Still she waited until Roarke had crossed the garage, walked up the line of unmarked vehicles to Summerset.
“They’re like family, huh?” Peabody said as she got into the car. “Hey! That makes you sort of like Summerset’s daughter-in-law.”
Horror drained all color from Eve’s cheeks. All she could do was press a hand to her stomach. “Jesus, I feel sick.”
The Minces were staying in what the hotel called their Executive Suite, Luxury Level. This meant the room was large, airy, and separated into sitting room and bedrooms by a fancy latticed screen that bloomed with flowering vines. A corner of the sitting room was efficiently arranged into a mini-office area with a communication and data system built into a trim console so those executives fortunate enough to be able to afford the accommodations could work in style.
Mince had obviously been doing just that when Eve interrupted him. The console was humming discreetly, and there was a pot of coffee sitting on the refreshment extension.
“Oh, Lieutenant. I’d forgotten you were coming.”
“I appreciate you agreeing to speak with me.”
“Of course, of course, it’s not a problem at all.” He gave the suite a distracted look, seemed mildly surprised to find all in place. “I’m afraid I tend to bury myself in work once I begin. Poor Minnie despairs of me. I think she said she was going out to shop, or was it the beauty salon? Did you want to speak to her as well?”
“I can always arrange for that another time.”
“Let me get you something. The coffee’s probably fresh. I think Minnie plunked it down for me before she left.”
“Thanks.” She agreed because it would keep things informal, then sat on one of the pretty chairs while he fussed with cups.