He nodded. “I’ll observe the interview with Mosebly, if possible. Otherwise, I’ll review it at the first opportunity. Dismissed.”
She started out.
“Dallas? Gossip is an ugly and insidious form of entertainment. Maybe that’s why people can’t resist it. A good cop knows it has its uses, just as a good cop knows it’s often twisted and pummeled into a different shape for the purpose of the purveyor. You’re a good cop.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Though she knew he’d meant it kindly, the sting of embarrassment plagued her all the way down the glides.
Her pocket ’link signaled a message straight to voice mail before she stepped into the bull pen. She drew it out, saw from the display it was from Roarke.
The urge to simply delete without checking made her feel small and cowardly. She cursed, and played the message.
His face filled her ’link screen, and those lethal blue eyes burned into hers. “Lieutenant. I didn’t want to disturb you. If you can carve out some time today, I’d like some of it. If it’s not possible—or you’re just too bloody stubborn to make it possible—I expect to have your time and attention tonight. At home. I’ll end by saying this much. You piss me off, and still I love you with everything I am. I’d best hear from you, Eve, or I swear I’m going to kick your ass.”
She stuffed the ’link back in her pocket. “We’ll see whose ass gets kicked, pal.”
But her heart had twisted again—in pleasure or in pain, she just didn’t know.
“Hey, Dallas.” Baxter pushed away from his desk, strode after her. “Ah, nice job with Nadine last night.”
“You got something to say to me that applies to a case, Detective?”
“Not really. I just…Listen, Dallas, you don’t want to pay attention to—”
She closed her office door in his face, but not before she saw the look of concerned sympathy on it.
She put another lock on the lid of her emotional box, sat and focused on writing her report until she got the signal that Arnette Mosebly had arrived.
When she walked in, Mosebly scowled. “Really, Lieutenant, I assumed we’d do this in your office.”
“You haven’t seen my office. There’s barely enough room for me in there, much less the three of us. Appreciate you coming in.”
“I want to cooperate, both as a private citizen and as principal of Sarah Child. The sooner all of this is cleared up, closed away, the better for the school.”
“Yeah, the school’s important to you.”
“Of course.”
“Just let me set up. Record on. Interview with Mosebly, Arnette, conducted by Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Peabody, Detective Delia, all present, in the matter of the death of Williams, Reed, on this date.” Eve took her seat. “Ms. Mosebly, are you here of your own volition?”
“I am. As I said, I want to cooperate.”
“And we appreciate it. To ensure your protection, I’m going to read you your rights.”
“My rights? I don’t—”
“It’s routine,” Eve said casually, and ran through them. “Do you understand your rights and obligations in this matter?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay then. Again, we appreciate your cooperation.”
“Reed’s death is a shock to all of us, a loss for all of us,” she added. “Particularly coming so close on the heels of Craig’s.”
“You refer to Craig Foster, who was murdered in the school you head.”
“Yes. It was, and is, a tragedy.”