She felt the prick, cursed. “Son of a bitch tranq’d me.” She aimed her weapon mid-body, fired a stream. Then her legs buckled and sent her to her knees.
“An old method,” Lowell said as he effortfully rolled over. “Often used in assassination
s at one time. Just a tranquilizer now, as you said.” He smiled as she slid the rest of the way to the floor. “Very quick acting, of course.”
He sat where he was until he’d unbuttoned the padded suit, pulled it aside. Underneath he wore standard body armor. “I thought, as you’re very skilled, you might fire your weapon. It’s always wise to take precautions. Carry her down to my workroom,” he ordered the droid.
His duplicate droid was already taking her car away, very far away.
“Yes, sir.”
Plenty of time, Lowell thought. When he was certain all was well, he’d call the droid home, replace his hard drive as he would replace this house droid’s memory. As he’d done many times before.
Clean slate.
For now, he gathered the suit, the cast, picked up the weapon Eve had dropped. It was possible she’d called in her intention to stop there. Someone would come, be that the case. But there would be no sign she’d been there.
Her vehicle would be found miles away.
He would have all her communication devices, and all would be shut down.
He would have her, Lowell thought as he started down the steps to his work area. And complete his life’s work.
Outside the house, Peabody stood sick with frustration and dread. She’d called for a battering ram for the door they couldn’t budge, and for laser torches to cut through the riot bars on every window.
Eve was inside, and she couldn’t find a way in.
“You’ve got to override the security.”
“I’m working on it,” McNab said between his teeth as he pulled out every trick he knew. “It’s got backups on its backups. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
They both whirled as a car squealed to a halt in the street. Some of her dread lessened when she saw Roarke and Feeney jump out.
“We can’t get past the system. The place is locked down like a fort.”
“Move aside.” Roarke shoved McNab away, pulled out his own tools.
“Tried the master, tried the override, got my comp to spit out codes. But when you input, they shift to another sequence.”
“It was a Stealth base during the Urbans,” Feeney told Peabody as sweat rolled down his back. “The minute she walked in, all comms were useless. We got the data on the way over. First Robert Lowell had it titled in his wife’s maiden name, ran a branch of the business out of here. More a front during the Urbans.
“Get that damn system down,” he ordered Roarke.
“Quiet and let me work.”
“You don’t get that down, get us inside before he puts hands on her, I’ll be kicking your ass for the rest of my natural life.”
Ariel’s eyes tracked to him as he came in behind the droid. “Who is she? Who is she?”
“You could say the last of her breed.” He leaned over the table where the droid laid Eve, went through her pockets for her ’link, her communicator, her PPC. He removed her wrist unit. “Take these and put them into the recycler. Go upstairs, shut down,” he told the droid.
“Well, now.” Gently Lowell brushed a hand through Eve’s hair. “You’ll need to be washed and prepared. Best to do that while you’re sleeping. We’re going to spend some time together, you and I. I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Are you going to kill me now?” Ariel asked.
“No, no, indeed, your time’s still running. But I am going to do something very special.” He turned to Ariel as if pleased to be able to discuss it. “I’ve never taken the opportunity to work with two partners at the same time. And you’re proving to be so much more than I anticipated. I really believe you’re going to exceed most, if not all who came before you. But she?” He glanced back at Eve. “I’ve set the bar very high for her. The last Eve.”
“She…she looks familiar.”