J D Robb - Dallas 19 - Divided In Death Page 13

  She packed away her rage, her horror, and continued to read. It wasn't until she came to the end that she had to reach out, lay her hand on the console for balance.

  "They knew what happened. They knew I killed him. My God, they knew, and they cleaned up after me."

  "For security, my ass. To cover their own culpability."

  "It says... it says the listening devices planted were defective and shut down that night. What are the chances?" she drew a deep breath and read the section again.

  Surveillance returned at seven hundred and sixteen hours. No sound or movement recorded on premises for six hours. Assumption that subject had moved on during dark period caused field agent to risk a personal check of room. Upon entering, agent observed subject DOS. Cause of death determined to be multiple stab wounds inflicted with small kitchen knife. Female minor child could not be located on premises.

  No data on premises pertaining to Ricker or Roarke. On orders from Home, area was cleaned. Body disposal team notified.

  Minor child, female, believed to be subject's daughter, located under medical observation. Severe physical and emotional trauma. Local authorities investigating. Minor has no identification and will be assigned a social caseworker.

  Subsequently local authorities unable to identify minor child, female. Minor subject unable to remember and/or relate name or circumstances. No connection to Troy or this agency can be made. Minor subject has been absorbed by the National Agency for Minors and has been given the name Dallas, Eve.

  Case file Troy is closed.

  "Is there a file on me?"

  "Yes."

  "Did they make the connection?"

  "I didn't read it."

  "Aren't you just full of willpower?" When he didn't speak, she turned away from the screen, and took a step toward him.

  He took one back. "Someone will pay for this. Nothing will stop me. I can't kill him, though God, I've dreamed of it. But someone will pay for standing by, standing back, and letting this happen to you."

  "It won't change anything."

  "Aye, by God it will." Some part of the fury he'd held inside him since reading the reports lashed out. "There are balances, Eve. You know it. Checks and balances, that's what makes your precious justice. I'll have my own on this."

  She was cold, already so cold, but his words, the look of him now all but numbed her. "It's not going to help me to think about you going off and hunting up some spook assigned to this over twenty years ago."

  "You don't have to think about it."

  A little bubble of panic rose in her throat. "I need you focused on the work-do what you promised to do."

  He stepped around the console, up to her. His eyes were blue ice as he took her chin in his hand. "Do you think I can or will let this go?"

  "No. Do you think I can stand back and let you hunt someone down and mete out your personal sense of justice?"

  "No. So we have a problem. In the meantime, I'll give you whatever you need from me on this case. I won't fight with you over this, Eve," he said before she could speak. "And I won't ask or expect you to change your moral ground. I only ask you do the same when it comes to me."

  "I want you to remember something." Her voice wanted to shake. Her soul wanted to tremble. "I want you to think about this before you do something you can't take back."

  "I'll do what I have to do," he said flatly. "And so will you."

  "Roarke." She gripped his arms, and was afraid she could already feel him slipping away from her. "Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life. That's enough balance for me. I need you to think about that."

  "Then I will."

  "I need to get ready for the morning briefing." To think about something else-anything else. "So do you. This has to be put away for now. If you can't put it away, you're no good for me, or your friend."

  "Eve." He said it gently, as he'd loved her gently, and he brushed the tear she hadn't been aware of shedding from her cheek.

  She broke when his arms came around her. And because they did, she burrowed into him and let herself weep.

  8

  She was back in form by the time her team arrived for the briefing. Thoughts of what she'd survived in Dallas were locked away to be taken out later when she was alone, when she could stand them. When she could, she would figure out what could and couldn't be done.

  He'd kill them. She had no illusions. Left to himself, Roarke would hunt down those responsible for the nonaction directive in Dallas, and... eliminate them.

  Checks and balances.

  He would do this, unless she found the key to his rage, his sense of justice, his need to punish. His need to stand for her and to spill blood for blood for the sake of a desperate and brutalized child.

  So she had to find that key, somehow. And while she was looking for it, she was going up against one of the most powerful and self-contained organizations on or off planet.

  Her prior plans of expanding the team, of including a strong showing of hand-selected EDD men, had to be put on hold. She had an intricate little bomb on her hands. Too much shifting and passing and it would blow up in her face.

  She would keep her team as small and tight as possible.

  Feeney. She couldn't do without Feeney. He was currently chowing down on one of his favored danishes while he argued with McNab about some Arena Ball player named Snooks.

  EDD ace Ian McNab didn't look like somebody who'd get riled up about Arena Ball. Then again, he didn't look like a cop either. He was wearing purple leather-look pants, pegged tight as tourniquets at the ankles to show off his low-rider purple gel-sneaks. His shirt was purple stripes and snug enough to show off his narrow torso and bony shoulders. He'd pulled his blond hair back in a relatively simple braid that hung between his angel-wing shoulder blades, but had made up for the simplicity with a jungle of silver hoops that curved along his left ear.

  Though he had a pretty face, narrow and smooth and set off by clever green eyes, he didn't look like the type the sturdy and steady Peabody would go for. But she did, and in a big way.

  You could see what was between them in the casual way his hand brushed Peabody's knee, the way she jabbed him with her elbow when he tried to take her pastry.

  And the proof that love was in bloom when Peabody broke the pastry in half and gave it to him.

  She needed them, the three of them, and the man-her man-who sipped his coffee and waited for her to start the show.

  And once she did, she put them all at risk.

  "If everyone's finished their little coffee break, there's a little matter of a double homicide to discuss."

  "Got your EDD report there." Feeney nodded toward the disc packet he'd put on her desk. "Every one of the units-house, gallery, studio-was fried. Total corruption. I got some ideas on how to regenerate and access data, but it's not going to be easy, and it's not going to be quick. Easier and quicker with the use of some of the equipment our civilian consultant has at his disposal."

  "Then it's at yours," Roarke said and had Feeney beaming in anticipation.

  "I can have a retrieval team here in an hour, with the units. We'll set up a network and-"

  "That's not going to be possible," Eve interrupted. "I need to ask you to personally transport a sampling of the units here. Those that remain at Central will require top-level security. They have to be moved from the pen, Feeney. ASAP."

  "Dallas, electronics isn't your area, but even you should be able to figure out how long it's going to take me to work this magic on more'n a dozen units. I can't be hauling them over here a couple at a time, and without a retrieval team, six-man minimum, we're looking at days, if not weeks before we pull out anything readable."

  "It can't be helped. The nature of the investigation has changed. Information ha
s come into my hands that confirms involvement and possible participation in these murders by the Homeland Security Organization."

  There was a moment of absolute silence, then McNab's excited response. "Spooks? Oh baby, ultimately iced."

  "This isn't a vid, Detective, or some comp game where you play secret agent. Two people are dead."

  "With all respect, Lieutenant, they're dead anyway."

  Since she couldn't think of an argument for that, she ignored it. "I can't reveal how this information came to me." But she saw Feeney's glance at Roarke, the speculation and the pride in it. "If it comes down to a court order demanding my source-as it very well may-I'll lie. You need to know that up front. I'll perjure myself without hesitation, not only to protect the source, but to maintain the integrity of this investigation, and to protect Reva Ewing, who I'm convinced is innocent."

  "I like the anonymous tip myself," Feeney said easily. "Untraceable transmission of data. There's a couple of ways to set that up on your unit right here so it'll look like you got one. Should hold up against most tests."

  "That's illegal," Eve pointed out, and he smiled.

  "Just talking out loud."

  "When each of you took this case, it was on the belief it was a standard homicide investigation. It's not. You have a choice of stepping out of the investigation before I reveal the data in my possession. Once I relay it, you're stuck. And it could get pretty fucking sticky. We can't bring anyone else into this. It can't be discussed outside of secured locations. Each of us will have to be swept daily for possible bugs and that includes home, workplace, vehicles, and person. You'll be at risk, and certainly under observation."

  "Lieutenant." Peabody waited until Eve's gaze shifted to her. "If you don't know we're in, you should."

  "This isn't business as usual."

  "No, because it's ultimately iced." Peabody grinned when she said it and earned a snicker from McNab.

  Shaking her head, Eve sat on the corner of her desk. She'd known they were in, but she had to give them the out. "Blair Bissel was a level-two operative for the HSO, recruited and trained by Felicity Kade."

  "It was an HSO hit?"

  She glanced at McNab. "I haven't quite tied it all up in a bow for you, Detective. No notes," she said when he got out his book. "Nothing logged or recorded except on cleared units. Here's what I know. Bissel was in Homeland for nine years. At level two he functioned primarily as a liaison. Passing data from point to point, accessing data or accumulating intel, which he passed along to a contact. Kade generally, but not exclusively. Three years ago, Kade was assigned to Reva Ewing for the purposes of developing a relationship, a friendship."

  "Why Ewing?" Peabody asked. "Particularly."

  "They've had her under observation for a number of years, including her time with the Secret Service. This observation was beefed up after her injury, line of duty, and subsequent retirement. She was approached by a recruiter for the HSO during her recuperation, and-according to the file-was less than gracious in her refusal. As she was offered a substantial incentive package, her refusal and her subsequent employment were suspect.

  "Roarke... Industries," Eve continued, "is a hot button for the HSO. They've spent considerable time and manpower trying to tie it to espionage, without success. Reva Ewing was considered a strong candidate for information due to her personal and professional relationship with the industry's head, and her mother's position as Roarke's admin. The hope was Reva would chat about her work, her boss, her projects, and so on, and the HSO would be one up."

  "But she didn't," Feeney prompted.

  "She didn't give them what they were after, but they had a lot invested. And Felicity was committed. She brought in Bissel and set up for the long haul."

  "He married her for intel?" Peabody queried. "Sucks wide."

  "For intel," Eve agreed. "And for a stronger cover, for the additional contacts that came from her. She's still friendly with some of her associates from the Secret Service, and she has former President Foster's ear, among others. Neither Foster nor the current administration has maintained very friendly relations with the HSO, or vice versa. There's a lot of resentment, one-upmanship, a lot of secrets and backbiting."

  "I'm following all this well enough, kid," Feeney put in. "But it doesn't explain why Bissel and Kade were hit, and Ewing set up."

  "It sure as hell doesn't. So let's find out."

  She glanced at Roarke, silently passing him the ball. "The Code Red must factor into it," he began. "The units were taken out with the Doomsday worm, or a close clone of it. It's possible, though it pains me, that they've infiltrated my security at Securecomp, using Reva as their conduit. The contract came through the Global Intelligence Council, and was heatedly protested by the HSO, and a few other acronyms."

  "HSO would've wanted the contract themselves," McNab speculated. "Privatization of this kind of work put the squeeze on the budget of some of these agencies."

  "There's that," Roarke agreed.

  "Add that if they had the contract and the fee," Peabody continued, "they'd also have all pertinent intel on the Code Red in-house. They don't have to wait to be fed through channels."

  Eve nodded. "Using Reva was a way to feed."

  "Add that since Roarke Industries is considered suspect by some factions..." Roarke let that hang in the air a moment, almost as if amused. "The HSO found it expedient to focus on infiltrating and gathering data and intel-whatever came to hand-in order to attempt to build a case against the corporation. For espionage, double-dipping, tax evasion. Some such thing."

  He shrugged it off. He was-since Eve, in any case-a completely legitimate businessman. And if he wasn't, he had no doubt he'd have gotten around Homeland, just as he'd always done.

  "I'll be looking into security and plugging any potential holes, but at this point it's a bit like bricking up the hole after the rat's slipped in to nibble the cheese."

  "You can always lay out more cheese," Feeney commented.

  Roarke smiled a little. "We're of a mind there."

  "What about the worm itself?" Peabody asked. "If this was an HSO hit, and the units were corrupted, that means the HSO has the worm, or a clone. Wouldn't they be working on an extermination program and shield themselves instead of... Oh."

  "Global espionage isn't so very different from the corporate sort." Roarke picked up the pot and topped off his coffee. "If they're working on spec, or have another organization working on the protection programs, it would pay them to know what we're up to."

  "And to kill for it. Just another kind of organized crime." Peabody flushed a little. "Sorry, Free-Ager roots showing. Realistically, I know governments need covert organization to gather intelligence, to help predict terrorist attacks, to help dismantle terrorists and politically fanatic groups. But it's the fact that they don't always have to play by the rules that can corrupt the individuals that make up the whole. And that sounded just like my father."

  "It's okay, She-Body." McNab gave her knee a squeeze. "I think Free-Agers are hot."

  "If the HSO ordered the hit on Kade and Bissel," Eve continued, "they may not pay for it in the public courts. But, if they set up Reva Ewing and left her twisting in the wind, they'll pay for that. She's a citizen of New York, and that makes her ours. I'm going to speak with the commander, then I'm going to Reva Ewing and make full disclosure, unless ordered otherwise. I believe with her contacts I can work a meet with reps from the HSO. And we'll play some ball."

  When she'd completed the briefing, she started to walk out with Peabody, then stopped as if just remembering something. "Oh, Feeney, I need just another minute with you. Peabody, go on down. Put in a request with the commander's office for some time, priority one."

  "I don't expect to be more than two or three hours at Securecomp," Roarke told Feeney. "You know where everything is here. Set up however it suits you best. Summerset will be able to answer any questions you may have. I'll be back to roll up my sleeves as soon as I can. Lieutenant."


  He knew she would wince when he leaned down to kiss her. Which was only one of the reasons he couldn't resist doing so. He let her close the door behind him, and after giving it one speculative look, walked away.

  Inside, Eve rubbed her hands over her face. "I've got to ask you for a personal."

  "Okay."

  "This is... a little tricky for me."

  "I'm seeing that. We need a sit-down?"

  "No. I mean you can. I... can't. Shit." She paced away, stared hard out of the window. "I don't know how much you know about when I was a kid, and I don't want to talk about it."