23 Survivor in Death

Author:J.D. Robb
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The house was quiet when she walked in. She'd nearly bunked at Central, would have if there wasn't a nine-year-old witness in her house. She had three cops patrolling the grounds, another three inside—a situation she imagined Roarke detested more than he would a stock market crash.

He might've built himself a fortress, but he wouldn't care to be under siege.

She checked in with all the night duties and got the all-clear before she went upstairs.

She'd thought he'd be in bed—it was closing in on three in the morning—but her house scan showed him in his office yet. She went into her own, dumped some files, then opened the connecting door to his.

She wasn't quite sure what to think when she saw the kid curled up in the spare bed Roarke must have brought out of its panel—and the man himself sitting beside her, eyes closed.

It was rare for her to see him sleep—he was so often up before her—but she didn't see how that position, with his back up against the wall, could be comfortable.

Even as she debated, he spoke. Eyes still closed. "She was restless. I took the night shift, and let her come seek me out when she woke."

"Nightmare?"

"Worse, really. She said she dreamed they were all still alive. Woke up, and they weren't." He opened his eyes now, heavy and blue. "She sat with me awhile, but was so worried about going back to her room, I put her here. She asked if I'd sit with her. Apparently we both nodded off. I've had the searches going on silent, haven't been able to check them."

"Morning's good enough, since it's only a couple hours away. What do we do with her? Can't leave her here."

"Well..." He looked over, studied Nixie. "I could try carrying her back. If she wakes up, it's your turn."

"Shit. Make sure she doesn't wake up."

He slid off the bed. "This usually works with you." He tucked his hands under her, lifted. Nixie gave a moan, stirred, and had them looking at each other in mild panic. Then her head dropped on his shoulder.

"Don't breathe," Eve said in a whisper. "Don't talk. And maybe you could sort of glide instead of walk."

He merely cocked his head, then inclined it toward the elevator.

She used manual instead of voice, held her own breath until they'd completed the trip and he was easing Nixie into bed. They backed out of the room together as if the bed contained a homemade boomer.

"When does Summerset take over?"

"Six."

"Three hours. We should be okay then."

"I sincerely hope so. I need to sleep and so do you." He rubbed a thumb on the smudges under her eyes. "Anything new?"

"Yancy's working on a sketch, but he wants to get back to it in the morning." In their bedroom, she shed her jacket, then her harness. "I need a few hours down myself. Brain's mushy. I want to be back at Central around oh-seven hundred. You get any names that look good, you can shoot them to me there.

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