In Death 19 - Imitation In Death by J.D. Robb

Author:J.D. Robb [Robb, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

Shards of glass hitting the floor had, in Eves opinion, a more interesting musical note than the continued coo of Smiths recorded voice. She doubted any of his fans would recognize him now, with all the negative energy twisting his face. His bloody hand still clenched the shattered drinking glass.

She could hear his labored breaths before he sprang to his feet. She got to her own, slowly, and prepared to deflect any assault.

But he simply threw his head back, like a great dog about to bay, and howled out for Li.

She came on the run, bare feet slapping the floor and filmy robes flapping the air.

“Oh. Carmichael! Oh, you poor thing. Youre bleeding. Should I call the doctor? Should I call an ambulance?” She patted her own cheeks in rapid tat-tats.

While tears welled in his eyes, he held out his bleeding hand. “Do something.”

“ Jesus.” Eve stepped forward, grabbed his injured hand, twisted it over to take a look at the cut. “Get a towel, some water, antiseptic, bandages. Its not deep enough to worry the MTs.”

“But his hands, his beautiful hands. Carmichael is an artist.”

“Yeah, well, hes an artist with a cut across his palm. No puncture. Peabody? Got a handkerchief?”

“Right here, Lieutenant.”

Taking it, Eve wrapped the cut while Li raced off, probably to call up a cosmetic surgeon.

“Sit down, Carmichael. Youre barely scratched.”

“You have no right, no right to come into my home and upset me this way. No right, no decency. You cant come here, upset the balance. Threaten me.”

“I dont recall threatening you, and Ive got a pretty good memory for that kind of thing. Officer Peabody, did I threaten Smith?”

“No, sir, you did not.”

“You think because I live an ordered and privileged life I dont know the darker corners.” His lips curled now, and he held his injured hand to his heart in a loose fist. “You want to extort money from me, payment to keep quiet about matters that are none of your business. Women like you always want to be paid.”

“Women like me?”

“You think youre better than men. You use your wiles or your sex to control them, to suck them dry. Youre nothing but animals. Bitches and cunts. You deserve to . . .”

“Deserve to what?” Eve prompted when he stopped himself, when she watched the war for composure rage over his face. “To suffer, to die, to pay?”

“You wont put words in my mouth.” He collapsed in the chair again, holding his hand by the wrist and rocking as if for comfort.

Li rushed back in carrying a fluffy white towel, a bottle of water, and what looked to be enough bandage to wrap an entire squadron after a bloody battle.

“Let my aide take care of it,” Eve told him. “Shes just going to mess it up, and hurt you considerably while shes at it.”

Smith nodded curtly, and turned his head away from Peabody and the blood.

“Li, please go out now. Close the door.”

“But, Carmichael . . .”

“I want you to go.”

She blinked at the slap in his voice and fled.

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