In Death 38 - Indulgence 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

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t first, she thought the lion gnawing greedily on her leg woke her— which was bad enough. But when she struggled through the surface of the dream, her communicator sent out its sharp, insistent beep.

“Fuck. Just fuck.”

Roarke’s hand ran up and down her arm in comfort as she pushed up in bed. He ordered lights on at ten percent.

“Block video,” she said as she snatched the communicator from the night

table. “Dallas.”

Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve.

As Dispatch ordered her to report to the house on the Upper East Side,

relayed the basics, she shifted to sit on the side of the bed, dropped her head in her

hands. And acknowledged.

“Before you beat yourself up,” Roarke told her, “tell me what else you could

have done.”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. If I knew what else I could’ve done, I’d’ve

done it. Then I wouldn’t be going to look at a body.” She scrubbed her hands over

her face before she lifted her head. “And I guess I knew I would be.” “You’re tired, and you’re pissed off. I’m right there with you. We haven’t

had a decent night’s sleep since we got back from holiday.” He raked a hand

through his hair as he shoved himself up to sit. “I had a dream there was a bloody

lion prowling through the house looking for a handy snack.”

She turned her head, pointed at him. “He found it. I had a dream the bitch

was chowing down on my leg.” And for some odd reason, the solidarity of their

unconsciouses made her feel better. “I’ve got to grab a quick shower, clear my

head. Fucking lions.”

“I want one, too. The shower, that is, not the fucking lion.”

She slitted her eyes at him.

“Please. I think I can resist you. This once. I’ll go with you. Your scene’s not

far.”

“We barely clocked three hours down,” she pointed out. “You can go back to

sleep. You’re not—”

But he was already sliding out of bed. “I’ll be your Peabody until the real one

gets there. She’s a lot farther to go than we do.”

She dragged a hand through her hair, considered. “I could use a Peabody

until Peabody shows up. And some freaking coffee.”

“Then let’s get moving.”

When they went downstairs fifteen minutes later, Summerset stood, dressed

in his habitual and spotless black suit. Eve wondered if he slept in it, like a

vampire in a coffin. But she refrained from saying so as he held a tray with two

go-cups of coffee and a bag that smelled like cinnamon bagels.

“Perhaps, at some point in the future, the two of you might consider actually

living here.”

“In this dump?” Eve snagged a coffee before he could change his mind. Roarke took the other coffee and the bag. “Thank you. If you’d contact Caro.

She can handle the eight o’clock holo. I’ll be in touch with her if anything else

needs to be shifted.”

“Of course. Perhaps I should suggest she put ‘police assistant’ on your

official bio.”

“Well, that’s just mean.”

But Eve grinned widely as she walked out the door, and glanced back at

Summerset, and the cat who squatted at his feet. “Thanks.”

Her vehicle was, as expected, waiting.

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