Read Vengeance in Death Online
Authors: J. D. Robb
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #General, #Mystery & Detective, #Women detectives, #New York (N.Y.), #Women Sleuths, #Mystery Fiction, #Romantic suspense fiction, #Suspense, #Mystery, #Police Procedural, #Political, #Policewomen, #Detective, #Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, #Fiction - Mystery, #Mystery & Detective - Police Procedural, #Mystery And Suspense Fiction, #Mystery & Detective - General, #Crime & mystery, #Policewomen - New York (State) - New York, #Dallas; Eve (Fictitious Character), #Women Detectives - New York (State) - New York
Vengeance in Death (30 page)
“Wait —” Instinctively Eve stepped between, and took the hit.
The jolt sizzling through her nervous system dropped her. Her body forgot how to breathe, her eyes forgot how to see. Even pain was gone. She never felt him kick her, bruising ribs as he screamed and cursed and stormed through the room.
“You try to spoil everything. Everything!” He ranted as he shoved over a table and its beautiful old Ming vase. “Cheater. Whore. Sinner. Even your weapon’s inferior. Look at this — pitiful. You have to manually increase power. Just as well, just as well, why kill you all at once?”
“She needs a doctor,” Summerset said. His breath was ragged, his arms and wrists raw and trembling from struggling with his bonds. “She needs medical attention.”
“I could have been a doctor, the way my uncle wanted, but it wasn’t God’s plan. My mother knew that. She knew that. My father loved me, he provided for me. Then he was taken from us. Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord. I am his vengeance.”
Shuddering with pain, Eve rolled onto her side. If she was going to die, by Christ she would have the last word. “You’re nothing but a pathetic and defective tool used by a woman who cared more about herself than her own son. Now both of you are going to spend the rest of your lives in a cage.”
“God will show me a sign. He’ll direct my path.” Liam walked over and stood above her, weapon aimed down and on full power. “As soon as I send you to Hell.”
Eve kept her eyes open and kicked upward with what strength she had left. The blow caught him at the knees, sent him staggering back. She pushed herself up, hoping for one last grab at the weapon. But the whine of a stunner came from the doorway, shooting Liam back against the wall.
His body jittered in a death dance she’d seen before. The nervous system went into overdrive, sent the dying body shaking like a puppet, then shut down.
He was sliding to the floor when Roarke rushed across the room.
“Game over,” Eve said dully. “Amen.”
“Oh God, Eve, look at you. You’re a mess.”
Little white dots circled in front of her eyes so that she barely saw Roarke face as he dropped beside her. “I almost had him.”
“Of course.” Even as he gathered her up, rocked her, she fainted. “Of course you did.”
When she came to she was on the sofa, with Summerset efficiently treating her arm. “Get the hell away from me.”
“This needs tending. You’re badly injured, but Roarke seems to believe you’ll be more cooperative here than at a health center.”
“I have to call this in.”
“Another few moments won’t matter. The boy won’t be less dead.”
She closed her eyes, too tired and battered to argue. Her side was screaming, and whatever Summerset was doing to her arm was just one more small torture.
His hands were as gentle as a mother’s with an infant, but he knew he hurt her. “You saved my life. You stepped in front of me. Why?”
“It’s my job, don’t take it personally. It wasn’t set on full power anyway. Oh shit.” The moan escaped her clenched teeth. “Ten years I’ve been a cop. First time I took a stunner hit full body. Christ, it really hurts, everywhere, all at once. Where’s Roarke?”
“He’ll be right here.” Instinctively he stroked her hair back from her damp face. “Don’t squirm. It’ll only cause you more discomfort.”
“Nothing could.” She opened her eyes again, looked into his. “I fired the weapon that killed Liam Calhoun. I fired it before Roarke came in. Do you understand?”
Summerset studied her for a long moment. Pain swam in her eyes, must have been screaming through her system. But she thought of Roarke. “Yes, Lieutenant. I understand.”
“No, you didn’t kill him,” Roarke corrected. “Summerset, I expect you to give a clear and truthful statement. You’re not going through Testing for this, Eve. Not for this. Here, you need to sit up a bit to drink this.”
“You shouldn’t have had the weapon. It’ll complicate — Where did you get the weapon?”
“You gave it to me.” He smiled as he eased her up, his arm supporting her neck. “Your clinch piece. I never gave it back.”
“I forgot.”
“I hardly think the authorities are going to give me any trouble about it. Drink this.”
“What is it? I don’t want it.”
“Don’t be such a baby. It’s just a soother — mild, I promise. It’ll help the pain.”
“No, I —” She choked a bit when Roarke simply poured some of the tranq down her throat. “I have to call this in.”
Roarke sighed. “Summerset, would you contact Commander Whitney and tell him what’s happened here tonight?”
“Yes.” He hesitated, then gathered up the bloody cloth. “I’m very obliged to you, Lieutenant, and I regret that you were injured performing your duties.”
When he walked out she pursed her lips. “I’ll have to get blasted more often. He didn’t even sneer at me.”
“He told me what happened. And that you’re the most courageous and foolish woman he’s ever known. At the moment, I have to agree.”
“Yeah, well, we lived. I’ll take the rest of that soother now that he’s gone. The arm’s some better, but my side’s killing me.”
“You took a kick.” Gently, Roarke lifted her higher so that he could sit down with her resting against him. “My brave and foolish cop. I love you.”
“I know. He was only nineteen.”
“Evil isn’t the exclusive territory of adults.”
“No.” She closed her eyes as the pain eased away toward numbness. “I wanted to take him alive. You wanted him dead. He swung the tide in your favor.” She turned her head. “You’d have killed him anyway.”
“Do you want me to deny it?” He lowered his lips to her brow. “Justice, Eve, is weak and thin without the underpinning of retribution.”
She sighed, rested her head, closed her eyes again. “What the hell are we doing together anyway?”
“Leading lives that are often too interesting. Darling Eve, I wouldn’t change a moment.”
She looked around the wreckage of the lovely room, at the wasted boy on the floor. And felt Roarke’s lips brush over her hair. “Me either.”
The End