"I'm going to squeeze Piper, so I can't take you with me. If you leave the building, either of you, you leave together." She rose. "If he hasn't picked out number five by now, he's looking. I want you both where I can find you."
"Relax, She-Body," McNab sneered as Eve headed out. "I'm a professional."
"Bite me."
Though Eve managed to swallow a chuckle at her aide's use of her own standard response to annoyances, she didn't quite make it over McNab's cheerful, "Where?"
Eve's timing was well calculated. If Rudy's lawyer had any brains, he'd have his client in some locked room being prompted on the upcoming tests. She had, she decided, at least an hour to rattle Piper before she had to get back to Central for the press conference.
This time, the receptionist didn't bother to stall, but simply cleared her through.
"Lieutenant." Pale, hollow-eyed, Piper stood at the doorway of the office. "My lawyer informs me that I'm not under any obligation to speak with you, and advises me against it unless it's in formal interview with my counsel present."
"You can play it that way, Piper. We can go in right now, or we can stay here, be comfortable, and you can tell me why Rudy didn't want you dealing with Donnie Ray Michael."
"That was nothing." Distress shimmered into her voice as she linked her hands. "That was nothing at all. You can't make anything bad out of it."
"Fine. Why don't you just clear it up for me so we can put it away?"
Without waiting for an invitation, Eve slipped into the room and took a chair. She waited, saying nothing, and let the little war so obvious on Piper's face play out.
"It was just that Donnie Ray had a little crush on me. That's all. It was nothing. It was harmless."
"Then why the staff memos?"
"It was just a precaution. To avoid any… unpleasantness."
"Is there often unpleasantness?"
"No!" Piper shut the door and hurried over. There were spots of agitated color in her cheeks. The silvery hair had been twisted back today, leaving her face unframed, adding a contrast of sophistication and fragility.
"No, not at all. We're dedicated to helping people find pleasantness, in companionship, romance, often marriage. Lieutenant…" She steepled her hands, folded the fingers down. "I could show you dozens of endorsements from satisfied clients. From people we helped to find each other. Love, true love, matters."
Eve kept her eyes level. "You believe in true love, Piper?"
"Absolutely, completely."
"What would you do for your true love, to keep him?"
"Whatever I had to do."
"Tell me about Donnie Ray."
"He asked me out, a couple of times. He wanted me to hear him play." She sighed, then seemed to melt into a chair. "He was just a boy, Lieutenant. He wasn't… It wasn't the way it was with Holloway. But Rudy felt, rightly so, that in order to fulfill our obligation to him as a client, it would be best if contact with me was eliminated."
"Were you interested in hearing Donnie Ray play?"
A smile ghosted around her mouth. "I might have enjoyed that, if that was all. But it was clear that he had hopes for more. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I can't bear to bruise a heart."
"And what about yours? How does your relationship with your brother sit on your heart?"
"I can't – won't discuss that with you." She sat straight again, folded her hands.
"Who made the decision that you'd be sterilized, Piper?"
"You go too far."
"Do I? You're twenty-eight years old." She pushed because she'd seen Piper's lips tremble. "And you've eliminated the chance to have children because you can't risk conceiving one with your own brother. You've been in therapy for years. You've been cut off from developing a relationship with another man. You conceal the relationship you do have, paid a blackmailer to insure it continued to be concealed because incest is a dark and shameful secret."
"You can't possibly understand."
"Oh yes, I can." But she'd been forced, Eve reminded herself. She'd been a child. She'd had no choice. "I know what you're living with."
"I love him! If it's wrong, if it's shameful, if it's wretched, that doesn't change. He's my life."
"Then why are you afraid?" Eve leaned forward. "Why are you so afraid that you'll cover for him even when you wonder if he's killed? Anything for true love? You let Holloway prey on your clients, and that makes you the same as a pimp for an unlicensed whore."
"No, we did our best to find him like-minded women."
"And when you didn't, and they complained, you paid them off," Eve finished. "Is that what you wanted to do, or was it Rudy?"
"It was business. Rudy understands the business better than me."
"Is that how you live with it? Or maybe neither one of you could live with it anymore. Was he with you the night Donnie Ray was killed? Can you look at me and swear he was with you all that night?"
"Rudy couldn't hurt anyone. He couldn't."
"Are you so sure, so sure, you'll risk another death? If not tonight, then tomorrow."
"Whoever is killing these people is insane – vicious, cruel, and insane. If I thought it could be Rudy, I couldn't live. We're part of each other, so it would be in me the way it's in him. I couldn't live." She covered her face with her hands. "I can't stand any more of this. I won't talk to you. If you accuse Rudy, you accuse me, and I won't talk to you."
Eve rose, but paused by the chair for a moment. "You're not half of a whole, Piper, whatever he's told you. If you want a way out, I know someone who can help you."
Though she felt it was a useless attempt, she took one of her own cards and noted Dr. Mira's name and number on the back. She left it on the arm of the chair and walked away.
Her emotions were in upheaval when she got into her car. She took a moment to settle them, then glanced at her wrist unit. Not much time, she mused, but enough.
She used her personal porta-'link rather than her car unit and tagged Nadine.
"What do you want, Dallas? I'm under the gun here. The press conference is in an hour."
"Meet me at the D and D, bring your crew. Fifteen minutes."
"I can't – "
"Yeah, you can." Eve broke transmission and drove downtown.
She'd picked the Down and Dirty Club partly for sentiment, partly because it would be fairly private on a midweek afternoon. And the proprietor was a friend who would see that she wasn't hassled.
"What you doing here, white girl?" Crack, all six and a half feet of him, grinned at her. His face was dark and homely, his scalp recently shaved and oiled to a mirror gleam. He sported a vest of peacock feathers, leathers so snug she wondered his balls weren't bruised, and shin-breaking boots in cherry red.
"Got a meet," she told him and did a quick scan of the club. It was mostly empty, but for the six dancers practicing a routine on stage and a scatter of customers who – being what they were – marked her as a cop in the time it takes to pick a tourist's pocket in Times Square.
She imagined several ounces of illegals would shortly be swimming into New York's sewer system.
"You bringing more cops into my place?" He glanced over as two skinny dealers made a beeline for the Johns. "Somebody's business gonna suffer tonight."
"I'm not here for a bust. I got press coming. Got a privacy room we can use?"
"You got Nadine coming down? Now, she be fine. You use room three, honeypot. I look out for you awhile."
"Appreciate it." She glanced over her shoulder as the door opened, letting in sunlight, Nadine, and a camera operator. "It won't take long."
Eve pointed toward the room and strode over and in without waiting for Nadine's assent.
"You frequent such interesting places, Dallas." Wrinkling her nose, Nadine stared at the stained walls and rumpled bed – the only piece of furniture the room could boast.
"You liked the place well enough, as I recall. Enough to strip down to your undies and dance on stage."