Divided in Death
J. D. Robb
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“You’ll have it. He’d have to work,” she called out as Eve streamed out the door. “His art wasn’t just a cover, it couldn’t have been. It’s his passion, his escape, his ego. He’d have to have a place to work.” “Good. Keep it up. I’ll be back.” “That was well-done.” Tokimoto stepped out of the parlor, into the foyer. “I hope so. I’m not doing so well otherwise.” “You need time to adjust, to grieve, to be angry. I hope you’ll feel able to talk to me when you need someone.” “I’ve been talking
harness, impact bags.” “And would have been considerably worse without them, yes. You were treated on scene?” “Yeah.” Eve felt her insides draw up as Mira opened a medical bag. “Look, they did all the stuff. And I took a blocker, so—” “When?” “When what?” “When did you take something for pain?” “Before . . . awhile ago. A few hours,” she mumbled when leveled by Mira’s patient gaze. “I don’t like meds.” “All right, let’s see what we can do without them. I’m going to put the chair back.
it with the commander. But you know it’s going to be touchy, your connection to the suspect. If I don’t convince Commander Whitney this is a frame, he’s not going to go along, even unofficially.” “My money’s on you.” “Let’s take it a step at a time. Get Caro home.” “I will. I’m going to clear my calendar as much as possible until this is finished.” “You paying for the lawyers?” “She won’t let me.” A shadow of annoyance rippled over his face. “Neither of them will budge in that particular
word with you.” She waited until they were alone, and shook her head when he held the bag of almonds in her direction. “The . . . data we discussed before, the personal data that had come into my hands. I wanted to let you know it’s not going to be a problem. No action will be taken.” “Okay.” “I put you in a bad spot by telling you about the data, and my concerns. I shouldn’t have done that.” He folded the top of the bag, put it back in his pocket. “We go back too far for you to say that to
liaison—data’s your territory, right?—transporting same to and from sources, and using his profession as a cover. Was he ordered to marry Reva Ewing, or was that his own suggestion?” Sparrow’s face had gone to stone. “I’m not authorized to discuss—” “Then just listen. He and Kade targeted Ewing due to her contacts with government officials, and her position in the private sector at Securecomp. She was, without her knowledge, injected with an internal observation device—” “You’re going to wait