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In Death 02 - Glory in Death

In Death 02 - Glory in Death

Titel: In Death 02 - Glory in Death
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his eyes hot enough to burn. There was blood soaking his elegant dinner jacket.
    "You're a goddamn mess," she managed.
    "You should look at yourself." His breathing was labored, and he knew from experience that he would feel every miserable bruise and scrape later. "Don't you know it's rude to leave a party without making your excuses?"
    Legs trembling with reaction, she took a step toward him, then stopped, swallowing the sob that was bubbled in her throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry. God, are you hurt?"
    She launched herself at him, all but burrowing when he caught her close. "Did he cut you? Are you cut?" She yanked back, began to fumble at his clothes.
    "Eve." He jerked her chin up, steadied it. "You're bleeding badly."
    "He caught me a couple times." She swiped a hand under her nose. "It's not bad." But Roarke was already using a square of Irish linen from his pocket to staunch and wrap the arm wound. "And it's my job." She took a deep breath, felt the black edges around her vision creeping back until she could see clearly. "Where are you cut?"
    "It's his blood," Roarke said calmly. "Not mine."
    "His blood." She nearly wobbled again, forced her knees to lock. "You're not hurt?"
    "Nothing major." Concerned, he angled her head back to examine the shallow slice along her collarbone, the rapidly swelling eye. "You need a medic, Lieutenant."
    "In a minute. Let me ask you something."
    "Ask away." Having nothing else, he tore part of his ripped sleeve to dab at the blood on her shoulder.
    "Do I come charging into one of your board rooms when you're having trouble with a business deal?"
    His eyes flicked to hers. Some of the fierceness died out of them into what was almost a smile. "No, Eve, you don't. I don't know what got into me."
    "It's okay." Since there was nowhere else to put it, she jabbed her weapon onto her lower back where she'd fixed it with adhesive. "This once," she murmured and caught his face in her hands, "it's okay. It's okay. I was scared when I couldn't get past you for a shot. I thought he would kill you before I could stop him."
    "Then you should understand the feeling." Giving her a supporting arm around the waist, they began to limp off. After a moment, Eve realized she was limping primarily because she'd lost a shoe. Hardly breaking stride, she stepped out of the other. Then she spotted lights up ahead.
    "Cops?"
    "I imagine. I ran into Nadine as she was stumbling along the path toward the main gate. He'd given her a pretty rough time, but she'd pulled it together enough to tell me which direction you'd gone off in."
    "I could probably have dealt with the bastard on my own," Eve murmured, recovered enough to worry about it. "But you sure handled yourself, Roarke. You got a real knack for hand to hand."
    Neither of them mentioned how the knife had come to be planted in Morse's throat.
    She saw Feeney in the circle of light, near the camera, with a dozen other cops. He merely shook his head and signaled for the medteam. Nadine was already on a stretcher, pale as wax.
    "Dallas." She lifted a hand, let it fall. "I blew it."
    Eve leaned over as one of the medics dispensed with Roarke's first aid on her arm and began his own. "He pumped you full of chemicals."
    "I blew it," Nadine repeated, as the stretcher lifted toward a medunit. "Thanks for the rest of my life."
    "Yeah." She turned away, sat heavily on the cushioned support in the triage area. "You got something for my eye?" she asked. "It's throbbing bad."
    "Going to be black," she was told cheerfully as an ice gel was laid over it.
    "There's good news. No hospitals," she said, firm. The medic just clucked his tongue and began work on cleaning and closing her wounds.
    "Sorry about the dress." She smiled up at Roarke and fingered a tattered sleeve. "It didn't hold up very well." Getting to her feet, she brushed the fussing medic aside. "I'm going to need to go back and change, then go in to file my report." She looked steadily into his eyes. "It's too bad Morse rolled on his knife. The PA's office would have loved to bring him to trial." She held out a hand, then examined the raw knuckles of Roarke's and shook her head. "Did you howl?"
    "I beg your pardon?"
    She chuckled, leaned on him as they headed out of the park. "All in all, it was a hell of a party."
    "Hmm. We'll have others. But there's one thing."
    "Hmm?" She flexed her fingers, relieved that they seemed to be back in full working order. The MTs knew their stuff.
    "I want you to marry me."
    "Uh-huh.
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