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Justice in Death---Chapter 18
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Eve waited until the last possible minute to walk into the studio where Nadine Furst’s Now was taped. She knew from experience that arriving early would mean hair and makeup and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of that. As long as she had clothes covering her body, Eve felt she was decent enough for television.
Roarke came in with her, although she was still not talking to him. He had walked into what could have been a lethal situation. The only reason it wasn’t dangerous was the fact that Kelsey Boone wasn’t living in his apartment anymore. Eve had carried the silent treatment from Boone’s apartment, back to Cop Central, and then to the TV studio. Roarke had also stopped talking, although Eve didn’t know what he had to be mad about.
Nadine pursed her gorgeous red lips at Eve in disdain over the wrinkled clothing and messy hair. Eve took a second to finger comb her hair and straighten her top. She didn’t care about the rest. There was a murderer on the loose and she had no idea how to find him. That trumped messy hair and wrinkled clothing any day of the week. Eve sat across from the table that divided Nadine from her guest and the theme song for Now played around them.
The interview took the entire hour of the show. Eve answered questions, showed the picture of Kelsey Boone, and offered a tip line for anyone who had seen him. Nadine ended the interview by showing the picture again and the phone number of the tip line. She thanked Eve for her appearance and the show ended.
“Thanks for coming,” Nadine said to Eve as the mike’s were taken off them.
“You are the best way to get Boone’s picture out there, Nadine. He’s in the wind and I don’t know where to look for him anymore.”
Once everyone was cleared, Roarke came up on stage and took Eve’s elbow. “Nice show, ladies. The producer said he’s going to keep the picture on screen for a few more minutes.” He looked down at Eve. “Home?” Instead of waiting for her answer, he directed her toward the hallway that would lead to the main exit.
“I’m going to go see Mira,” Eve stated, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
“Mira is sleeping,” Roarke said, looking around outside before he opened the main door for her. “They don’t want visitors now and you need sleep.”
“I need. . .”
“Sleep,” Roarke finished for her. “We’re ending this stupid silent treatment right now. I’m taking you home where you can get some sleep.” Roarke put her in the car and walked around to the driver’s side.
“I kind of liked the silent treatment,” Eve said, folding her arms across her chest and slumping down in the car seat.
“I didn’t,” Roarke told her and drove them home.
Eve was more tired than she wanted to admit to Roarke. She had slept, but not the sleep that normally consumed her. She undressed, slipped into a t-shirt, and climbed under the sheets Roarke was holding back for her. She wasn’t a child anymore and yet Roarke treated her as if she were. It made her want to scream.
Once Eve’s head was on the pillow, Roarke brushed back her hair and kissed her temple. “I love you, a grha. Very, very much.”
“We need to talk,” Eve yawned the words. “Your nightmares.”
Roarke nodded. “In time, darling. Sleep.”
“Love you too, Roarke,” Eve whispered before she drifted off. For some reason, she never could stay mad at him for very long.
Roarke waited until he was sure Eve was asleep to leave the bedroom. He was tired as well, but he didn’t want to sleep. Eve had wanted to talk about his nightmares, but how could he share something like that with her. He didn’t want to tell her his nightmares were of her death, her funeral, and his subsequent suicide. How could he tell the woman he loved most in the world of his hideous nightmares?
“Can you not sleep?” Summerset asked him. Roarke was nursing a brandy and glancing through some financial paperwork in the library. He hadn’t realized Summerset was still awake.
“Eve’s sleeping. I wasn’t tired.”
Summerset closed the library door behind him. “You need to sleep as much as she does. Are you afraid of your nightmares?”
Roarke closed the financial notebook and set it on the desk. He set the snifter of brandy beside it. “She’s angry with me because I walked into the apartment building where she was going to arrest Boone. I tried to stay outside, but the longer it took the more apprehensive I became. We just started talking to each other a little over an hour ago. She was competently giving me the silent treatment.”
“You should tell her of your fears. She has lived with nightmares all her life, Roarke. Perhaps, she can help you.”
Roarke studied the snifter of brandy and the firelight that danced off the glass. It had been months since Eve lived through a nightmare and he didn’t want her to go through anymore because of him.
“I’ll say goodnight, then,” Summerset spoke, without waiting for Roarke’s answer. He took the snifter of brandy with him and left the library door open.
Roarke never made a move for the bedroom.
Roarke came in with her, although she was still not talking to him. He had walked into what could have been a lethal situation. The only reason it wasn’t dangerous was the fact that Kelsey Boone wasn’t living in his apartment anymore. Eve had carried the silent treatment from Boone’s apartment, back to Cop Central, and then to the TV studio. Roarke had also stopped talking, although Eve didn’t know what he had to be mad about.
Nadine pursed her gorgeous red lips at Eve in disdain over the wrinkled clothing and messy hair. Eve took a second to finger comb her hair and straighten her top. She didn’t care about the rest. There was a murderer on the loose and she had no idea how to find him. That trumped messy hair and wrinkled clothing any day of the week. Eve sat across from the table that divided Nadine from her guest and the theme song for Now played around them.
The interview took the entire hour of the show. Eve answered questions, showed the picture of Kelsey Boone, and offered a tip line for anyone who had seen him. Nadine ended the interview by showing the picture again and the phone number of the tip line. She thanked Eve for her appearance and the show ended.
“Thanks for coming,” Nadine said to Eve as the mike’s were taken off them.
“You are the best way to get Boone’s picture out there, Nadine. He’s in the wind and I don’t know where to look for him anymore.”
Once everyone was cleared, Roarke came up on stage and took Eve’s elbow. “Nice show, ladies. The producer said he’s going to keep the picture on screen for a few more minutes.” He looked down at Eve. “Home?” Instead of waiting for her answer, he directed her toward the hallway that would lead to the main exit.
“I’m going to go see Mira,” Eve stated, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
“Mira is sleeping,” Roarke said, looking around outside before he opened the main door for her. “They don’t want visitors now and you need sleep.”
“I need. . .”
“Sleep,” Roarke finished for her. “We’re ending this stupid silent treatment right now. I’m taking you home where you can get some sleep.” Roarke put her in the car and walked around to the driver’s side.
“I kind of liked the silent treatment,” Eve said, folding her arms across her chest and slumping down in the car seat.
“I didn’t,” Roarke told her and drove them home.
Eve was more tired than she wanted to admit to Roarke. She had slept, but not the sleep that normally consumed her. She undressed, slipped into a t-shirt, and climbed under the sheets Roarke was holding back for her. She wasn’t a child anymore and yet Roarke treated her as if she were. It made her want to scream.
Once Eve’s head was on the pillow, Roarke brushed back her hair and kissed her temple. “I love you, a grha. Very, very much.”
“We need to talk,” Eve yawned the words. “Your nightmares.”
Roarke nodded. “In time, darling. Sleep.”
“Love you too, Roarke,” Eve whispered before she drifted off. For some reason, she never could stay mad at him for very long.
Roarke waited until he was sure Eve was asleep to leave the bedroom. He was tired as well, but he didn’t want to sleep. Eve had wanted to talk about his nightmares, but how could he share something like that with her. He didn’t want to tell her his nightmares were of her death, her funeral, and his subsequent suicide. How could he tell the woman he loved most in the world of his hideous nightmares?
“Can you not sleep?” Summerset asked him. Roarke was nursing a brandy and glancing through some financial paperwork in the library. He hadn’t realized Summerset was still awake.
“Eve’s sleeping. I wasn’t tired.”
Summerset closed the library door behind him. “You need to sleep as much as she does. Are you afraid of your nightmares?”
Roarke closed the financial notebook and set it on the desk. He set the snifter of brandy beside it. “She’s angry with me because I walked into the apartment building where she was going to arrest Boone. I tried to stay outside, but the longer it took the more apprehensive I became. We just started talking to each other a little over an hour ago. She was competently giving me the silent treatment.”
“You should tell her of your fears. She has lived with nightmares all her life, Roarke. Perhaps, she can help you.”
Roarke studied the snifter of brandy and the firelight that danced off the glass. It had been months since Eve lived through a nightmare and he didn’t want her to go through anymore because of him.
“I’ll say goodnight, then,” Summerset spoke, without waiting for Roarke’s answer. He took the snifter of brandy with him and left the library door open.
Roarke never made a move for the bedroom.
