Caine jumped into the driver’s side, and started the vehicle. He glanced at Eve. She was staring out her window, seemingly unfazed by what had transpired, but he could see her hands fidgeting in her lap.
“Why would you date a man like that anyway? He seems like a Neanderthal.”
Without looking at him, she answered, “At first he was really sweet. Romantic. And he’s a good cop no matter how he looks tonight.” She rubbed her mouth with her hand. “I really don’t want to talk about it with you, okay?”
“Okay.”
He turned and watched out the front windshield as the sun started to lighten the night sky.
Dawn was rapidly approaching. It wouldn’t be long before it was full and glaring down.
He could walk in the sunlight, but not for extended periods. Too much exposure gave him a sunburn from hell. Another reminder of how different Eve and he were. Day and night.
Literally.
“How about I drop you off at your lab with the laptop. You’d be more comfortable there, tracking down his real name and address, then you can phone it in to me and we can go from there.”
She swiveled in her seat and glared at him. A strong sense of hurt washed over him. He predicted her anger, but not this emotional pain.
“You can’t keep me out of this case. It’s mine just as much as it’s yours.”
“I’m not keeping you out of anything, Eve. I just thought it would be…easier if you were at your own lab.”
“Easier for whom?” She sniffed.
“I thought in order to keep incidents like the one with Detective Salinas from interfering with our case it would be best to keep our involvement separate.”
“I don’t care what Aaron has to say.” Frowning, she waved her hand around. “If I truly cared what anyone thought, I would never have volunteered. Besides, I think we’re better together than we are apart.” She pointed at the gearshift. “Now, put this sucker in drive and get us back to the lab. I want to catch this bastard.”
“Okay.”
She looked at him wryly. “Anyway, the sun’s coming up. If you turn into a pile of ashes, who’s going to drive the SUV?”
Smiling, Caine picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the button to speak with the escort vehicle. “We’re heading back to Necropolis.” Setting the communicator down, he put the SUV in Drive and pulled out onto the street. It was getting late and they had a killer to catch.
Chapter 11
B efore Caine and Eve could step through the door to Caine’s office, Baron Laal Bask was stalking down the hallway toward them, a maniacal expression on his pinched, pale face.
“Caine, we need to have a little talk.” He brushed by them both and stormed into Caine’s office.
The smell of fury, like the sulfur from a lit match, wafted to Caine’s nose. This was obviously not going to be a pleasant conversation.
Turning to Eve, he said, “Why don’t you set up in the analysis room?”
“Okay…” She hesitated, as if wanting to say more.
“I’ll be there when I can.”
After a brief nod, she made her way down the hall. When she was gone, Caine took a deep breath and crossed the threshold to his office.
“What’s up, Laal?”
The baron whirled around on Caine, his eyes glowing like twin headlights. “Are you mad?”
Caine brushed past him, set his kit down beside his desk and sat in his high-backed leather chair. “Not that I’m aware of.”
Laal leaned over the desk and pointed his long, bony finger at Caine. “You assaulted a detective. And a human one at that.”