really wanted the tub, and figured the sooner she got the ice portion over and done, the sooner she’d get what she wanted. Plus it felt good to stretch out on the bed, at least once she’d adjusted for throbs and twinges.
Roarke came back, knelt on the bed beside her. “Why were you in that area?”
“Something Feeney said, so I wanted to get the feel from some of the suspects’ exes. Exes may say it all ended friendly, no problem, but they’re usually ready to serve the guy up to whoever asks for a slice.”
She started to protest when cold met her aching butt, then the relief eked through. Maybe ice wasn’t so bad.
“And you got the slice?”
“Yeah, on Carter Young-Sachs. He fits Mira’s profile, and my sense of the type who’d arrange a killing on impulse. Then again, he’s not the only one. I was telling Peabody to hit up a couple more of the exes, and I’d go by and take another pass at the WIN Group, and the asshole tries to stun me. In the back. Cowardly fuckhead.”
Roarke’s hands paused. “He fired at you, on the High Line?”
“No, he fired at me below the High Line.” And she realized, belatedly, she’d just told her husband she’d been fired on, without any kind of preparation. “I heard the whine of the stream—not sure why—and felt this thudding between my shoulder blades. So your most excellent still-in-development anti-stun material has now been field tested.”
She held up a thumb, gave it a jerk up.
“That’s desperation,” she continued. “And more impulse and stupidity. Firing a stream at a couple of cops in the middle of the Meat Packing District, with people swarming everywhere. It was a damn good shot, which tells me it’s not the first time he’s fired a stunner, which tells me—since there’s no way he’s a pro and has weapons illegal to civilians at his disposal, he’s been on the job, in the military, or part of a paramilitary deal. Possibly he’s got a collector’s license, but I’m leaning toward military. Former, and currently in the employ of one of my bigwigs as security or personal bodyguard. Something along those lines.”
She heard the hum of a healing wand, felt the mild pressure.
“Stunning you wouldn’t have accomplished anything. He’d need to finish it.”
“Yeah. I caught the movement, mostly just the movement. He’d have hit Peabody next, and she doesn’t have the magic lining. I tackled her. We both probably have some bruises from that now that I think of it. When I rolled over and up, I didn’t get a solid look again. All those people. But again, my sense is he was moving in, figuring I took her down when I fell from the stun. He’d just need to get to us, take us both out at point-blank, and get gone. Sloppy, brash and sloppy. But he thought fast, moved fast. I’m not sure I’d have caught him even without the flying toddler.”
“Security cameras must have captured him. You must have his face.”
“Not so much. Ski cap, sunshades, scarf. And he kept his head down. He’s not a complete idiot. We sent what we’ve got in, and they’ll run facial recognition. If he was in the military or on the job, we could get lucky with that. I’ve got some basics—he’s a big guy, about six four, two bucks-fifty. Strong build. Strong. I really think he played some ball. Arena Ball or football. So it’s another angle to poke at. He could’ve snapped the vic’s neck. He’s got the muscle for it.”
“And as he’d attempt to kill two cops in broad daylight, in a crowded area, the nerve and the lack of, let’s say, moral center. Turn over now, let’s see what I can do about those pretty breasts.”
“They’ve been prettier.”
“Still mine,” he murmured, gently kissing both when she turned.
“Attached to me.”
“I take a dim view of someone who’d bruise my wife’s pretty breasts.”
“You’re saying it like that to get a rise out of me.”
“You do happen to be my wife,” he reminded her, and used a gentle hand with the cold pack. “And they are very pretty breasts.”
“Chuckie had a head like a brick.” But she smiled. “It feels better. Why don’t you lose all those clothes so I’m not naked all by myself?”
He gave her bad shoulder a little poke, made her hiss.
“That was mean.”
“And why I’m not naked.”
He put another cold pack on the shoulder. It hurt, she realized, but she supposed in a good