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uncomplimentary. "No, I did not kill Cicely."
"Can you tell me your whereabouts on the night of her death?"
She could see his jaw tense and noticed the control it took for him to relax it again, but his eyes never flickered. She imagined he could stare a hole through steel.
"I was at home in my townhouse from eight o'clock on."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"Did you see or speak with anyone who can verify that?"
"No. I have two domestics, and both were out on their night off, which was why I was home. I wanted quiet and privacy for an evening."
"You made no calls, received none during the evening?"
"I received a call at about three A. M. from Commander Whitney informing me of my wife's death. I was in bed, alone, when the call came in."
"Mr. Angelini, your ex-wife was in a West End dive at one o'clock in the morning. Why?"
"I haven't any idea. No idea at all."
Later, when Eve stepped into the glass tube to descend, she beeped Feeney. "I want to know if Marco Angelini was in any kind of financial squeeze, and how much that squeeze would have loosened at his ex-wife's sudden death."
"You smell something, Dallas?"
"Something," she muttered. "I just don't know what."
CHAPTER FIVE
Eve stumbled into her apartment at nearly one A. M. Her head was ringing. Mavis's idea of dinner on her night off had been to take in a rival club. Already aware she would pay for the evening's entertainment in the morning, Eve stripped on the way to the bedroom.
At least the evening out with Mavis had pushed the Towers case out of her mind. Eve might have worried she had no mind left, but she was too exhausted to think about it.
She fell naked and facedown on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
Eve woke, violently aroused.
It was Roarke's hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded into her throat as his mouth covered hers. His was greedy, hot, giving her no choice, really no choice at all but to respond in kind. Even as she fumbled for him, those long, clever fingers pierced her, diving into her so that she bowed up into the frenzy of orgasm.
His mouth on her breast, sucking, teeth scraping. His elegant hands relentless so that her cries came out in whimpers of shock and gratitude. Another staggering climax to layer thick over the first.
Her hands sought purchase in the tangled sheets, but nothing could anchor her. As she flew up again, she gripped him, nails scraping down his back, up to grab handfuls of his hair.
"God!" It was the single coherent word she managed as he plunged into her, so hard, so deep she was amazed she didn't die from the pleasure of it. Her body bucked helplessly, frantically, continued to shudder even after he'd collapsed on her.
He let out a long, satisfied sigh and lazily nuzzled her ear. "Sorry to wake you."
"Roarke? Oh, was that you?"
He bit her.
She smiled quietly in the dark. "I didn't think you'd be back until tomorrow."
"I got lucky. Then I followed your trail into the bedroom."
"I was out with Mavis. We went to a place called Armageddon. My hearing's starting to come back." She stroked his back, yawned hugely. "It's not morning, is it?"
"No." Recognizing the weariness in her voice, he shifted, gathered her close against him, and kissed her temple. "Go to sleep, Eve."
"Okay." She obliged him in less than ten seconds.
He woke at first light and left her curled in the middle of the bed. In the kitchen, he programmed the AutoChef for coffee and a toasted bagel. The bagel was stale, but that was to be expected. Making himself at home, he sat by the kitchen monitor and skimmed through the paper to the financial section.
He couldn't concentrate.
He was trying not to resent the fact that she'd chosen her bed over their bed. Or what he wanted her to think of as their bed. He didn't begrudge her the need for personal space; he understood well the need for privacy. But his house was large enough that she could have appropriated an entire wing for herself if
"Can you tell me your whereabouts on the night of her death?"
She could see his jaw tense and noticed the control it took for him to relax it again, but his eyes never flickered. She imagined he could stare a hole through steel.
"I was at home in my townhouse from eight o'clock on."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"Did you see or speak with anyone who can verify that?"
"No. I have two domestics, and both were out on their night off, which was why I was home. I wanted quiet and privacy for an evening."
"You made no calls, received none during the evening?"
"I received a call at about three A. M. from Commander Whitney informing me of my wife's death. I was in bed, alone, when the call came in."
"Mr. Angelini, your ex-wife was in a West End dive at one o'clock in the morning. Why?"
"I haven't any idea. No idea at all."
Later, when Eve stepped into the glass tube to descend, she beeped Feeney. "I want to know if Marco Angelini was in any kind of financial squeeze, and how much that squeeze would have loosened at his ex-wife's sudden death."
"You smell something, Dallas?"
"Something," she muttered. "I just don't know what."
CHAPTER FIVE
Eve stumbled into her apartment at nearly one A. M. Her head was ringing. Mavis's idea of dinner on her night off had been to take in a rival club. Already aware she would pay for the evening's entertainment in the morning, Eve stripped on the way to the bedroom.
At least the evening out with Mavis had pushed the Towers case out of her mind. Eve might have worried she had no mind left, but she was too exhausted to think about it.
She fell naked and facedown on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
Eve woke, violently aroused.
It was Roarke's hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded into her throat as his mouth covered hers. His was greedy, hot, giving her no choice, really no choice at all but to respond in kind. Even as she fumbled for him, those long, clever fingers pierced her, diving into her so that she bowed up into the frenzy of orgasm.
His mouth on her breast, sucking, teeth scraping. His elegant hands relentless so that her cries came out in whimpers of shock and gratitude. Another staggering climax to layer thick over the first.
Her hands sought purchase in the tangled sheets, but nothing could anchor her. As she flew up again, she gripped him, nails scraping down his back, up to grab handfuls of his hair.
"God!" It was the single coherent word she managed as he plunged into her, so hard, so deep she was amazed she didn't die from the pleasure of it. Her body bucked helplessly, frantically, continued to shudder even after he'd collapsed on her.
He let out a long, satisfied sigh and lazily nuzzled her ear. "Sorry to wake you."
"Roarke? Oh, was that you?"
He bit her.
She smiled quietly in the dark. "I didn't think you'd be back until tomorrow."
"I got lucky. Then I followed your trail into the bedroom."
"I was out with Mavis. We went to a place called Armageddon. My hearing's starting to come back." She stroked his back, yawned hugely. "It's not morning, is it?"
"No." Recognizing the weariness in her voice, he shifted, gathered her close against him, and kissed her temple. "Go to sleep, Eve."
"Okay." She obliged him in less than ten seconds.
He woke at first light and left her curled in the middle of the bed. In the kitchen, he programmed the AutoChef for coffee and a toasted bagel. The bagel was stale, but that was to be expected. Making himself at home, he sat by the kitchen monitor and skimmed through the paper to the financial section.
He couldn't concentrate.
He was trying not to resent the fact that she'd chosen her bed over their bed. Or what he wanted her to think of as their bed. He didn't begrudge her the need for personal space; he understood well the need for privacy. But his house was large enough that she could have appropriated an entire wing for herself if
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