Eve coming toward them, she squeezed a hand on Kiki’s arm to silence her, and started forward. “Lieutenant, can I help you?”
“I’d like to speak to Rodney.”
“He’s not back from his break.” She checked her wrist unit. “He should be only a few more minutes. He’s very prompt.”
“Okay, I’ll take Dr. Pratt.”
“He’s still with a patient. I can’t—”
“I’ll keep it short. I’m sure we’ll all be happy when this is done. Before you interrupt him, what time did you leave last night?”
“Me? Ah, just after five.”
“Was Ava still here?”
“No, she’d just left. I, ah, scooted her along, actually, so she could get ready for her date. I closed up last night.”
“You were the last to leave?”
“That’s right.”
“And where did you go?”
“I went home. I, ah, walked home, changed, had some dinner.”
“You didn’t go out again?”
“No.”
“Make or receive any calls, have any visitors?”
“No, it was a quiet night. Lieutenant, I have patients myself.”
“Okay. I’ve only got a couple more staff members, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
Eve stepped back into Slone’s office. Collins, Burke, and Kiki, she thought, were top of her suspect list. She scanned Silas Pratt’s data, but he didn’t keep her waiting long.
He strode in, a sharply handsome man with an air of confidence. His eyes were a laser blast of blue, and she could admit they gave her a jolt. When he offered his hand she allowed herself to think just that: Here’s a great-looking man with killer eyes.
He smiled at her. “Lieutenant, I’m Silas Pratt.”
Her heart pumped a little harder as he squeezed her hand. She felt the probe of his gaze, and yes, of his power, like heat along her brain. “Have a seat, Dr. Pratt,” she said and removed her hand from his.
“Can you tell me if you have any leads? Other than Jack. No one who knows him will believe Jack did this to our Ava.”
“You’ve only known him a couple of weeks.”
“That’s true. Peter recruited him, but I like to think I’m a good judge of character. What they’re saying was done to Ava, well, it’s monstrous, isn’t it? And to someone so young, so vibrant.”
Now he did sit, and passed a hand over those potent eyes. “I thought of her almost as a daughter.”
“You don’t have children. According to your official data.”
“No. But it was easy to feel a paternal kind of affection for Ava.”
“I don’t want to intrude any longer than necessary.” And she wanted out, Eve admitted. There was a heat in the room now, a kind of singeing of the air. “When did you leave yesterday?”
“About quarter to five. Ava was getting ready to leave, I remember. Leah was shooing her out. She and Jack—well, you know about all that.”
“Yes. Did you approve of that? One of your doctors dating your office manager.”
He looked surprised by the question, even bemused. “They were both adults—and frankly, they seemed besotted with each other from the first minute.”
“Where did you go when you left?”
“Home to change. My wife and I had a small dinner party last evening. A few friends.”
“I apologize, but it’s routine. I’ll need the names and contact numbers.”
“Of course.” He smiled at her. “No apology necessary.” And he gave her six names. She thanked him, dismissed him. Then added those names to her list of suspects.
Eight
Roarke arranged lunch for himself and Isis in the owner’s suite of the hotel, and passed the forty minutes eating food that didn’t interest him while making polite small talk with a witch.
“When’s the last time you slept?” Isis asked him.
“I suppose it’s been about thirty-two hours now. She’ll push herself until she drops, you see. Eve.”
“And you relax and recreate?”
“More often than she. But no, in this case, in this particular case, I suppose we’ll both push. Her time’s up, so if you’ve finished, I’ll take you to
“I’d like to speak to Rodney.”
“He’s not back from his break.” She checked her wrist unit. “He should be only a few more minutes. He’s very prompt.”
“Okay, I’ll take Dr. Pratt.”
“He’s still with a patient. I can’t—”
“I’ll keep it short. I’m sure we’ll all be happy when this is done. Before you interrupt him, what time did you leave last night?”
“Me? Ah, just after five.”
“Was Ava still here?”
“No, she’d just left. I, ah, scooted her along, actually, so she could get ready for her date. I closed up last night.”
“You were the last to leave?”
“That’s right.”
“And where did you go?”
“I went home. I, ah, walked home, changed, had some dinner.”
“You didn’t go out again?”
“No.”
“Make or receive any calls, have any visitors?”
“No, it was a quiet night. Lieutenant, I have patients myself.”
“Okay. I’ve only got a couple more staff members, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
Eve stepped back into Slone’s office. Collins, Burke, and Kiki, she thought, were top of her suspect list. She scanned Silas Pratt’s data, but he didn’t keep her waiting long.
He strode in, a sharply handsome man with an air of confidence. His eyes were a laser blast of blue, and she could admit they gave her a jolt. When he offered his hand she allowed herself to think just that: Here’s a great-looking man with killer eyes.
He smiled at her. “Lieutenant, I’m Silas Pratt.”
Her heart pumped a little harder as he squeezed her hand. She felt the probe of his gaze, and yes, of his power, like heat along her brain. “Have a seat, Dr. Pratt,” she said and removed her hand from his.
“Can you tell me if you have any leads? Other than Jack. No one who knows him will believe Jack did this to our Ava.”
“You’ve only known him a couple of weeks.”
“That’s true. Peter recruited him, but I like to think I’m a good judge of character. What they’re saying was done to Ava, well, it’s monstrous, isn’t it? And to someone so young, so vibrant.”
Now he did sit, and passed a hand over those potent eyes. “I thought of her almost as a daughter.”
“You don’t have children. According to your official data.”
“No. But it was easy to feel a paternal kind of affection for Ava.”
“I don’t want to intrude any longer than necessary.” And she wanted out, Eve admitted. There was a heat in the room now, a kind of singeing of the air. “When did you leave yesterday?”
“About quarter to five. Ava was getting ready to leave, I remember. Leah was shooing her out. She and Jack—well, you know about all that.”
“Yes. Did you approve of that? One of your doctors dating your office manager.”
He looked surprised by the question, even bemused. “They were both adults—and frankly, they seemed besotted with each other from the first minute.”
“Where did you go when you left?”
“Home to change. My wife and I had a small dinner party last evening. A few friends.”
“I apologize, but it’s routine. I’ll need the names and contact numbers.”
“Of course.” He smiled at her. “No apology necessary.” And he gave her six names. She thanked him, dismissed him. Then added those names to her list of suspects.
Eight
Roarke arranged lunch for himself and Isis in the owner’s suite of the hotel, and passed the forty minutes eating food that didn’t interest him while making polite small talk with a witch.
“When’s the last time you slept?” Isis asked him.
“I suppose it’s been about thirty-two hours now. She’ll push herself until she drops, you see. Eve.”
“And you relax and recreate?”
“More often than she. But no, in this case, in this particular case, I suppose we’ll both push. Her time’s up, so if you’ve finished, I’ll take you to
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