Salvation in death

“I have evidence that Ken Aldo is an alias for one Lino Martinez, a violent criminal who I suspect duped and disposed of your former client. I can and will get a warrant, within the hour, to access the financials on the Ortega properties, or you can answer the question and get back to sleep a lot sooner.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to believe-”

“And as Lino Martinez is currently cooling it down at the morgue, I don’t believe you have a client left alive in this matter. Do you want me to wake up a judge, Feinburg?”

Feinburg blinked like an owl blasted with sudden sunlight. “I’d require verification before-”

“Let me ask you this,” Eve said, and played another hunch. “Did Aldo contact you recently? Say in the last few weeks, to inform you that he had a beneficiary? A female. He’d want her listed as his legal partner, with full power of attorney.”

There was a long silence. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because I believe the con got himself co

“That would be the usual procedure, yes.”

“When did you last hear from Aldo?”

“About six weeks ago. I did, however, hear from his… new partner only yesterday. It’s my understanding that Mr. Aldo plans to travel for several months.”

“I can pretty much guarantee he’s doing his traveling in hell.”

“Lieutenant.” Feinburg shifted, tugged on the robe she assumed he’d pulled on before unblocking video. “What you’re outlining is very disturbing.”

“You think?”

“But at this time, I’m bound by client-attorney confidentiality. I can’t give you information.”

“We’ll work around that. You can do this. Do not correspond or contact your clients until I clear it. If the woman claiming to be Aldo’s partner contacts you, don’t respond. Contact me. I don’t think she will, not yet, but-and trust me on this-I will find a way to tangle you up in obstruction and accessory after the fact if you give my suspect the smallest clue she’s on my screen. Understood?”

Unable to pull off snooty again, Feinburg just looked aggrieved. “I’m a property and tax lawyer, for God’s sake. I’ve done nothing to earn threats from the police.”

“Good. Keep it that way. I’ll be in touch.”

She ended transmission, then frowned at the bowl Roarke set in front of her. “What’s this?”

“Food. We had cake for di

She sniffed at the soup. She’d bet a month’s pay there were vegetables lurking around under the surface, but it smelled good. “Okay. Thanks. You don’t have to stick.”

“You couldn’t peel me off with dermalaser.” He sat across from her, sampled his own soup. “Do you think Lino opened himself to all this by making Pe

Eve ate. She’d been right about the vegetables. “Do you?”

“You said he loved her. Love blinds and binds and often makes bloody gits out of us. So, yes. She likely nudged him along that route, using sex or withholding it-as sex makes bloody gits of us even more often than love. He’d have told her all of it, every detail. A bit at a time maybe, but over these five years? He’d have laid it all out for her. How smart is she?”

“Not very, I’d say. More hotheaded. But he was, yeah, I think Lino was pretty smart. And all she had to do was springboard off the game he’d already laid out. He’d have gotten away with it,” she added. “Another few months, the properties and trust transfer to Aldo-all legalschmegal. Aldo sells out to Martinez. Martinez gets his face back, and comes home rich and important. Yeah, he was smart enough, but Pe

“Achilles’.” Roarke paused, studied her face. “Do you do that on purpose? The misnomers?”

“Maybe. Sometimes. Anyway, she’ll know what happened to Flores.”

Roarke smiled at her. “How much will you bargain with her for the information?”

“I won’t. Can’t. But I’ll get it.” She scooped up soup. The vegetables weren’t such a bad deal when they were disguised in noodles and a thick, zingy broth. “Yeah, he told her all of it. Pillow talk, bragging, puffing himself up. And she has to figure, what does she need him for? She can have it all if she works it right. She’s waited almost as long as he has, right? Why does she have to share it with this loser?”

“Left her once, didn’t he?” Roarke pointed out. “What’s to stop him from tossing her aside once he’s riding the money train. So she tosses him first. Permanently.”

“Plays the right tune for me. She gets him to hook her up first. If you loved me, you’d respect me. If you loved me, we’d be partners. If you loved me, you’d make sure I had security. Don’t you trust me, Lino, don’t you love me-all while probably giving him a blow job.” Eve wagged her spoon at Roarke. “Men are dicks so often because they have one.”

“I can use mine without thinking with it.”

Eve gri

“Try me.”

Now she laughed. “You’re just trying for a bj, and I’m working.”

Saying nothing, he took out his memo book, keyed something in. Then smiled when she cocked her head in question. “I’m just making a note that you owe me a blow job to prove your theory.”

Amused, she finished off the soup. “Okay then, if you’re going to stick, the next step is to check out the families and close ties to the fatalities and injured at the two bombings back in ’43. I’m working on the theory that Lino was behind both. I’m starting with the ³rties second, because of the eye-for-an-eye thing.”

“Because most, if not all, would have no reason to think Martinez set the boomer, on his own turf.”

“But the second,” Eve agreed. “People knew, or strongly suspected he had something to do with it. He made sure that buzz got around. Plus, the single fatality in the school bombing has no close friends or relatives left in the area. Her family moved to Barcelona three years after her death.”

“So you study the fatalities on the second, as death has more weight.”

“Your kid, brother, father, best pal, whatever, gets hurt seventeen years ago and you have a chance for payback, you find a way to hurt them back. Exposure, a good ass-whooping. But death? It’s final. Payback needs to be final, too.”

“Yes. And the law is often transitory.”

She knew he thought of Marlena again, what had been done, what he had done. His eyes came to hers.

“If I’d stepped away, if I’d never exacted payment from those who tortured, raped, murdered an i

“Sometimes the law is transitory, and sometimes, even with it, those ripples spread out too far or in the wrong direction. But without the law, well, eventually, we’d all drown.”

“Some of us are excellent swimmers. I’m more inclined to believe in the face of the law, since I look at it every day, than I ever did before I saw it.” He reached in his pocket, took out the gray button that had fallen off her suit the first time they’d met. When she’d viewed him as a murder suspect. “And I have my talisman to remind me.”

It never failed to baffle her-and on a deeper level delight her-that he carried it with him, always. “What ever happened to that suit anyway?”

Humor flickered in his eyes. “It was hideous, and met the fate it deserved. This”-he held up the button-“was the best part of it.”

He was probably right. “Well. Break’s over,” she a