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“Inconvenience?” He walked toward her until the doors snicked shut at his back “Is that what you call this? An inconvenience?”

He was, she told herself entitled to his anger, to his bitterness She was obliged to do her job “Three women are dead Every possibility has to be explored”

“And I’m just one of your possibilities?” He reached out, the sudden violenther “Is that what it comes down to between us?”

“I’, to assu”

“To trust,” he interrupted “Anything Or anyone If it had leaned a little the other ould you have locked e, Eve?”

“Back off” Eyes blazing, Feeney strode down the corridor “Back fucking off”

“Leave us alone, Feeney”

“Hell I will” Ignoring Eve, he shoved against Roarke “Don’t you co shot She went to bat for you And the way things stand, it could have cost her the job Si her as sacrificial lah to sleep with you”

“Shut up, Feeney”

“Goddamn it, Dallas”

“I said shut up” Calain, detached, she looked at Roarke “The department appreciates your cooperation,” she said to Roarke and, prying his hand from her shirt, turned and hurried off

“What the hell did you mean by that?” Roarke demanded

Feeney only snorted “I got better things to do than waste my time on you”

Roarke backed hi to be free to bookan officer in about two breaths, Feeney Tell me what you meant about Simpson?”

“You want to know, big shot?” Feeney looked around for a place of comparative privacy, jerked a head toward the door of a men’s room “Come into my office, and I’ll tell you”