Three in Death by J.D. Robb Page A

job that defines you, and another man who you believe has crossed an indelible line.”
    “I need you to tell me if he could have crossed that line. I know what my gut tells me, what the pattern of evidence indicates. It’s not enough. I have data on him. Most of it’s public domain, but not all.” She waited a beat while Mira simply continued to study her, calm as a lake. “I’m not going to tell you how I accessed it.”
    “I’m not going to ask you. I already know quite a bit about Douglas Skinner. He is a man devoted to justice—his own vision of it, one who has dedicated his life to what the badge stands for, one who has risked his life to serve and protect. Very much like you.”
    “That doesn’t feel like much of a compliment right now.”
    “There is a parting of the ways between you, a very elemental one. He’s compelled, has always been compelled, to spread his vision of justice like some are compelled to spread their vision of faith. You, Eve, at your core, stand for the victim. He stands for his vision. Over time, that vision has narrowed. Some can become victims of their own image until they become the image.”
    “He’s lost the cop inside the hype.”
    “Cleanly said. Peabody’s view of him is held by a great many people, a great many in law enforcement. It’s not such a leap, psychologically speaking, for me to see him as becoming so obsessed by a mistake—and the mistake was his own—that cost the lives of men in his command that that failure becomes the hungry monkey on his back.”
    “The man who’s dead wasn’t street scum. He was a young employee, one with a clean record, with a wife. The son of one of Skinner’s dead. That’s the leap I’m having trouble with, Dr. Mira. Was the monkey so hungry that Skinner could order the death of an innocent man just to feed it?”
    “If he could justify it in his mind, yes. Ends and means. How worried are you about Roarke?”
    “He doesn’t want me to worry about him,” Eve answered.
    “I imagine he’s much more comfortable when he can worry about you. His father was abusive to him.”
    “Yeah. He’s told me pieces of it. The old man knocked the hell out of him, drunk or sober.” Eve dragged a hand through her hair, walked back toward the window. There was barely a hint of sky traffic.
    How, she wondered, did people stand the quiet, the stillness?
    “He had Roarke running cons, picking pockets, then he’d slap him around if he didn’t bring home enough. I take it his father wasn’t much good at the rackets because they lived in a slum.”
    “His mother?”
    “I don’t know. He says he doesn’t know either. It doesn’t seem to matter to him.” She turned back, sat down across from Mira. “Can that be? Can it really not matter to him what his father did to him, or that his mother left him to that?”
    “He knows his father started him on the path of, let’s say circumventing the law. That he has a predisposition for violence. He learned how to channel it, as you did. He had a goal—to get out, to have means and power. He accomplished that. Then he found you. He understands where he came from, and I imagine it’s part of his pride that he became the kind of man a woman like you would love. And, knowing his…profile,” Mira said with a smile, “I imagine he’s determined to protect you and your career in this matter, every bit as much as you’re determined to protect him and his reputation.”
    “I don’t see how…” Realization hit, and Eve was just getting to her feet when Roarke walked in the door.
    “Goddamn it. Goddamn it, Roarke. You went after Skinner.”

Chapter 6
    “Good morning, Dr. Mira.” Roarke closed the door behind him, then walked over to take Mira’s hand. The move was as smooth as his voice, and his voice smooth as cream. “Can I get you some more tea?”
    “No.” Her lips twitched as she struggled to control a chuckle. “Thanks, but I really have to be going. I’m leading a seminar