Loyalty in Death by J. D. Robb Read Free Book Online Page A

moves, he just smiled and nodded.
    They rode to the top of the Empire State Building, stood in the freezing, bitter wind until the tips of her ears went numb. And his pale gray eyes glowed with the wonder of it. They toured the Met, gawked at the storefronts along Fifth, stared up at the tourist blimps, bumped along the sky glides, and gnawed on stale pretzels he’d insisted on buying from a glide-cart.
    Only deep and abiding love could have convinced her to agree to skidding over the ice rink at Rockefeller Center when her calf muscles were already weeping from three hours of urban hiking.
    But he made her remember what it was to be stunned by the city, to see all it had to offer. She realized, watching him be awed, time after time, that she’d forgotten to look.
    And if she had to flash the badge she’d tucked in her coat pocket at a gimlet-eyed grifter looking to score the tourist, it didn’t spoil the day.
    Still, by the time she finally talked him into stopping for a hot drink and a bite to eat, she’d decided it was imperative she outline some very specific do’s and don’ts. He was going to be on his own a great deal when he wasn’t working, she thought. He might have been twenty-three, but he had all the naive trust in his fellow man of a sheltered five-year-old.
    “Zeke.” She warmed her hands on a bowl of lentil soup and tried not to think about the soy-beef burger she’d spied on the menu. “We should talk about what you’re going to do while I’m working.”
    “I’ll be building cabinets.”
    “Yeah, but my hours are…” She gestured vaguely. “You never know. You’ll be spending a lot of time on your own, so — “
    “You don’t have to worry about me.” He grinned at her, spooned up his own soup. “I’ve been off the farm before.”
    “You’ve never been here before.”
    He sat back, shot her the exasperated look brothers reserve for nagging sisters. “I carry my money in my front pocket. I don’t talk to the people who cart around those cases full of wrist units and PPCs, and I don’t move in to play that card game like the one they had going on Fifth Avenue, even though it looks like fun.”
    “It’s a con. You can’t win.”
    “Still looked like fun.” But he wouldn’t brood on it, not when she had that line dug between her eyebrows. “I don’t strike up conversations on the subway.”
    “Not with a chemi-head looking to score.” She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Zeke, the guy was practically foaming at the mouth. Anyhow.” She waved that away. “I don’t expect you to lock yourself into the apartment on your free time. I just want you to be careful. It’s a great city, but it eats people every day. I don’t want one of them to be you.”
    “I’ll be careful.”
    “And you’ll stick to the major tourist areas, carry your palm-link?”
    “Yes, Mom.” He grinned at her again, and looked so young Peabody’s heart stuttered. “So, you up for the Fly Over Manhattan tour?”
    “Sure.” She managed to smile instead of wince. “You bet. Soon as we’re done here.” She took her time with the soup. “When are you supposed to get started on this job?”
    “Tomorrow. We set it all up before I left. They approved the plans, the estimates. They paid for my transpo and expenses.”
    “You said they saw your work when they were out in Arizona on vacation?”
    “She did.” And just thinking of it had his pulse running a little faster. “She bought one of the carvings I’d done for Camelback Cooperative Artworks. Then she and Silvie — I don’t think you ever met Silvie, she’s a glass artist. She was running the co-op that day and she mentioned how I’d designed and built the cabinets and counters and the displays. And then Mrs. Branson mentioned how she and her husband were looking for a carpenter, and — “
    “What?” Peabody’s head snapped up.
    “They were looking for a carpenter, and — “
    “No, what was that name?” She grabbed his hand,