She looked around. They’d worked fast, barricading the area. Already lookie-loos hugged the barricades, ready for some entertainment. Lowenbaum stretched over his shooting stand, weapon aimed. “If you have to stun me, don’t go for the body shot. The coat’s lined with body armor.”
“No shit.”
“None. I’ll show you later.”
“Lots of traffic inside,” he told Eve. “Waitstaff moving by the booth. The table in front of it partially blocks the target. If you can move the interference, I’d appreciate it.”
“On the list.” She turned as Roarke came toward her, had to roll her eyes.
He’d ditched the suit jacket, the top coat for somebody’s bunged-up fake leather jacket. He’d pulled his hair back in a tail, added a red, I ¦ NY ski cap.
“How much did you pay for that ridiculous hat?”
“Entirely too much.”
“Well, you don’t look so rich anyway.” She took his hands. “Let’s go bag this bitch. On the move, Lowenbaum.”
“Copy that.”
“I bet the pasta’s good here,” Roarke commented as they crossed the street.
“Maybe we’ll get some to go when we’re done. Clear visual on target from here,” she said when they’d reached the door. “Entering building now.”
“Team Alpha, go.”
Into the kitchen, Eve thought as they entered the happy noise, the engaging scents. She slid her hand in her pocket as the cheerful-eyed maitre d’ approached.
“Welcome.”
She turned up her badge before he could continue. “Focus on me. What’s your name?”
“I—Franco. Is there a problem?”
“There is, and I need you to keep on me, listen, and do exactly what I say. Are you a steady sort of guy, Franco?”
“I—yes, I think I am.”
“Stay steady. There are cops moving into the kitchen right now. They’re going to get your staff to safety. No, keep looking at me. There’s a woman in the booth—west corner, rear.”
“Ms. Weaver, but—”
“The woman beside her. She’s dangerous, probably armed. Steady, Franco. When we’re at the booth, when I draw her attention, I want you to—quietly, very quietly, begin to move the people at the tables on her blind side out through the kitchen. One table at a time. You can tell them they’ve been chosen for some special deal, whatever it takes. Get them into the kitchen, and we’ll take them from there. Do the same with your staff, one person at a time. Quietly. Can you do that, Franco?”
“Yes. But Ms. Weaver—”
“I’ll take care of her. Now, first thing. The table directly in front of the booth, the one with the kid with sauce all over him and the older kid pretending to eat his vegetables? Move them out now. You can make a fuss there. You have something special for the family in the kitchen. Something for the kids, right? Big smiles, big surprise. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Do it now—happy face, Franco.”
His smile looked a little sick, but Eve thought it would pass. She let him reach the table. He actually clapped his hands—nice touch. Eve watched Gina’s attention flick toward him, assess, then veer away.
“We’re going in,” she said as the family—lots of kid excitement—rose from the table.
She wandered through, caught Gina’s glance to and away. The minute the kitchen door closed behind the family, she zeroed for the booth.
“Nancy! Nancy Weaver, is that you!”
She let out a laugh, took advantage of Gina’s momentary surprise and plopped down next to the man. “Who’d’ve thought I’d run into you this way. How the hell are you?”
“I—I’m fine.” Weaver’s eyes widened with recognition, but she held surprisingly steady. “Just fine.”
“You look just fine,” she said as Roarke took a chair from the vacated table, angled it beside Eve.
“I’m sorry.” Gina spoke coldly. “But this is a business meeting. You’ll have to catch up another time.”
“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Gina. I’ve got a weapon aimed at you under the table. Use yours on Nancy, make any wrong move, and I use it. Let’s just talk.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Franco murmur to the people at a side table out of Gina’s range of vision. To keep attention focused, Eve pulled off the scarf, the shades. “That’s better.”
“I have enough Wrath of God on me to turn this place into Armageddon.”
“Then we all try to kill each other before the SWAT team stationed outside stuns us senseless. And where do we go from there? Let’s avoid all that mess. Put your weapon on the table.”
“Not a chance. I’ll cut her open like a ripe peach first.”
A knife then, better than a blaster.
“Nancy’s not important,” Mira said in Eve’s ear. “Just a corporate shill.”
“You’d just be cutting open another corporate lackey. So what? And the minute you do, you’re down. You’re too smart to lose your leverage.”
Gina’s sharply honed face held nothing but cold determination. “I’ve got three vials of my leverage with me.”
“Show her respect,” Mira advised. “Open negotiations.”
“You’ve got the hammer there. We want to avoid another incident. There are kids in here, Gina.”
And she smiled. “That’s right, and they’re more susceptible. You won’t be able to stop them fast enough. You’ll stun them, open yourself up to outrage.”
“Got me there. What do you want?”
“I want this police state overturned. I want people like him—” She pointed to Roarke. “I know who you are now. I want people like him on the street and all the money and material possessions he’s so greedily grasped destroyed.”
“She’s testing you,” Mira said. “Draw her toward the grandson, the personal.”
“That’s above my pay grade. Tell me something I can make happen. It’s on the line for me, too, Gina. Let’s be real. You hit this place, all these people, I look like a moron when I’ve just announced an arrest. Lew goes down, sure—and you—but so do I.”
“I want to speak to my grandson.”
“I may be able to arrange that, sure.”
“Here. Face-to-face. I want him brought here.”
“That’ll take some time and doing. And what then? If I pull that off, he’s in the hot zone, like the rest of us. Maybe you don’t care about that, about infecting him.”
“I want to see him. Here. Then the two of us are going to walk out of here with the corporate lackey and the greedy bastard you married as shields.”
“Well, frankly, the corporate lackey’s dispensable, but I’m pretty attached to the greedy bastard.”
“How can you say that?” Under the table, Weaver tapped Eve’s foot twice, an acknowledgment. “You’re the police. You’re supposed to protect me.”
“Grow up,” Gina snapped. “Cops are cops, corrupt with power. Bring Lewis here, arrange for transportation to my shuttle—which will be clear—or I turn this place into a madhouse, complete with homicidal kids.”
“You should know how this works, Gina. Give a little to get a little. You’re asking me to release a mass murderer—well, two counting you—give up two civilians, and what are you offering me?
“Let’s start with a trade,” Eve suggested. She laid her weapon on the table. “Mine for yours. Take mine, it’s less lethal, but it’ll get the job done. Give me the knife.”
“What the hell, Dallas,” Lowenbaum demanded.
“A show of cooperation and
When Gina reached for the weapon, Eve slapped her hand down on it. “Let me see the knife.”
