Page 171 of Bonded in Death

“Maybe, but we figured out you were alive, that the prison doctor—who’s in custody, by the way—accepted a substantial sum from you to help you fake your death and escape. We were onto you very quickly.”

“So you say. It doesn’t matter.” The angry color that rose into his cheeks belied that. “Nothing I’ve done on this side of the Atlantic outweighs the rest. You’ll have to turn me over.” She leered at Reo. “Even the empty-headed blonde knows it.”

“You’ll still be in prison,” Reo said.

“I’m sure it soothes you to think so.”

Eve slapped a hand on the table. “You murdered Giovanni Rossi.”

“What of it?”

“You watched him die, left his body under the underpass, and walked away.”

“It wasn’t a long walk. A few blocks to where I’d left my car. It’s outrageous what parking costs in this city.”

“You admit it? You sit here and admit to the premeditated murder of Giovanni Rossi?”

Potter leaned forward. “I boast about it. He walked right up to me in the terminal, looked right at me, and didn’t know me. He settled right into the limousine, sipped some wine. This man who hunted me, who bloodied me, a man who worked for decades in intelligence, handed me his bags so I could stow them in the boot, and walked into his own death. I enjoyed every moment. I savored it.”

“You have no remorse,” Mira murmured.

“Retribution needs no remorse.”

Chapter Twenty-three

In Observation, Harry hissed out a breath.

“He’s just a git after all. For all he’s done, and would’ve done, he’s just a bloody git, and she has him cold.”

“She sees him,” Marjorie murmured. “She sees him as I can only wish we had.”

From behind her, Summerset laid a hand on her shoulder. “We see him now.”

“And she’s not nearly done with him,” Roarke commented. “No, not nearly done.”

He was enjoying himself now, Eve could see it. And she played it.

With just a touch of frustration in her voice, just a hint of anger, she continued.

“Do you admit to making and planting the explosive device in Chez Robert with the purpose of murdering Iris Arden, Marjorie Wright, and Ivanna Liski?”

“It was an excellent plan. Complex, and God knows they’re simple women. It was perfectly staged. They should have been sitting there, drinking their frivolous cocktails, waiting for the ridiculous cousin when the bomb went off.”

“While you were in apartment 3-C across the street, watching.”

“A fortunate turn, seeing that advertisement. Otherwise, I’d have sat at a table under an awning in the rain. But I realized quickly something had gone wrong.

“You interfered.”

“I interfered, and you ran.”

“Retreated. You, girl, may have gotten lucky with the explosive, but you obviously know nothing about tactics or strategies.”

“I know running when I see it, but we’ll say ‘retreat’ if that blows up your skirt. Your retreat included taking a shot at me—with an illegal weapon.”

“Illegality hardly matters.”

“And when you missed, you aimed and fired that weapon at two female civilians.”

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