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“We have her. We have Eugenie Radcliffe-Morgan.”
The relief was overwhelming and Boh tried to stop her hands from shaking. “Does she admit to stabbing Pilot?”
“She’s lawyered up and isn’t talking at all—but her hands are covered in cuts. She’s guilty as hell. We stopped her from flying out of the country. Her private plane was waiting at Teterboro. She was arrogant enough that she thought we wouldn’t be watching.” He sounded as angry as Boh felt.
“I want to talk to her.”
“I can’t allow that, I’m afraid, not while she’s being questioned. We’ll charge her and transfer to a holding jail. You can see her there but I can’t guarantee she’ll agree to meeting you.”
“Will she get bail?”
“Not if I can help it. She’s already proved a flight risk and the nature of her crimes … we believe she also arranged the murder of Serena Carver. We’ve proved they were working together.”
Realization dawned. “I’m not surprised.” She talked a little longer to the detective then thanked him.
Boh walked around the apartment, her mind whirling. Did she actually want to see that bitch? No. All she wanted to do was get her hands around Eugenie’s throat and squeeze the life out of her … no.Unlike you, Genie,she thought,I couldn’t kill another person, not even you.
Boh jumped as someone pounded at her door and as she yanked it open, she saw Romana, hot and breathless from running. Boh’s heart failed. Romana grabbed her hand.
“You have to come now,” she said, breathing hard, “he’s awake.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Pilot saw her face and it was like a shot of pure morphine through his aching body. “Hey, pretty girl.”
Boh’s face was wet with tears as she kissed him. “Pilot, Pilot …” she seemed to choke on her words and she began to cry.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m okay.” The tubes in his arms stopped him from reaching out to her, but he managed to stroke her head. “It’s okay, baby, really.”
Boh got herself together, clutching his hands. “Sorry, baby … how do you feel?”
“A little groggy, but actually fine. I assume that’s the drugs.” He grinned at her. “God, you’re even more beautiful than when I saw you last.”
“Thatisthe drugs,” she chuckled, wiping her face. She stroked his hair back from his forehead, her smile fading. “Pilot … was ither? Was it Eugenie?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Why didn’t I see that coming?”
“None of us did. They’ve arrested her, and are pretty sure she’s guilty, that they’ll get a conviction. She’ll try and bargain for a plea deal but the detective says they’re going to throw the book at her.”
Pilot nodded. “Okay. Good.” He sighed. “Maybe we can finally believe that it’s all over?”
“I hope so, baby.”
Pilot beckoned her down so he could kiss her lips. “The minute I get out of here, I’m marrying you, Boheme Dali. I cannot wait a minute more to begin our life together.”
“Neither can I … and I have something I need to tell you.”
Pilot searched her eyes. “What is it?”
Boh had tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how it happened, we’ve always used a condom … but I’m pregnant.”
Pilot’s answering smile stretched across his handsome face. “My God … talk about meant to be.”
“I know. When I took the test this morning, I couldn’t believe it, but now … it’s a sign, Pilot.”
“I love you so much, Boheme, and I can’t wait for our little slugger to be born.”
Boh started to laugh and cry at the same time. “Six weeks. Six weeks and our lives are so different. And despite everything … I’m so happy, Pilot. Please, get well fast …”
