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show himself, she would be exonerated.
Eve rubbed her temples.  Burke’s plan had merit.  He had inadvertently come up with a plan that would prove her innocence.  He would certainly apprehend the accomplice without her, but being with him ensured that she was in the loop.  She’d been a good cop once - her dishonorable departure from the force didn’t change that truth.  And just now, she welcomed the opportunity to take this active role.
Eve took a deep breath of the crisp night air. The breeze shifted and she inhaled the sweet scent of lilacs from a bush that was now cloaked by the night.   “Okay, Burke. I’ll go along with your plan.”
“What was your relationship with Patterson?”
“What?”
“If I’m going to impersonate him, I need to know how to act with you. There’ll be people at the conference you’ve seen year after year.  You’ve probably spoken of personal matters.  I don’t want anything to raise any red flags.”
“Your surveillance didn’t give you any juicy details?”
She resented the impertinent question that invaded her privacy, but he had a point.  Though she only saw these chemists once a year, they had exchanged jokes about their love lives - and lack- there -of.   She had fielded questions on a number of occasions about the nature of her “business” with her partner.
Reminding herself that she needed Burke to be credible as Richard so the accomplice, if he were observing them, would go through with the meeting, she decided to answer his question.   It was easy enough to do that. She and Richard were never romantically involved.  He’d attempted to initiate an affair early in their partnership.  Casual sex wasn’t her style and with Richard that’s all there would be.  He was self-absorbed and she was not attracted to his pretty boy looks.  She preferred rugged handsomeness, the kind that Burke possessed.  She frowned.  She didn’t care for the thought and dismissed it. 
“Richard and I had a business relationship,” Eve said. “Nothing more.”
Burke nodded.   “Let’s get going.”
“Before we leave here,  I need to take an insulin injection. I’m diabetic.”
She didn’t think her condition would come as a surprise to him.  Her medical history would have been included in his investigation of her. 
Without waiting for his response, she went to the car.  Burke followed her.
Her cell phone lay on the pavement.  He picked it up.  “Yours?”
At her nod, he handed it to her.  She returned it to her purse and retrieved the two pen injectors containing her insulin and an alcohol wipe.  She was on two different types of insulin, a regular and a rapid- acting.  She read the labels, selected the injector with the regular insulin for night time.   Leaning against the passenger side, she left the car door open to provide light and after a swipe of alcohol across her upper arm, administered the injection.  Burke stood by in silence.  After, she added the needle to a plastic container where she’d discarded two others she’d used earlier in the day.  She’d dispose of them properly when she reached the cottage.
“You take three injections daily?”
Burke knew the number, confirming her earlier assumption that he knew of her condition.
She swatted a mosquito that was drawn to the light.  “Yes. This is the last.”
He nodded.  “Do you need a moment before we can leave?”
Eve raised one eyebrow. “Your concern is touching, but I’m good to go.”
“Make no mistake, Doctor, my only concern is that you remain well for questioning.” 
Eve straightened her spine.  “Of course.  Can’t have your suspect die on you before you deliver me to Washington.”  Eve turned away from him and got into the car.  “Get a move on, Burke.  We still have a long drive to the cottage.”
Burke glanced at his watch.  “We won’t be going directly to the cottage.  We have to make a stop first.”

Chapter Three  

The stop turned out to be a