‘Can do.’
‘I’ll just be a minute.’ She headed to the barricade. ‘I thought you were going to the office.’
‘I am. Are you done here?’
‘A few more things. I can catch a ride with Feeney.’
‘You’re looking for the same murderer here.’
She started to tell him that was police business, then shrugged. The media would have its greedy hands on it within the hour. ‘Seeing as his face has been turned into jelly, it’s a pretty good bet. I’ve got to—’
She whirled around at the screams. Long, screeching wails that could have drilled holes in steel. She saw the woman, big, naked but for a pair of red panties, burst out of the building. She mowed over two uniforms who’d been sipping coffee, bowled them down like duckpins and streaked toward what was left of Cockroach.
‘Oh, fucking A,’ Eve muttered and raced to intercept. Less than a yard from the body, she leaped and took the woman down in a flying tackle that had them both making painful acquaintance with the concrete.
‘That’s my man.’ The woman flopped like a two-hundred-pound fish, beat at Eve with meaty hands. ‘That’s my man, you cop bitch.’
In the interest of order, of preserving the scene, and of self-preservation, Eve brought her fist up hard under the woman’s pudgy jaw.
‘Lieutenant. You all right, Lieutenant?’ Both uniforms reached down to help Eve off the unconscious woman. ‘Jesus, she came out of nowhere. Sorry—’
‘Sorry?’ Jerking away, Eve scalded them both. ‘Sorry? You miserable brain-dead assholes. Another two seconds, and she’d have contaminated the scene. Next time you’re assigned to something bigger than traffic detail, you keep your stupid hands off your dicks. Now, see if you can manage to call the MTs and have them take a look at that idiot woman. Then you get her some clothes and take her into holding. Can you handle that?’
She didn’t bother to wait for an answer but started limping off. Her jeans were torn, her own blood mixing with the dead man’s, and her eyes were still flashing when they met Roarke’s. ‘What the hell are you grinning at?’
‘It’s always a delight to watch you work, Lieutenant.’ Abruptly, he caught her face in his hands and crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss potent enough to stagger her back on her heels. ‘No holding back,’ he said as she blinked at him. ‘Have the MT’s take a look at you, too.’
It was several hours later when she received the summons to Whitney’s office. With Peabody beside her, Eve took the skywalk.
‘I’m sorry, Dallas. She shouldn’t have gotten past me.’
‘Jesus, Peabody, let it go. You were in another part of the building when she made her run.’
‘I should have realized one of the other tenants would inform her.’
‘Yeah, we all need to keep our crystal ball polished. Look, the upshot is, she didn’t do any more than put another couple dents in me. Casto call in yet?’
‘He’s still in the field.’
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‘Is he still in your fields?’
Peabody’s mouth twitched. ‘We were together last night. We were just going to have dinner, but one thing led to another. I swear, I haven’t slept like that since I was a kid. Who knew great sex was such a terrific soother.’
‘I could have told you.’
‘Anyway, he got a call just after mine came in. My take is, he’ll know who the victim is, maybe be able to help.’
Eve grunted. They weren’t kept waiting in Whitney’s outer office, but shown straight in. He pointed to chairs. ‘Lieutenant, I realize your written report is on the way, but I prefer a verbal rundown on this latest homicide.’
‘Yes, sir.’ She relayed the address and description of the murder scene, the name and description of the victim, along with details of the weapon found, the wounds, the ME’s determination of time of death. ‘Peabody’s initial door to door didn’t turn up anything useful, but we will follow that up with a second pass. The woman who was living with the victim was of some help.’
Whitney lifted his brows. Eve was still wearing her stained shirt and torn jeans. ‘I’m told you had a bit of trouble there.’
‘Nothing to speak of.’ Eve had already decided the tongue lashing she’d given would do. There was no need to layer on punishment with official reprimands. ‘She’s a former licensed street companion. Didn’t have the credits to renew. She’s also a user. By applying a little pressure in that area, we were able to get her to tell us something of the victim’s movements last night. According to her statement, they were together in the apartment until about oh one hundred. They’d had some wine and a little Exotica. He claimed he had to go, had a deal to close. She took some Download, passed out. As the ME puts the time of death at approximately oh two hundred in his prelim, it jibes.
‘Evidence indicates the victim was killed where he was found early this morning. It also strongly indicates that the victim was taken out by the same person who killed Moppett, Boomer, and Pandora.’