"Yeah." She rubbed her eyes. "Run the scan anyway, will you, Feeney? How about the feature-by-feature from the videos?"
"It's coming -- coming slow. I can run Rudy's ear shape, eye shape against it."
"Let's go that route, too. I'm going to check with Mira, see if the profile's done."
To save herself time, Eve called Mira's office. The doctor was gone for the day, but a preliminary report had been transmitted to Eve's office 'link. She headed over, trying to pick apart the voice prints as she went.
The guy was smart, she mused. Maybe he'd figured on a voice print analysis. Anticipated it and found a way around it. What if he'd had someone else call the jeweler's?
And that was reaching, she admitted. But it wasn't impossible.
She heard what she would have sworn was a giggle, and stepped inside her office to see Peabody chatting amiably with Charles Monroe.
"Peabody?"
"Sir." Peabody sprang instantly to her feet and to attention. "Charles, ah, Mr. Monroe has some ... wanted to ..."
"Restrain your hormones, Officer. Charles?"
"Dallas." He smiled, rising from his seat on the arm of her one pathetic chair. "Your aide kept me company, charmingly, while I waited for you."
"I bet. What's the deal?"
"It might be nothing, but -- " He shrugged. "One of the women from my match list got in touch a couple of hours ago. It seems her date for a jaunt upstate this weekend hit a snag. She thought I might like to substitute, though we didn't really connect before."
"That's fascinating, Charles." Impatient to get on with her work, Eve dropped into a chair. "But I don't feel qualified to give you advice on your social life."
"I can handle that on my own." As if to prove it, he winked at Peabody and had her going rosy pink with pleasure. "I was toying with the idea of taking her up on it, but knowing how things can go, I chatted her up awhile to get a feel for it."
"Is there a point to this?"
He leaned forward. "I like my moment in the sun, Lieutenant Sugar." Both of them ignored Peabody's gasping snort at the term. "She started unloading. She'd had a big bustup with the guy she'd been seeing. Dumped all the crap on me. She caught him cheating on her with some redhead. Then she tells me how he thought he could make up for it by having Santa bring her a present last night."
Eve sat up slowly, and now her attention focused in. "Keep going."
"I thought that would do it." With satisfaction, Charles leaned back. "She says the doorbell rings about ten last night, and when she looks out there's Santa with a big silver box." He shook his head. "I have to tell you, with what I knew, my heart just about stopped. But she's rambling on about how she wouldn't give the cheating bastard the satisfaction of opening the door. She didn't want his pitiful makeup gift."
"She didn't let him in," Eve murmured.
"And I figure that was why she was alive to call me and bitch."
"You happen to know what she does for a living?"
"She's a dancer. Ballet."
"Yeah, that works," Eve murmured. "I need a name and address. Peabody?"
"Ready."
"Cheryl Zapatta, she's on West Twenty-eighth. That's all I've got."
"We'll find her."
"Look, I don't know if I did the right thing, but I told her. Your one-on-one with Nadine Furst had just run, so I figured it was out. I told her to turn on her screen, and I filled her in." He blew out a breath. "She panicked. Big time. Said she was getting out. I don't know if you're going to find her for a while."
"If she's scrambled, we can get an order to enter and search. You did the right thing, Charles," Eve said after a moment. "If she hadn't heard the report, she might have had a change of heart and opened the door the next time. I appreciate you coming in."
"Anything for you, Lieutenant Sugar." He got to his feet. "Can you let me know what happens?"