She turned back to her computer, called up the evidence file, and shot out a hologram of the second brooch. "I want to know who made this piece, how many were manufactured, where they were sold, how many were sold, and to whom. Cross-check that with the first pin found on Hawley's body. You getting this, McNab?"
"Sir." He swallowed hastily, then tapped a finger to his temple. "Every bit."
"You get me a name that matches both lists and the bauble, and I'll see to it you've got fresh Danishes every morning for the rest of your life."
"That's a hell of an incentive." He wiggled his fingers. "Let me at it."
"Let's ride, Peabody." Eve rose, grabbed her bag. "Don't bother Roarke, McNab," she warned and headed out.
"Looking good, She-body," McNab called just as Peabody hit the doorway. She snarled, hissed, stomped out, and left him feeling gratified.
"EDD's full of detectives with class, you know," Peabody complained as they trooped downstairs. "How come we're stuck with the one asshole in the division?"
"Just lucky, I guess." Eve snagged her jacket off the newel post, and swung it on as they walked outside. "Christ, it's fucking freezing out here."
"You really ought to have a warmer coat, Lieutenant."
"I'm used to this one." But she slid into the car quickly. "Heat, for God's sake," she ordered. "Seventy-five degrees."
"I love this unit." Peabody snuggled into the seat. "Everything works."
"Yeah. But it lacks character." Still Eve glanced down with pleasure as her 'link signaled an incoming. "Catch this," she told Peabody. "Screen incoming," she ordered as she drove through the gates.
"Dallas? Dallas? Damn it." The attractive and irritated face of ace screen reporter Nadine Furst came on screen. "I just missed you at home. Summerset said you're on route somewhere. Answer the damn 'link, will you?"
"I don't think so."
"Hell, those city-issue units you cops drive never work."
Peabody and Eve exchanged cheerful grins while Nadine continued to mutter. "I guess she got wind of the case."
"Sure she did," Eve confirmed. "Now she wants to hit me up for information for her mid-morning report, and she'll hound me for a one-on-one for the noon edition."
"Dallas, I need more data on these women who were killed. Are the cases linked? Come on, Dallas, be a pal. I need to bump up my mid-morning."
"Told you," Eve said complacently as she twisted through traffic.
"Get in touch, will you? We can set up a one-on-one. I'm on deadline here."
"My heart bleeds." Eve yawned as Nadine signed off.
"I like her," Peabody commented.
"So do I. She's fair, she's accurate, and she's good at what she does. But that doesn't mean I'm going to take time out to give her ratings a goose. If I avoid her for a couple of days, she'll be digging on her own. Let's see what she can feedus for a change."
"You're sneaky, Lieutenant. I like that about you. But about McNab -- "
"Live with it, Peabody," Eve suggested and whipped up and into a second-level parking slot on the curb on Fifth.
Inside she went directly to a tube, stepped in, hooked her thumbs in her pockets, and tolerated the ride up to the office level of Personally Yours.
Manning the greeting desk was a young god with shoulders the size of mountains, skin the color of rich Swiss chocolate, and eyes like antique gold coins.
"Stop vibrating," Eve muttered, and Peabody only grunted in response.
"Tell Rudy and Piper Lieutenant Dallas and aide are here."
"Lieutenant." His smile was dreamy and slow. "I'm sorry, but Rudy and Piper are in client consultations."