"She should be allowed to rest." He bit off the words, his exotic green eyes flat as a cat's. "To have a soother and a meditation break."
"We're not big on meditation breaks around here. And she's got her lawyer in there, just like you've got yours. I guess you're pretty close, being twins."
"Naturally."
"Holloway ever make a move on her?"
Rudy's mouth thinned. "Of course not."
"On you maybe?"
"No." He reached for his glass of water with a steady hand.
"Why were you paying him off?"
The water slopped toward the rim before he hastily set it down. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Regular payments, ten thousand each, over a two-year period. What did he have on you, Rudy?"
His eyes stormy, he whirled to his lawyer. "They have no right to access financial records, do they?"
"Certainly not." The lawyer leveled his shoulders, hooking a hand pompously in his lapel, where trendy medallions dangled. "Lieutenant, if you've searched my client's financials without probable cause and proper warrant -- "
"Did I say that?" Eve only smiled. "I don't have to explain how I came by certain information that pertains to this homicide. You won't find a departmental search of financials. But you paid him, didn't you, Rudy?" She swung back, hitting low and fast. "You paid him time after time, let him blackmail you into putting him on match lists when you knew he was a sexual deviant. How many clients did you have to placate, or pay, or intimidate to keep the wraps on it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." But his hand wasn't quite so steady now as he picked up the water in front of him. Dark red streaks of emotion began to burn along the milk-white skin.
Eve knew if she'd had him on a truth tester, the graph would have cracked through the screen.
"Yes, you do. And I bet it wouldn't be too tough for me to dig out a couple of your clients who Holloway jumped during one of those nice, polite meets you recommend. Once I do, I can charge you and your sister for soliciting, for fraud, for accessory to several types of sex crimes." She shot a look over. "And your lawyer knows I can make at least some of that stick, and it'll stick long and hard enough to put your business in the sewer, to put your face, and Piper's, on every screen in the city for newsflashes."
"We can't be held responsible. She can't be held responsible for what that. .. that deviant did."
"Rudy." The lawyer held up a hand, then laid it on Rudy's shoulder. "I'd like a moment to confer, Lieutenant."
"No problem. Record off. You got five," she warned and left them alone.
With her eyes on them through the glass, she pulled out her communicator. "McNab."
While she waited for response, she rocked back and forth on her heels, judging the body language inside the room. Rudy had his arms crossed, his fingers digging into his biceps. The lawyer was hunched over, talking fast.
"McNab. I'm heading in, Dallas."
"Then head back. I'm getting a warrant to put you into the system at Personally Yours. Wait for it."
"Can I take a six-eight? Grab some lunch?"
"Hit a glide-cart on the way back. I want you in place the minute the authorization comes in." She heard his sigh and smiled thinly. "How was the facial, McNab?"
"Great. I got cheeks like a baby's ass. And I saw Peabody naked. Well, mostly. She was coated with green shit, but I got the picture."
"Just put that picture out of your mind and get ready to dig."
"I can do both. Hell of a picture. She's really pissed, too."
Eve did her best not to grin back at him, and shut him off before she lost the battle.
"Time's up, pal," she murmured and walked back into Interview. After resetting the record, she sat down, lifted a brow. Sometimes silence worked a subject better than hammering.