He sniffed, inclining his head so that the lights gleamed on his gilt hair. "Is there a problem?"
"That depends on how quickly you get me the manager."
Now his mouth drew in as if something not quite fresh had landed on his tongue. "One moment. And please, don't touch the display case. It's just been cleaned."
Little bastard, Eve thought mildly. She managed to put half a dozen fingerprints on the sparkling glass by the time he came back with a slim, attractive brunette.
"Good afternoon. I'm Ms. Kates, the manager. May I help you?"
"Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD." Because the woman's smile was a great deal warmer than her clerk's, Eve held her badge at counter level and blocked it from the clientele with her back. "My aide called in earlier regarding a necklace."
"Yes, I spoke with her. Shall we talk in my office?"
"Fine." She glanced around as Peabody and McNab came in. Saying nothing, she signaled them to follow.
"I remember the necklace distinctly," Kates began as she led them into a small, feminine office. She gestured toward two high-backed chairs before taking a seat behind a desk. "My husband designed it, on commission. I haven't been able to reach him, I'm sorry, but I believe I can give you any information you need."
"You have the paperwork on it?"
"I do. I looked up the disc and printed out a hard copy for you." Efficiently, she opened a file, checked the contents, then passed it to Eve. "The necklace was done in fourteen-carat gold, interlinked chain, choker length, with four stylized birds. A charming piece."
It hadn't looked so charming, Eve mused, wrapped around Holloway's bruised neck.
"Nicholas Claus." she murmured, reading the customer's name. She supposed he'd thought of it as irony. "Did you get ID?"
"It wasn't necessary. The customer paid in cash, a twenty percent deposit on order, the remainder on completion."
Kates folded her hands. "I recognize you, Lieutenant. Am I to assume this necklace is part of a murder investigation?"
"You can assume that. This Claus, he came in personally?"
"Yes, three times that I recall." Kates lifted her folded hands, tapped her fingers against her mouth, then lowered them again. "I spoke to him myself on his first visit. About average height, I suppose, perhaps a little taller. Slender, but not thin. Graceful," she said after a moment's thought. "Very well presented. Dark hair, rather long, with silver streaks. I remember him as very elegant, very polite, and very specific about his needs."
"Give me his voice."
"His voice?" Kates blinked a moment. "I... Cultured, I'd say. Faintly accented. European, I suppose. Quiet. I'm sure I'd recognize it again. I remember taking a call from him and knowing who it was the minute he spoke."
"He called in?"
"Once or twice, I think, to check on the progress of the necklace."
"I'm going to need your security discs, and your 'link logs."
"I'll get them for you." She got immediately to her feet. "It may take a little time."
"McNab, give Ms. Kates a
hand with that."
"Sir."
"He had to know we'd check," Eve said to Peabody when they were alone. "He left the necklace at the scene, a one of a kind he commissioned himself. He had to know we'd track it here."
"Maybe he didn't think we'd move this fast, or that Kates would have such a good memory."
"No." Dissatisfied, Eve rose. "He knew. This is just where he wants us to be. It's another show. He played a role here, and he doesn't look like the man we're going to see on those discs any more than he looks like Santa Claus."
She paced to the door, back again. "Different props, different costume, different stage, but it's just his show. He covered his ass, Peabody, but he's not as smart as he thinks he is. The voice prints from the 'link logs are going to nail him."