“What are you doing out of EDD?” She kept right on working, didn’t even glance up. “You break your chain again?”
“They don’t lock us up in EDD like they do over here. How do you work in this cage?”
“Efficiently. Go away, McNab. I’m really swamped here.”
“The Kohli deal? It’s all anybody can talk about. Poor son of a bitch.”
Because there was pity in his voice, she did glance up. And noted that his eyes, cool and green, weren’t just sad. They were pissed. “Yeah. Well, we
’ll get the slime who killed him. Dallas is working the angles.”
“Nobody does it better. Some of the guys here asked us to run some names. Everybody in EDD from Feeney down to the lowest drone’s on it.”
She worked up a sneer. “Why aren’t you?”
“I was elected to swing over and see if I could wangle an update. Come on, Peabody, we’re in it, too. Give me something to take back.”
“I don’t have that much. Keep this part to yourself,” she said, lowering her voice and peeking through the narrow opening of her work space. “I don’t know what Dallas is up to. She went out in the field and didn’t take me with her. Didn’t tell me where she was going, either. Then a few minutes ago, I get a call from her. She’s got uniforms bringing in four mopes, booking them on various charges, including carrying concealeds, and she wants me to run the names quick, fast, and now. She’s on her way in.”
“What’d you find?”
“All four of them have been guests of various government facilities, mostly violent crimes. Assaults, assaults with deadlies. Spine-crackers and persuaders, from the sheets. But get this.”
She lowered her voice even more, so that McNab had to lean in, catch a teasing whiff of her shampoo. “They’re connected to Max Ricker.”
McNab opened his mouth, then sucked in the exclamation when Peabody hissed at him. “You think Ricker’s behind the Kohli deal?”
“I don’t know, but I know Kohli was part of the team that busted him last fall, because Dallas had me get the case file and the trial transcript. I took a quick look, and Kohli was low level, didn’t testify, either. Of course, the case was tossed out of court within three days. But Dallas has some reason for hauling in four of his goon squad.”
“This is good stuff.”
“You can pass on the mopes she’s bringing in, but keep quiet about the Ricker connection until we’ve got more.”
“I could do that, but I want some incentive. How about you come by tonight?”
“I don’t know what Dallas has planned.” He was grinning at her. For reasons Peabody couldn’t figure, she was finding it harder and harder to resist that dopey grin. “But I could probably swing by.”
“Speaking of swinging, when you get there, we could . . .” He started to lean closer, make a suggestion he thought would keep her revved through shift. Then he shot off the desk like a pebble from a sling. “Jesus, it’s the commander.”
“Chill down.” But Peabody came to attention herself.
It wasn’t unprecedented for Whitney to make an appearance in the squad room. But he didn’t make a habit of it, either.
“Oh man, he’s coming over here.”
She saw it and had to resist the impulse to tug at her uniform jacket to make certain it was straight.
“Detective.” Whitney stopped, filled the entrance to the cubicle, and pinned McNab with dark, steely eyes. “Have you transferred out of the Electronic Detective Division?”
“No, sir, Commander. EDD is working in conjunction with Homicide on the matter of Detective Taj Kohli. We’re confident that this interdepartmental cooperation and effort will result in closing the case quickly.”
He was good, Peabody thought with annoyed admiration. Slick as cat spit.
“Then perhaps you should get back to your division and continue that cooperation, Detective, instead of disrupting this officer’s work.”
But not, she thought, quite slick enough.
McNab nearly saluted but managed to restrain himself. Then vanished like smoke.