“Wood and glass. There’s plenty more,” he replied as he looked at her over his shoulder.
“He doesn’t mean it,” Eve murmured when he’d shut the door behind him.
“Sir?”
“They messed with him. He won’t let it go.” Eve heaved out a breath. “Come on, Peabody, let’s go see the wife and get this particular hell over with.”
The Kohlis lived in a decent, midlevel building on the East Side. The kind of place, Eve mused, where you found young families and older retired couples. Not hip enough for the single crowd, not cheap enough for the struggling.
It was a simple multiunit, pleasantly if not elegantly rehabbed post–Urban Wars.
Door security was a basic code entry.
Eve spotted the cops before she’d double-parked and flipped her On Duty light to active.
The woman was well turned out, with gilt-edged hair that curved up to her cheeks in two stiletto points. She wore sun shades and an inexpensive business suit in navy. The shoes with their thin, two-inch heels told Eve she worked a desk.
Brass. Eve was sure of it.
The man had good shoulders and a bit of pudge at the middle. He’d let his hair go gray, and there was a lot of it. Currently, it was dancing in the breeze around his quiet, composed face. He wore cop shoes—hard-soled and buffed to a gleam. His suit jacket was a little small in the body and starting to fray at the cuffs.
A long-timer, Eve judged, who’d moved from beat to street to desk.
“Lieutenant Dallas.” The woman stepped forward but didn’t offer her hand for a polite shake. “I recognized you. You get a lot of play in the media.” It wasn’t said with rebuke, but there was a hint of it in the air, nonetheless. “I’m Captain Roth, from the One twenty-eight. This is Sergeant Clooney out of my house. He’s here as grief counselor.”
“Thanks for waiting. Officer Peabody, my aide.”
“What is the status of your investigation, Lieutenant?”
“Detective Kohli’s body is with the ME and will have priority. My report will be written and filed subsequent to notification of next of kin.”
She paused to avoid shouting over the sudden blast of a maxibus that pulled to the curb half a block down.
“At this point, Captain Roth, I have a dead police officer who was the apparent victim of a particularly brutal beating in the early hours of this morning while he was in a club, after hours. A club where he was employed as a part-time bartender.”
“Robbery?”
“Unlikely.”
“Then what is the motive, in your opinion?”
A little seed of resentment planted itself in Eve’s gut. It would, she knew, fester there if she wasn’t careful. “I’ve formed no opinion as to motive at this stage of my investigation. Captain Roth, do you want to stand on the street and question me, or would you prefer to read my report when it’s filed?”
Roth opened her mouth, then sucked in a breath. “Point taken, Lieutenant. Detective Kohli worked under me for five years. I’ll be straight with you. I want this investigation handled out of my house.”
“I appreciate your feelings in this matter, Captain Roth. I can only assure you that as long as I’m primary, the investigation into the death of Detective Kohli will receive my complete focus.”
Take off the damn shades, Eve thought. I want to see your eyes. “You can request the transfer of authority,” Eve continued. “But I’ll be straight with you. I won’t give it up easy. I stood over him this morning. I saw what was done to him. You couldn’t want his killer any more than I do.”
“Captain.” Clooney stepped forward, laying a hand lightly on Roth’s arm at the elbow. There were lines fanning out from his pale blue eyes. They made him look tired and somehow trustworthy. “Lieutenant. Emotions are running pretty high right now. For all of us. But we’ve got a job to do here and now.”
He glanced up, homing in on a window four stories above. “Whatever we’re feeling doesn’t come close to what’s going to be felt upstairs.”
“You’re right. You’re right, Art. Let’s get this done.”
Roth turned to the entrance, bypassed the code with her master.
“Lieutenant?” Clooney hung back. “I know you’ll want to question Patsy, Taj’s wife. I have to ask if you could go a little easy just now. I know what she’s about to go through. I lost a son in the line of duty a few months back. It rips a hole in you.”