“A mile wide, pal. Anything in here you don’t want the feds sniffing?”
“We clean . . . right now.” His eyes skimmed past her. “Mmm-mmm. More white meat. Whiter than white. They ever hire color in the effing-bee of eye?”
“Sure, but working federal probably turns them white. Give me a little room here, Crack,” she murmured, then shifted on her stool. “Agents.”
“You sure pick the nicest places, Lieutenant.” With a wrinkle of the nose, Jacoby inspected a stool before gingerly sliding on.
“This is my little home away from home. Want some coffee? My treat.”
“I guess that’s as safe a bet as you’d get in a dump like this.”
“You calling my place a dump.” Crack leaned over the bar, stuck his huge face into Jacoby’s.
“He’s just being a moron.” Karen Stowe stepped gamely between them. “It’s genetic, so he can’t help it. I’d love some coffee, thank you.”
“Then you’re welcome.” With surprising dignity, Crack stepped back and worked on the coffee under the bar. His gaze slid up briefly, met Eve’s, gleamed good humor.
“You got a trade?” Eve demanded.
“The Bureau is not in the habit of bartering with the locals.”
“Jacoby, for God’s sake, fall in or shut up.” Stowe turned to Eve. “Can we get a table?”
“Sure.” Eve picked up her coffee, waited until they had theirs, then strolled away to a table in the far corner.
Stowe led off. “I picked up some information on a hit that looks like Yost. A Supreme Court judge, went down two years ago.”
“A Supreme Court justice gets raped and garroted, it makes the media wild. I don’t remember hearing anything on this. And none of my searches picked it up.”
“Politics. They covered it because the justice wasn’t alone. He was with an underage female.”
“Dead?”
“No. I’m still picking out the pieces but what I get is the kid was drugged, then bound, and locked in an adjoining room. I can’t get a name on her, can’t get past the seals, but it looks as if she was whisked away by the government. I’m guessing Witness Protection. They don’t want her talking about the judge’s bad habit of boinking youngsters. Official word is he died of a heart attack, and was beyond resuscitation by the time medical aid arrived.”
“That’s not bad.”
“Your turn.”
Eve nodded and managed to conceal a smile of satisfaction when Jacoby took a gulp of coffee and turned nearly the same pea-green tone as her city vehicle. While his eyes watered and he gasped, she gave Stowe the appropriate data.
“I can get the files from the Brits within the hour,” Stowe said. “We should be able to track down the hiker. The vacation or retirement property’s a good line. My data runs with yours. He’s never hit more than two at a time in the same location. If he’s planning on four here, he might want a break. I’ll put some drones on that to start, and we’ll see what they come up with. I’m going to want to talk to your husband.”
“I already gave you two for one. Don’t push it.”
Marginally recovered, Jacoby leaned forward. “We can pull him in, Dallas. We don’t need your permission.”
“Try it. He’ll eat you for lunch. Listen to me,” she said, turning to Stowe. “If he had any answers, if he had a goddamn clue what’s driving this, he’d tell me. He knew Jonah Talbot, he liked him, and he feels responsible. You get in Roarke’s face on this, you’ll just make it worse for him and get nothing for yourself. I’ve got personal reasons for wanting this guy. So does Roarke. He’ll work with me on this, he’ll work with the NYPSD, but he won’t work with you.”
“He would if you asked him to.”
“Maybe. But I won’t. Take what I’ve given you and see where it takes you. It’s more than you had when you came in here.”
She pushed away from the table, got to her feet. Then she took a good, hard look at both of them. “Let me make this clear. You make a move toward him, you’ll have to get through me. If by some miracle you get through me in one piece, he’ll slice you in half without breaking a sweat, and you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what the hell happened to your promising career. Work with me, and we’ll take this murdering son of a bitch down. You can have the credit, I don’t give a shit about that. You try an end run around me toward Roarke, I’ll burn you.”
She turned on her heel, strode to the bar, and slapped down credits for the coffee.
“Kicking ass, white girl,” Crack said with a wink.