“Was there jealousy here in the office?”
“A sense of competition, certainly. And certainly not everyone is best friends. But I honestly can’t think of anyone who held a grudge or genuinely bad thoughts about Natalie.”
“Do you know Lilah Grove?”
“The Femme Fatale of Individual Accounts.” Cara’s lips curved in a little smile. “And, yes, I’ve heard the gossip that she was overly friendly with Bick. It didn’t worry Natalie, and I never heard anything about Lilah and Natalie arguing or even having strong words.”
Maybe they saved them for end of business, Eve thought as she went down to meet Peabody.
“Did you get a statement from a Lilah Grove?”
“What is this, a sixth sense thing?” Peabody demanded. “She was the first I was going to brief you on.”
“Department’s sex queen. Hit on Byson. What’s your take on her?”
“A little hard, with a very sharp edge. Vain, ambitious. Likes to flaunt both. Claimed the flirtation was mutual and harmless and expressed disgust and annoyance—both seemed false—that anyone in her department of the firm would gossip about her that way. Watered up a few times when talking about the vics, but never smeared her enhancements—which appear to be expertly applied and really pricey. She wears Do Me.”
“What?”
“It’s perfume. The real thing, not the off-brand or the cheaper eau de whatever. I like to go in and get sprayed with it when I troll the higher-end department stores.”
“You’re the one?”
“The one what?”
“The one person in the known universe who likes to get sprayed by those spritz guerrillas.”
Peabody stiffened her shoulders, lifted her head high. “We are more than one. We are a small, yet sweet-smelling army.”
“Yeah, I bet Do Me smells like a sweet, sunny meadow. I’m going to do a quick follow-up with Grove before we head back.”
“Second office, right.”
“I’ll do it solo. Check in with McNab.”
“Yes, sir. And, Dallas?” Peabody’s smile was sly. “When I wear Do me, he does.” She strolled off, whistling.
“Asked for that one,” Eve mumbled.
The door to the office was open. Eve saw a blonde with long, sleek waves, tipped back in a caramel-colored leather chair, examining her manicure as she talked on a headset.
There were flowers in the office, and a chrome coat rack held a long red coat and white scarf. The coffee mug on the desk was also red with a flashy white L scripted on it.
The blonde wore a blue suit with a frill of lace in the V in lieu of a blouse. The eyes that flicked to Eve were a bold cat green. “Hang on. Can I help you?”
Eve held up her badge, and Lilah cast her eyes to the ceiling. “I’m very sorry, but I’m going to have to get back to you. I’ll have that information for you before two o’clock. Absolutely. Bye.”
She pulled off the headset, laid it on the desk. “I’ve already talked to one of you.”
“Now you can talk to me. Lieutenant Dallas.”
“At least I’m going up the ladder. Look, I’m sorry about Bick and Natalie. It’s an awful shock for everyone who knew them. But I’ve got work.”
“Funny, so do I. You and Bick have something going on the side?”
“Well, you’re certainly more direct than the other detective I spoke with. Just a little office flirtation. Harmless.”
“And out of the office?”