“Good.”
“She’s been trying the vic on the new ’link since McNab and I tracked her down, and says it just bounced to v-mail.”
“He took it. We haven’t found it on scene, haven’t heard it signal. Brand-new ’link. He figured he’d get a few extra bucks out of it.”
“I’ll add
it to the alert. McNab’s got a wit on the ground floor. He saw the suspect come in. He doesn’t know him or the vic, but he’s seen them, given them the nod. Being used to seeing him and not knowing he wasn’t supposed to be here, the wit just gave him the nod, and went on into his own place.”
“Time?”
“He saw Reinhold come in about five, take the stairs. He didn’t see him go out again. Crabtree said she’d gone out to run some errands about that time, and was back here by about quarter after.”
“No coincidence. He’d been watching the building, working out how to get in and up without anyone who knew about the breakup spotting him. Or maybe he was just watching for the vic, then took the opportunity to slither in when Crabtree left.”
“Fifteen-minute window,” Peabody commented. “He hit some luck on that.”
And we didn’t, Eve thought. “I want the uniforms to check out any place across the street or close enough where he could’ve waited it out. Relay that, talk to the wit again. Mira’s coming in, and I need to be here when she gets here.”
“Coming in here?” Peabody glanced toward the body, winced.
For whatever reason it made Eve feel less foolish to know Peabody had the same reaction she’d had herself. “She’s seen DBs before.”
“Yeah. I’ll relay to the uniforms and go talk to the wit.”
“No ’link on the premises, as you thought.” Roarke stepped up beside her. “I ran a quick check on her financials to see where she used her cards today, so you can follow her steps. I sent the list to you.”
“I can use that. Did he try any siphoning that you can see?”
“No, not as yet. But he may as he has her comp. EDD can watch for that easily enough.”
“Maybe we’ll catch a break and he’ll be just that stupid.”
“You don’t think so.”
“No, I don’t. I have to go into Central when I’m done here. You should go home, get some sleep.”
“I’ll see what pieces I can pick at around here, and leave when you do. I’ve sent for your vehicle so it’ll be here for you when you’re ready.”
“You’re pretty handy.”
“Just consider it all part of our non-date date night.”
She managed a smile that faded when she spotted Mira.
“Thanks for coming down.”
“It wasn’t a problem. Roarke.”
Apparently Mira didn’t consider the cheek kiss she and Roarke exchanged before he helped her off with her coat unprofessional behavior at a crime scene.
Mira wasn’t in one of her pretty, stylish suits and ankle-breakers. Instead she wore slim dark pants with a steel-blue sweater and short gray boots that looked soft as melting butter.
Her mink brown hair fluffed around her attractive face, and her lovely blue eyes stayed cool and assessing as they scanned the scene.
“I saw Peabody downstairs and she helped me seal up. Am I cleared to examine the body?”
“Yeah, you’re clear.”