“I will. And believe me, I’m going to watch the screen. This is scary. Like I said, I never served a murderer before.”
That you know of, Eve thought as they headed out.
“You bought something.” Peabody’s voice was an accusatory whisper. “I turn my back for a second, and you buy something after dissing the whole idea of the store.” She huffed. “What did you buy?”
“Some crap called Popping Pink lip dye.” She slipped the envelope out, shoved the bag at a speechless Peabody.
“You—you—you bought it for me?” The me ended dangerously close to a squeal. “Dallas!”
“If you hug me I’m shoving that lip dye up your ass.”
Peabody did a little dance in her pink cowboy boots. “I wanna. I really, really wanna. But I won’t because I won’t have pretty pink lips if it’s up my ass.”
“Keep that in mind.”
“That was really nice.”
“It was the best way to get you to stop whining.”
“Really nice,” Peabody repeated. “Thanks.”
Eve consulted the route map. “You called the store, and we hit. We hit big. You get a prize.”
“A totally mag prize.” She riffled through the bag. “Oooh, samples!”
“Peabody.”
Peabody stopped riffling, but kept grinning. “Okay, he went blond and blue right? Rich man’s tan, pierced ear—most likely ear with the hoop. He’d need at least a couple ho
urs to do all that. More like, I’d say, four to do it right.”
“And a place to do it. A hotel again? Go in looking as is, leave looking new. Not a smallish hotel then. Someone might notice, should notice. Maybe another business hotel, a big, busy hotel. Or …”
“Or?”
“He spent the night with his murdered parents, several hours with his dead ex. Maybe he picked his next victim, and did his makeover there.”
“Creepy.”
“He hits that note. Not a family place for this. He wouldn’t want to take on a spouse, kids. Look through for singles, and we’ll start there. Start contacting them via ’link. Anyone who doesn’t answer or seems off, we pay personal visits to. And I want to talk to Golde again, in person. How did Reinhold get his old ID?”
“And the fact he’s using it? I think it ups Golde on the hit list.”
“Agreed. Start looking,” Eve said when they reached the car. “Start contacting. Start with Golde—he’s at his parents’—and tell him we’re coming.”
“All over that.”
13
WHILE EVE DROVE, SHE USED THE IN-DASH ’LINK to send Reinhold’s morph to Baxter, and instruct him to distribute copies to the rest of the department. She added a media lock. As she updated the commander, checked her own incomings for anything relevant, Peabody worked her own ’link.
And when her partner fell silent, Eve glanced over. “What?”
“The Brooklyn grandparents. I talked to the grandmother. She says Reinhold hasn’t contacted them, and it rings true.”
“I don’t see him going that route, not yet. So what’s the problem.”
“It’s not a problem,” Peabody began, but sighed. “The out-of-town grandparents are coming in later today, and they’re going to stay with the Brooklyn ones. Together. There are sibs and family members for both sides coming in, or opening their homes to those who’re coming. The ME’s releasing the bodies tomorrow, but they’re planning to wait until Saturday for a double memorial. They’re all getting together for Thanksgiving. Family needs family. That’s what she said.”