“If that doesn’t work, nothing will. It should hold them off from releasing for twenty-four anyway. And that’s about all the time Campbell’s got. They’d likely finish Mulligan with her, or shortly after. So if I can get another twenty-four to thirty-six, it’ll have to be enough.”
“I’ll push for the thirty-six.”
“Thanks. You look tired.”
“Oh, I am. I’ve got a few things to deal with here, then I’m going home and have Dennis rub my feet.”
“Really?”
“He does the most amazing reflexology. You look tired yourself.”
“I don’t know if Roarke does reflexology.”
“I imagine he has a way. In any case, my advice is to take an hour and relax, clear your head after you’re home. You’ll work half the night if I’m any judge, so take an hour first. You’ll be fresher for it.”
“Maybe I will.”
Mira turned toward the door, paused. “Is the child – Darra – in good hands?”
“Santiago says the mother and stepfather seem to be good people, and want to legally adopt the kid. She’s in a better place than she would be with her mother.”
“Then when you think of the child, and you will, think of that. However selfish and cold the act, the mother did the daughter a great favor. She’ll be loved and tended.”
And better off than many, Eve thought when she was alone. With luck it would make a difference.
She put it aside, sat, contacted her commander to get the federal ball rolling.
18
She spoke to the commander, delighted he would contact and brief Special Agent Zweck. As she gathered up what she wanted for working at home, Baxter came to her doorway.
“Another hit at the Chinese place.”
She tossed her coat aside again. “Let’s hear it.”
“Takeout, just last night. Both of them have been in, together and separately. They call in the order.”
“We can trace it back.”
“Problem. The place overrides every four to six hours. Banner’s running the ’link up to EDD, but it’s old, it’s crap, and even I know it’s going to take time to try to pull a contact out of the hat after it’s got close to a day’s worth layered over it. Same with the security feed. He’s taking EDD copies.”
“Have him send copies of everything to my home unit.”
“Already did. Crapped out, so far, on souvie shops, but hit at this hardware place on West Broadway.” His gaze slid toward her AutoChef, and Eve resigned herself.
“Go.” She tipped her head toward the machine.
“Gratitude.”
She eyed him as he programmed. “Want some candy to go with it?”
He gave her a blank look. A blank cop look. “You got candy in here?”
She jabbed a finger at him. “You know something. Now you know I know you know something, and I’d grill you like a trout if I had time.”
“You doing okay, LT?” He sipped his coffee casually. “You seem a little stressed.”
“Bite me, Baxter. Hardware store.”