“You did not! Mike!”
“Once I hooked you, they became my moms, too. Bet your ass I ran her. She’ll protect her women, Lieutenant, but she won’t protect a killer. She knows me, so maybe I can get something there if there’s something to get. Or at least pave the way for you some.”
“The more names, the better. And the sooner the better,” Eve said as she rose. “I appreciate the time, the help, the coffee. How do you live on one cup a day?”
Lillith took a tiny sip. “I ask myself that every day when I’ve finished the one cup. And somehow I do.”
—
They look good together,” Peabody commented when they walked back to the car. “Come off solid. And since he’s got an in, he might be able to wrangle some names.”
“Maybe. It’s worth giving him a shot at it first. Clearly somebody connected to Anson knew she’d be out of the way long enough to use this ruse, and wasn’t worried about cops following up.”
Once in the car, Peabody unbundled herself a little. “Those groups—support groups—they’re like priests in the confessional. Absolute confidentiality. So whoever tapped Anson counted on that. A lot of it’s just first names, or code names.”
“Everybody’s got a face,” Eve said and pulled away from the curb. “We show pictures, get reactions. We may not get confirmation, but we’ll get reactions.”
And that’s what she was looking for with Lydia Su.
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Eve had to settle for a crappy little parking lot and a two-block hike in wind that decided to swirl up and kick through the city canyons. Peabody rebundled, and Eve yanked the snowflake cap on.
It made her think of Dennis Mira.
“We need to get Mr. Mira’s impressions of the three names I got from the senator’s daughter. We’ll notify them first, talk to them, but I want his take.”
“He usually has good ones.”
“Yeah, he does. But Mira told me he’s got a blind spot where his cousin’s concerned. She taps Edward Mira as a sociopath—highly functional. Said he was always a bully, and a sexual predator.”
“Harsh. But if we’re following the right line, it fits.”
“It’s the right line.” Eve stopped in front of Su’s building. A slick high-rise, probably along the lines of what Nadine was after.
No doorman, she noted. An auto-scan that accepted a scan of her badge with minimal fuss.
Identification verified, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. Please state the nature of your business and/or the party you wish to visit.
“That would be police business seeing as you scanned the badge, and we’re here to speak with Lydia Su, unit 2204.”
Thank you for that information. The resident of unit 2204 is being notified. You are cleared to step inside and wait.
Eve walked into a generous lobby of white and silver with some bold blue chairs, verdant potted trees, and a moving map of the building.
It boasted its own market, both a men’s and women’s boutique, a business and banking center on its mezzanine level (for residents and their guests only). It held a fitness center, two bars, and three restaurants. Building management and administration had offices on level three.
By the time she’d scanned the map, noted the location of 2204—corner unit, facing south and east—the computer cleared them to an elevator.
Guests cleared to twenty-second floor, the elevator announced. Have a pleasant visit.
“Why can’t they ever just shut up?” Eve wondered. “Who needs a comp to wish them a pleasant visit? Su cleared us pretty quick,” she added and, glancing around the silver box, noted the security cams. “Maybe expecting this follow-up to your conversation with her yesterday, verifying Downing’s alibi.”
“She breezed through that. Just the right amount of surprise, and all cooperation.”
“I bet if we checked her ’link, she alerted Downing we’re here.”
Eve stepped off on twenty-two. She walked down the wide hallway carpeted in muted silver, past glossy black doors to 2204. She pressed the bell with one hand, held up her badge with the other.