The droids had ID’d him with scanners, but she sealed up, took out her Identapad, made it official.
“Victim is identified as Banks, Jordan.” She rattled off the data for the record before taking out her gauge for time of death. “TOD, oh three hundred twenty hours. Witnesses notified nine-one-one at five-twelve. He wasn’t in the water long. He’s not wearing a coat, a wrist unit, or shoes.”
She searched the pockets of his pants. “No wallet, no ’link. It looks like a mugging, but it’s not. Just not.”
Taking out her penlight, she examined the bruising on the neck. “Not from a blow. Maybe a fall, but . . .” She ran the light over the left side of the face, studied as she heard Peabody’s clomping winter boots.
She rose, turned to her partner. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Just turn around.”
When she did, Eve stepped up behind her, cupped her right hand under Peabody’s chin, pressed her left to the left side of Peabody face, gave her partner’s head a quick—but gentle—twist.
“Hey!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Eve stepped back. “Somebody knows how to kill, quick and quiet. No defensive wounds. He never saw it coming. Didn’t expect it. Knew who was behind him, and wasn’t worried. Could be they stunned him first, or had a weapon, but why kill covert, combat style, if you could just stun and toss him into the water to drown, or use the weapon?”
Peabody fussed the scarf back around her neck. “This is Karson’s ex, right? You interviewed him yesterday?”
“And he lied through his teeth. I could see it.”
“He was in this?”
“I don’t know if he knew he was, but he was. And they didn’t leave this loose end alive.”
Peabody stepped closer to the body. “His neck’s broken. Can you really break somebody’s neck with just your hands?”
“If you’re strong enough, and know how. Military, he’s going to be military.”
She shoved her hands in the pockets of her long leather coat, stared over at the skyline, gray against gray. “How the hell did they get him here? Three in the morning, he comes here, meets them. Or they come here together. No defensive wounds, no sign of struggle. He came willingly. Did he walk—he doesn’t strike me as somebody who’d walk this far. Let’s check for cabs, private car services for pickups at his address and for drop-offs in this area. Drop-offs between two and three-twenty this morning.”
She played her light over the grass, the path. “We’ll call it in, sweepers and the dead wagon. Crime scene might find something. Get that going. I’ll finish with him.”
When she had, ordered the bag and tag, she left the beat droids guarding the crime scene, and filled Peabody in on the witnesses’ statements as they walked back to the car.
“The water has to be freezing.”
“I’d say they were too young and drunk to care.” Eve got into the car, said, “Coffee.”
“Oh yeah.” Peabody programmed it. “If Banks is tied in, it gives us a lead.”
“He’s tied. So we’re going to see Karson.”
“Now? It’s pretty early.”
“Not for Banks.”
Eve dealt with the nurse—a different one but almost as disapproving—and bullied her way into Karson’s room.
The patient was awake, with the morning reports murmuring on her wall screen. The nurse fussed over her, checking monitors, fluffing pillows.
“Lilian, I’d really love some coffee.”
“I’m going to order up your breakfast now.” She gave Karson a pat on the hand before sailing out.
“It’s terrible coffee,” Karson said, “and I know it’s whining, but, God, I can’t wait to get out of here. Do you have information?”