by J. D. Robb
‘No good.’ He rose and worked up a smile. ‘But you be sure to let me know if you decide to ditch Roarke, Lieutenant Sugar. My offer’s open-ended.’
The heart, Eve thought as she drove, was a strange and often overworked muscle. It was hard to connect the sophisticated, smooth-talking LC with the quiet, intellectual woman she’d just left. But, unless her instincts were way off, Darla McMullen and Charles Monroe were halfway in love.
They just didn’t know what to do about it.
On that score, they had her full sympathy. Half the time, she didn’t know what to do about the impossible feelings she had for her own husband.
She made three more stops on the way back to her home office, doing interviews with people on the match lists, giving them the basic and specific warning and instructions she had written up and had approved by the commander.
If Donnie Ray had been warned, she thought, he might still be alive.
Who was next in line? Someone she’d spoken with, or someone she’d missed? Driven by that, she accelerated and blew through the gates toward home. She wanted Peabody and McNab to sign up with Personally Yours and get their profiles in before the end of the business day.
She saw Feeney’s vehicle parked in front of the house. The sight made her hope her campaign to add him to the investigative team had been successful. With Feeney and McNab doing the e-work, she’d be freed up for the streets.
She headed straight up to her home office, wincing when she heard the blast of music - if it could be called music - searing the air of the hallways.
Mavis had one of her video clips on screen. She sang along with herself, screaming out lyrics that seemed to have something to do with ripping out her soul for love. Feeney sat behind Eve’s desk, looking bemused and slightly desperate. Roarke stood behind a chair, looking completely comfortable and politely attentive.
Knowing her chances of being heard over the din were nil, Eve waited until the last notes clashed out and Mavis, flushed with effort and pleasure, giggled and took her bows.
‘I wanted you to see the rough cut right away,’ she said to Roarke.
‘It looks like a winner.’
‘Really?’ Obviously delighted, Mavis rushed him, threw her arms around his neck, and squeezed. ‘I just can’t believe it’s really happening. Me, cutting a disc for the top recording company on the planet.’
‘You’re going to make me lots of money.’ He kissed her forehead.
‘I want it to work. I really want it to work.’ When she spotted Eve, Mavis grinned. ‘Hey! Did you catch any of the cut?’
‘The tail end. It was great.’ And because it was Mavis, she meant it. ‘Feeney, are you on?’
‘Officially assigned.’ He leaned back in her chair. ‘McNab’s doing his prelim consult at Personally Yours. We profiled him as a computer droid for one of Roarke’s companies. His data’s been inputted, and his new ID is in place.’
‘Roarke’s company?’
‘Seemed logical.’ Feeney grinned at her. ‘You got weight, you use it. Appreciate your help, boy-o.’
‘Anytime,’ Roarke told him, then smiled at his wife. ‘We cut a few corners as you’re in a bit of a hurry. Peabody’s profiled as a security guard at one of my buildings. Feeney thought it would be simplest to keep the profiles somewhat in line with truth.’
‘Oh yeah, let’s keep it simple.’ But blowing out a breath, she nodded. ‘Good enough. You own half the damn city anyway, and nobody’s going to question it, or find any holes in your personnel files if you had your hand in it.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Where’s Peabody?’
‘Trina’s just finishing her.’
‘I need her now. She’s got to get over here and put in her app, get the consult going. She looked okay, for God’s sake. How long does it take to primp her up and put some street clothes on her?’
‘Trina had some mag ideas,’ Mavis assured her with such enthusiasm Eve’s blood chilled. ‘Wait till you see. Oh yeah, Trina wants you to plug in a session before your party. She wants to glam you some for it, since it’s the holidays.’
Eve merely grunted. She had no intention of being glammed - now or ever.
‘Sure, right. Where the hell . . .’ Her voice trailed off as she heard them coming. She turned toward the doorway and blinked. Gaped.
‘I have to say.’ Trina announced, ‘I’m good.’
Peabody snorted, flushed, then smiled hesitantly. ‘Okay, so do you think I’ll pass the audition?’
Her bowl-cut hair had been sheened and fluffed into a dark halo. Her face glowed with deep color smudged around her eyes to accent their shape and size, and her lips were dyed a soft coral pink.
Her body, which appeared so sturdy in a uniform, took on lusher, more feminine curves in a sweeping ankle duster of deep pine green. A tangle of chains in jewel hues were draped around her neck. Peeking out between the layers was a small, wistful tattoo of a gold-winged fairy.
Peabody had selected the tattoo herself after Trina had caught her up in the spirit of things. She hadn’t flinched when the quick, capable hands had cupped her left breast to apply the temp. By that time she’d begun to enjoy the sensation of being remade.
But now, as Eve stared at her, Peabody began to shift her feet - they were clad in toothpick heels that matched the wings of her mystical tattoo. ‘It doesn’t work?’
‘You sure as hell don’t look like a cop,’ Eve decided.
‘You look beautiful.’ Amused by his wife’s reaction, Roarke stepped forward and took both of Peabody’s hands. ‘Absolutely delicious.’ So saying, he kissed her fingers and had Peabody’s susceptible heart stuttering.
‘Yeah, really? Wow.’
‘Get over it, Peabody. Feeney, you’ve got twenty minutes to brief her on her profile. Peabody, where’s your stunner, your communicator?’
‘Here.’ Still flushed, she slipped a hand into a hidden pocket in the hip of the dress. ‘Handy, huh?’
‘It’s not going to replace uniforms,’ Eve said, then pointed to a chair. ‘You need to commit the data Feeney’s going to give you to memory. Record it. You can replay it on the drive over. We can’t afford any slipups. I want you in by end of day, and on match lists by tomorrow.’
‘Yes, sir.’ But Peabody fingered the material of the dress lovingly as she walked over to sit with Feeney.
‘You’re next,’ Trina said, running a quick, assessing hand through Eve’s hair.
‘I don’t have time for a treatment.’ Eve backed up. ‘Besides, you just did me a few weeks ago.’
‘You don’t get regular treatments, you ruin my work. She makes time before the party, or I’m not responsible for how she looks,’ Trina warned Roarke.
‘She’ll make time.’ And to placate her, he took her arm, steering her out as he praised her brilliance with Peabody.
Chapter Nine
Finding Nadine Furst lazily filing her nails at Eve’s desk wasn’t the welcome Eve was looking for when she arrived at Cop Central.
‘Get your butt out of my chair.’
Nadine merely smiled sweetly, tucked her nail file away in her enormous calf-colored bag, and uncrossed her smooth legs. ‘Hello, Dallas. So good to see you. Doing a lot of work out of your home office these days? I can’t blame you.’ As she rose, Nadine skimmed her sharp cat’s eyes over the cramped, dingy, dusty room. ‘This place is a dump.’
Saying nothing, Eve marched directly to her computer, checked the last log-on time, then did the same with her ’link.
‘I didn’t touch anything.’ Nadine added just enough insult to her voice for Eve to be sure the reporter had considered it.
‘I’m busy, Nadine. I don’t have time for the media. Go chase an MT van or harass one of the droids in Booking.’
‘You might want to make time.’ Still smiling, Nadine moved to the only other chair in the office and daintily crossed her legs again. ‘Unless you want me to go on air with what I’ve got.’
Eve jerked a sho
ulder - and found that her muscles had tensed as she sat - stretched out her own denim-covered legs, and crossed her battered boots at the ankles. ‘What you got, Nadine?’
‘Singles seeking romance find violent death. Personally Yours: dating service or death list? Ace homicide lieutenant, Eve Dallas, investigating.’
Nadine watched Eve’s face as she spoke. She gave Eve full points - her eyes didn’t flicker - but Nadine was gut sure she had her full attention.
‘You want me to go on with a no comment from the investigating officer on that lead?’
‘The investigation is proceeding. A task force has been formed. The NYPSD is pursuing all leads.’
Nadine leaned forward, slipping a hand into her bag to turn on her recorder. ‘Then you confirm that the murders are connected.’
‘I’m not confirming anything with your recorder on.’
Irritation flickered over Nadine’s pretty, triangular face. ‘Give me a break here.’
‘You turn that recorder off, put it here on my desk in plain view, or I’ll give you a break. I’ll confiscate it and anything else you have in that suitcase you’re hauling around. Recording devices aren’t permitted in official areas of Cop Central without authorization.’
‘Christ, you’re strict.’ Annoyed, Nadine took out her mini, plunked it on the desk, then set her bag aside. ‘Off the record?’
‘Off the record.’ Because Nadine had said the words, Eve nodded. Nadine could be irritating, tenacious, and a general pain in the ass, but she had integrity. There was no need to search the bag for another recorder.
‘The homicides under my investigation were committed by the same person. Personally Yours appears to be the source of the victims. You can go on air with that.’
‘The dating service.’ All traces of annoyance faded as Nadine smiled. Eve’s subtle hint had nudged her into research on every dating service in the city. She would be able to plug in the correct data and flesh out her report with the flick of a couple of buttons.
‘That’s right.’
‘What can you give me on it?’
‘Most of my notes are on my office unit.’ But Nadine pulled out her PPC and called up data. ‘You have all the standard already: owners, length of time in business, requirements. They do some pricey ads on our station. Shelled out . . . a cool two mil last year on screen ads. Our credit checks showed they can afford it, that’s less than ten percent of their gross.’
‘Romance is profitable.’
‘Damn right. I did an informal poll at the station. About fifteen percent of the talent and crew have used services. Informing the public takes a toll on the personal life,’ she added lightly.
‘Anybody you like use Personally Yours?’
‘Probably.’ Nadine cocked her head. ‘I like a lot of people, being the friendly, sociable sort. Should I be worried about them?’
‘All three victims used the dating service, two knew each other casually through it. As yet, we’ve found no other connection among them.’
‘So . . . your guy’s trolling for lonely hearts.’ And that was a hell of a lead, Nadine decided, already running copy in her head.
‘We suspect that Personally Yours is his source.’ Eve wanted that one element hammered in. She didn’t intend to give Nadine much more. ‘The task force, formed today, is pursuing all avenues of investigation.’
‘Leads?’
‘Are being checked out. I’m not giving you specifics on this, Nadine.’
‘Suspects?’ Nadine said doggedly.
‘Interviews are under way.’
‘Motive?’
Eve considered a moment. ‘They’re sexual homicides.’
‘Ah. Well, that would fit. You got a bisexual killer? One of the victims was male, two were female.’
‘I can’t confirm or deny the killer’s sexual preferences.’ She thought of Donnie Ray, and guilt scraped along her stomach. ‘The victims have admitted the killer into their homes. There was no sign of forced entry in any case.’
‘They opened the door to him? They knew him?’
‘They thought they did. You can advise your viewing audience to think twice before opening their door to anyone they don’t know on a personal level. I can’t give you any more without compromising the investigation.’
‘He’s killed three times in less than a week. He’s in a hurry.’
‘He has a program,’ Eve said. ‘That’s not for on air. He has a schedule, a pattern, and that’s how we’ll get him.’
‘Give me a quick one-on-one remote, Dallas. I can have a camera in here in ten minutes.’
‘No. Not yet,’ she added before Nadine could bitch about it. ‘You’ve got more than I’ve given anyone. Take it and be grateful. I’ll give you a one-on-one if and when I can. I’d be more inclined if, after you corner Piper and Rudy, you tell me what you get.’
Nadine arched a brow. ‘Quid pro quo. Fine. I’m heading over there now. Once I--’ She broke off, her mouth dropping open as Peabody rushed in the door.
‘Dallas, you wouldn’t believe - Hi, Nadine.’
‘Is that you, Peabody?’
Though Peabody struggled to maintain a casual air, her lips twitched up in a smile. ‘Yeah, I just had a little work done.’
‘A little. You look fabulous. Is that one of Leonardo’s designs? It’s just absolutely mag.’ She was up, circling Peabody.
‘Yeah, it’s one of his. It really works on me, doesn’t it?’
‘Peabody, you rock.’ Laughing, Nadine stepped back. Then her smile began to sharpen; her eyes narrowed. ‘You let your aide play dress-up in the middle of a murder investigation?’ Nadine began, turning to Eve. ‘I don’t think so. I’d say what we have here is a very slick undercover scam. Trying the wonders of computer dating, Peabody?’
‘Close the door, Peabody.’ At Eve’s flat command, Peabody inched in and shut the door at her back. ‘Nadine, if you leak this, I’ll cut you off. I’ll see to it that there isn’t a cop here at Central who gives you the day of the week much less a story lead. Then I’ll get nasty.’
Nadine’s fox-sly smile faded. Her eyes went dark and dull. ‘You think I’d fuck with your investigation? You think I’d go on with data that could put Peabody in a jam? Go to hell, Dallas.’ She scooped up her bag and swung toward the door. But Eve was quicker.
‘I put her ass on the line.’ Furious with herself, Eve yanked the purse out of Nadine’s hands and tossed it. ‘I made the call, and if anything goes wrong, it’s on me.’
‘Dallas--’
‘Shut up,’ she snapped at Peabody. ‘If it hurts your feelings to know just how far I’d go to protect her cover and this case, that’s too damn bad.’
‘Okay.’ Nadine took a deep breath and reeled in her own temper. It was a rare thing for her to detect even a shadow of fear in Eve’s eyes. ‘Okay,’ she repeated. ‘But you should remember Peabody’s a friend of mine. And so are you.’
She bent down to pick up her bag, shouldered it. ‘Nice hair, Peabody,’ she said before she opened the door and walked out.
‘Fuck’ was all Eve could think to say. Turning, she stepped to the stingy window and stared out at miserable air traffic.
‘I can handle this, Dallas.’
Eve stared hard at an airbus that blatted fiercely at an advertising blimp in its airspace. ‘I wouldn’t have put you on if I didn’t think you could handle it. But the fact remains I’m the one who put you on. And you’ve got no undercover experience.’
‘You’re giving me a chance to get some. I want to make detective. I won’t get the grade without undercover work on my record. You know that.’
‘Yeah.’ Eve stuck her hands in her back pockets. ‘I know that.’
‘Uh . . . I know my ass is a little bigger than it ought to be - even though I’m working out - but I know how to cover it.’
With a half laugh, Eve turned back. ‘Your ass is fine, Peabody. Why don’t you sit on it and give me your report?’
‘It went great.
’ Grinning now, Peabody dropped into a chair. ‘I mean frigid. They didn’t have a clue I was a cop, that I’d been in there just a couple days ago. I got the royal treatment.’ She fluttered her newly darkened and lengthened lashes.
Eve cocked her head. ‘If you’ve got that out of your system, Officer, I’d like your report.’
‘Sir.’ Peabody straightened in the chair, sobered. ‘As ordered, I reported to the subject location, requested a consult. After a brief interview I was escorted to a lounge where Piper continued the interview personally. The data I offered was logged on her personal palm computer. I was offered refreshment.’ A quick flicker of amusement lighted in her eyes. ‘I accepted, believing this to be in character. Dallas, they have hot chocolate. I mean the genuine stuff, and sugar cookies. Christmas style. I ate three reindeer before I got ahold of myself.’
‘Keep that up and you’ll need a tarp to cover your ass.’
‘Yeah.’ But Peabody sighed in memory. ‘I indicated that I wanted to proceed immediately. Gave her a line about not wanting to be alone during the holidays. She was very sympathetic, personable. I can see why people who go in there trust her to fix them up. She wanted to pass me off to a consultant, but I balked. Said how I was so comfortable with her, and that this process was somewhat embarrassing for me. I offered to pay more, if necessary, to have her stick with me.’
‘Good thinking.’
‘She was sweet about it. Patted my hand. She walked me through the video herself, even coached me a little. Rudy came into it toward the end because she had a meeting to go to. He didn’t make me either. He flirted with me.’
‘In what way?’
‘In an automatic way. It was just part of the job, if you ask me. Approving smiles, compliments, hand holding. He is way not my type,’ she added, ‘but I played along. He offered me more hot chocolate, but I managed to resist. I also got a tour of the place, was shown a club area they have where matches can meet if they feel awkward about making the connection outside. Very tasteful, leaning toward elegant. They’ve got a small coffee shop, too, for the same purposes. That’s casual. There were several couples linking up in there.’ She wrinkled her nose. ‘I saw McNab getting the run-through, too.’