SHE HATED MEDIA CONFERENCES, BUT NEARLY always hated the media liaison1 more. It was suggested, by same, that Eve might prep for fifteen minutes with the media coach, and make use of the provided enhancements in order to present a more pleasant image on screen.
“Murder isn’t pleasant,” Eve snapped back as she strode toward the main doors of Cop Central.
“No, of course not.” The liaison jogged to keep up. “But we’re going to avoid words like murder. The prepared statement—”
“Isn’t going to be tasty when I stuff it down your throat. I’m not your mouthpiece, and this isn’t a political spin.”
“No, but there are ways to be informative2 and tactful.”
“Tact’s just bullshit with spit polish over it.”
Eve pushed through the doors. Tibble had opted3 for the steps of Central not only to show the sturdy symbol of the building, but, Eve guessed, to insure the briefing would remain short.
The March wind wasn’t being tactful.
She stepped up to the podium, and waited for the noise level to drop off. She picked Nadine out immediately. The bright red coat stood out like a beacon4.
“I have a statement, then I’ll take a few brief questions. The body of a twenty-eight-year-old woman identified as Sarifina York was found early this morning in East River Park. It has been determined5 that Ms. York was most likely abducted6 last Monday evening, held against her will for several days. The method in which she was murdered and the evidence gathered so far indicates Ms. York was killed by the same individual who took the lives of four women in a fifteen-day period in this city, nine years ago.”
That caused an eruption7, and she ignored it. She stood still and silent while questions and demands were hurled8 out. Stood still and silent until they ceased.
“The NYPSD has authorized9 and formed a task force. Its soul purpose will be to investigate this crime, and to apprehend10 and incarcerate11 the perpetrator. We will use every resource, every man-hour, and all the experience at our disposal to do so. Questions.”
They flew like missiles. But the fact that there were so many allowed her to cherry pick.
“How was she killed?” Eve repeated. “Ms. York was tortured over a period of days, and died as a result of blood loss. No, we do not have any suspects at this time, and yes, we are, and will continue to follow any and all leads.”
She fielded a few more, grateful her time was nearly up. She noted12 Nadine tossed out no questions, and had in fact moved out of the pack to talk on her ’link.
“You said she was tortured,” someone called out. “Can you give us details?”
“I neither can nor will. Those details are confidential13 to this investigation14. If they weren’t, I wouldn’t give them to you so you could broadcast her suffering and cause yet more pain for her family and friends. Her life was taken. And that’s more than enough for outrage15.”
She stepped back, turned, and walked through the doors of Central.
I t would take Nadine a few minutes to get up to Homicide and charm her way through any potential roadblocks to Eve’s office.
Besides, Eve thought, she could wait. Just wait.
First, Eve needed to speak to Roarke.
She caught the scent16 as soon as she stepped into the conference room, and much preferred it to the olfactory17 bombardment at Scentual.
Somebody, she thought, brought in gyros.
She made her way over to Roarke’s workstation, noted he’d gone for the cold-cut sub. He paused in his work long enough to pick up half the sub, hand it to her. “Eat something.”
She peered between the slabs18 of roll. “What is it?”
“No substance in nature, I can promise you. That’s why I said eat something.”
More to please him than out of appetite, she took a bite. “I need to talk to you.”
“If you’re after some answers on this chore you gave me, you won’t get any as yet. There are, literally19, countless20 homes, private residences, warehouses21, and other potential structures in New York, the boroughs22, into New Jersey23, that have been owned by the same person or persons or organization for the last decade.”
“How are you handling it?”
“Dividing into sections—quadrants, you could say. Subdividing24 by types of structure, then by types of ownership. It’s bloody26 tedious work.”
“You asked for it.”
“So I did.” Watching her, he picked up a bottle of water, drank.
“There’s something else. The lab’s identified the soap and shampoo used to wash down the vic.”
“Quick work.”
“Yeah, Dickhead’s got his teeth in it. He worked the case before.”
“Ah.”
“He uses extremely high-end products. Very exclusive. Only one outlet27 in New York, two locations. It’s yours.”
“Mine?” He sat back, eyes cold and hard on her face. “And so was the sheet he used.”
“That’s right.” Now, simply because it was there and so was she, Eve took another bite of mystery-meat sub. “Someone less cynical28 might think coincidence, particularly since you manufacture or own big, fat chunks29 of everything.”
“But you and I aren’t less cynical.”
“No, and so I tagged Feeney and put you into the Missing Persons search he was running. You’re not going to like it.”
“Who is she?”
“Gia Rossi.” She picked up his water, took a gulp30. “She’s a trainer and instructor31 at BodyWorks. Do you know her?”
“No.” He pressed his fingers to his eyes a moment, then dropped them. “No, I don’t believe so. Were there any of these connects, any of these overlaps32 in the previous investigation to me or mine?”
“No, not that I know of, and I started a check on the way back. He changed the products with this one. If you’re part of the reason, we need to figure out why. A competitor maybe, a former employee. We need to work that angle.”
“When did he take the second one?”
“She was reported missing yesterday. I don’t have the details yet—Feeney’s on it. I’ve got to go pull another chain now, but we’re going to dig into this. I know this is a kick in the ass33, but it’s also a mistake. His mistake. There was nothing connecting the victims in any of the other cases. Now there is.”
“Yes. Now there is.”
“I’m sorry, I have to go do this.”
“Go on. I’ll stick with this for now.”
She didn’t kiss him, though part of her wanted to, just to give comfort. Instead she laid her hand over his, squeezed gently. Then left him.
She started back toward her office and crossed paths with Baxter. “Got nothing,” he told her. “Reinterviewed the sister, went to the club, talked to the vic’s neighbors. Big zero.”
“Ex?”
“Out of town for the weekend. Neighbor said he went snowboarding out in Colorado.”
“Why would anybody deliberately34 jump and flop35 around in the snow, on a mountain?” she wondered.
“Beats me. I like summer sports, where the women are very, very scantily36 clad. Snow and ice? No skin.”
“You’re such a pig, Baxter.”
“And proud of it. Do you want me to run down the ex? The neighbor thought he knew where the guy was staying. He’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“We’ll hit him once he gets back. Check with Jenkinson. See how far he and Powell have gotten going down the list of people interviewed in the other cases. You and Trueheart can help them run through it. Media’s out with this now, which means by tomorrow we’ll be buried in looney leads. We’ll have to follow up on them, so let’s clear this first plate today.”
Nadine was waiting, sitting in the visitor’s chair, legs crossed, examining her nails as she talked on her headset.
“You have to reschedule or cancel,” she said. “No. No. We agreed in writing when I took this that if and when I had something hot, something I felt it was necessary to pursue personally, it would take precedence over everything else. That was the deal.”
She looked over at Eve, rolled her clever green eyes. “That’s what assistants are for, and assistants to assistants. And as far as the piece, the reporter can reschedule. I know. I’m a goddamn reporter.”
She yanked off the headset.
“Heavy is the price of fame,” Eve said.
“Tell me, but I wear it so very well. Can I have coffee?”
Obligingly, Eve moved to the AutoChef. Her own system kept begging to sag37. Coffee would put it back on alert. Nadine sat, saying nothing.
She did wear fame well, Eve supposed. The streaky and stylish38 hair, the sharp features, the camera-ready suit. But Eve knew: Though Nadine might have her own show, though Now’s ratings were reputedly higher than a souped-up chemi-head, the woman was exactly what she’d claimed—a goddamn reporter.
“Who were you talking to during the briefing?”
“Who do you think?” Nadine countered.
Eve turned, offered the coffee. “Your research people to give you the pertinent39 details of the case from nine years ago.”
Nadine smiled, sipped40. “Look who’s wearing her thinking cap today.”
“Some of the details on that investigation leaked.”
“Some,” Nadine agreed and the smile faded. “Some of the details on how the victims were tortured. I imagine there was a lot more, a lot worse, that didn’t leak.”
“There was more. There was worse.”
“You worked it.”
“Feeney was primary, I was his partner.”
“I wasn’t in New York nine years ago. I was fighting my way out of a second-rate network affiliate41 in South Philly. But I remember this case. I remember these murders. I bullied42 my way into doing a series of reports on them. That’s part of what got me out of South Philly hell.”
“Small world.”
Nadine nodded, sipped more coffee. “What do you want?”
“You’ve got that research department at your fingertips now, being you’re a big shot.” Eve eased a hip25 down on the corner of her desk. “I want everything, anything you can dig up on the murders. All the murders. Here, Europe, Florida, South America.”
Nadine blinked. “What? Where?”
“I’m going to explain it all to you, off the record, then you can put your researchers and your own honed skills on the scent. He’s already got the second one, Nadine.”
“Oh, God.”
“Can’t help her. Odds43 are slim we’ll track him fast enough to save her. I need to know everything I can know. Maybe we can save the one he’s hunting now.”
“Let me think.” Closing her eyes, Nadine sat back. She drank more coffee. “I’ve got a couple of smart people I can bully44 and bribe45 to keep the work and the results off the radar46. I’m pretty damn smart myself, so that’s three.” Nodding, she sat up again. “You know I’d do this because I believe a life is worth more than a story. Marginally,” she said with a smile. “I’d do it because you and I are friends who also happen to respect each other to play it straight. No payback required.”
“I know that. Just like you know I’m going to pay you back.”
Nadine cocked a brow. “Being pretty damn smart, I’m not going to say no. A one-on-one exclusive with you.”
“After he’s bagged, not before.”
“Deal. A live appearance on Now.”
“Don’t push it.”
Nadine laughed. “By any member of your team you choose—with portions of that exclusive—and did I mention extensive—interview by you to run during the show. Recorded prior.”
Eve thought it through. “I can work with that.”
“Okay. To get details, I need details.” Nadine pulled out her recorder, cocked her head. “All right?”
“All right.”
T here was something unnerving on some visceral level about working in a cop shop. It was an interesting experience, Roarke thought, but very, very strange for someone with his…colorful background.
He’d worked with cops—in addition to his own—a number of times now, had had cops in his home professionally and socially. But working in a war room in the core of Cop Central for the best part of a day, well, that was a different kettle.
They came and went, he noted. Clipping into the room, clipping out again, communicating for the most part in that cop speak that was oddly formal, as clipped as their footsteps and somehow colorful all at the same time.
He was flanked by McNab whom he had great fondness for, and the dark, curvy, and sloe-eyed Callendar. They might sit, or stand and walk—almost dance—around as they worked. Slogging through data, searching for just one vital byte. Busy bees in their busy hive.
As for colorful, well, excepting their captain, it appeared the e-division went for the flashy. McNab with his bright yellow jeans, the turquoise47 shirt with what appeared to be flying turtles winging across it. He had his long blond hair sleeked48 back in a tail and secured with a thick yellow band. On either side of his thin, pretty face, his earlobes were weighted down with a complex series of hoops49 and studs.
Roarke wondered why, honestly, anyone would wish to have that many holes punched into his flesh.
But the boy had a way about him, and was damn clever at this job.
The girl, for she looked barely twenty, was an unknown. She had burnt honey skin, masses and masses of black curly hair pinned in a multitude of hanks with a neon rainbow of clips. Silver hoops he could have punched his fists through hung at her ears. She wore baggy50, multipocketed pants in bleeding colors of lavender and pink with a snug51 green sweater that exclaimed E-GODS! across her rather impressive breasts.
She had long, emerald-colored nails, and when she went to manual they clicked against the keys like mad castanets.
She, like McNab, appeared to be tireless—brightly wrapped bundles of energy barely contained so that something on them constantly jiggled or bounced. A foot, a head, shoulders, ass.
Fascinating.
“Yo, Blondie-Boy,” she called out and McNab glanced over his shoulder.
“You talking to me, D-Cup?”
“You’re up. Liquid.”
“Can do. You want?” he said to Roarke. “Something to drink.”
“Yes, thanks.”
“Buzz or no buzz?”
It took Roarke a moment to translate, and in that moment he felt very old. “Could use the buzz.”
“On it.” As McNab bounced out of the room, Callendar sent Roarke a quick and pretty smile.
“So, you’re like absolutely packed, right? Doing the backstroke in the megawealth. What’s that like?”
“Betcha.” With a push of her feet, she sent her chair skidding53 over so she could see his screen. “Wow. Multitudinous data with simo searches and cross. You got secondary recog going, too?”
This, he could easily translate. “I do. Checking like names, anagrams, cross dates. Lay it down for a spread, go deep for ancestry54 and other potential connects.”
“Smart. McNab said you were frosty in there. Serious mining.” She looked back at her own station. “All around.”
She slid back to her work, and jiggling her shoulders to some internal tune55, went back to the task at hand.
Amused, he turned back to his own work, then stopped when Eve and Feeney came in.
Gia Rossi, he thought, as the name, the idea of her that he’d made himself set aside, pushed once again into the forefront of his mind.
His eyes met Eve’s, so he pushed back from the work to walk to her.
“We need to update the team regarding Rossi,” Eve said. “Those in the field will be briefed via ’link. We need to factor your connection in.”
“Understood.”
“Okay, then.”
Peabody came in, sent Roarke a quiet, sympathetic look. She crossed over to insert a new data disc.
“We have an update,” Eve announced, and the clacking, the bouncing, the voices, and shuffling56 ceased. “We have reason to believe a woman reported as missing since Thursday night was abducted by our unsub. Rossi, Gia.”
Peabody ordered the image and data on screen. “Age thirty-one, brown and brown, height five feet, five inches, one hundred and twenty-two pounds. She was last seen leaving her place of employment, a fitness center called BodyWorks on West Forty-sixth. Captain Feeney.”
“Rossi’s ex-husband,” Feeney began, “one Riley, Jaymes, notified the police at oh-eight-hundred Friday morning. Per procedure, she wasn’t formally listed as missing until the twenty-four-hour time limit had passed. The subject did not return home as expected on Thursday night where she was scheduled to meet her ex who, according to his statement, was there to drop off the dog they had joint57 custody58 of.”
There were a few of the expected smirks59 at this, and Feeney just eyeballed the smirkers until they faded away.
“Neighbors confirm the arrangement. Nor was Riley able to reach her via her pocket ’link. We’ve confirmed that he did, in fact, attempt to ascertain60 her whereabouts by contacting her coworkers, her friends. The statements given to the responding officer and to me have been corroborated61. He is not considered involved in her disappearance62.
“Habitually the subject exited the building on Forty-sixth and walked west to Broadway, then north to the Forty-ninth Street subway. We’ll canvass63 for witnesses in that area. Transit64 Authority security discs do not show the subject entering that station on Thursday evening, nor has her Metro65 pass been used since Thursday morning. Witnesses do verify the subject left the building at approximately seventeen-thirty on the night in question. She was wearing a black coat, black sweatpants, a gray sweatshirt with the BodyWorks logo, and a gray watch cap.”
He stepped back, looked at Eve. “Lieutenant.”
“The subject fits the established pattern. Probability runs exceed ninety-six percent that she was taken and is being held by the unsub. Her disappearance and other information gathered today add another element to the pattern. Both York and Rossi were employed by an arm of Roarke Enterprises. Given the breadth of that organization, that factor alone scores low on the probability scale for a connect. However, the soap and shampoo identified by brand by the lab has been determined to be manufactured and sold through subsidiaries of that organization, as was the sheet used with York.”
Roarke felt the eyes on him, and the speculation66. Accepted them.
“The probability is high,” Eve continued, “that there’s a connection on some level between the unsub and Roarke Enterprises. To this point, no connection, no central point has ever been determined. Now we have one, and we’re going to use it. The hair and body products are extreme high-end and have limited outlets67. He bought them somewhere. McNab, find out where.”
“On it.”
“Callendar, take the sheet, cross-reference purchases with McNab’s data. Roarke.”
“Lieutenant.”
“Employee lists. Find and pull out individuals who fit the pattern and work or live in the city. He takes them from the city. He will, in all likelihood, move on number three within a matter of days. We need names.”
“You’ll have them.”
“Jenkinson, I want a full and detailed68 report from you and Powell by nineteen hundred. Baxter, the same from you and Trueheart. I’ll be available twenty-four/seven, and expect to be notified immediately should any new data come to light. We’ll brief again at oh-eight-hundred. That’s it.”
She pulled off her headset. “Peabody.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Log and copy, then go home and get some sleep. Feeney, can you look over the e-work to date, send me a basic rundown?”
“Can and will,” Feeney confirmed.
“Roarke, go ahead and log and copy what you’ve got so far, then shoot additionals to my unit here and at home. When you’re done, I need you in my office.”
Eve walked out, contacting Mira’s office on the way. “Put me through to her,” she ordered Mira’s overprotective admin. “Don’t give me any crap.”
“Right away.”
“Eve.” Mira’s face swam on, and instantly her eyes registered concern. “You look exhausted69.”
“Second wind blew out, I’m waiting for the third to blow in. I need a sit-down with you.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll clear any time that works for you.”
“I want to say now, but I need that wind before I start digging through the psychology70 of this. And there’s more data that needs to be factored in from your end. Peabody’s sending you a copy of the update right about now.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
“After the eight-o’clock briefing.”
“I’ll come to you. Get some sleep, Eve.”
“I’m going to factor that in, somewhere.”
She went into her office, programmed more coffee, and considered popping one of the departmentally approved energy pills. But they always made her jittery71.
She drank, standing72 at her narrow office window, looking out at her slice of the city. Commuter73 trams were crisscrossing the sky, lights beaming against the growing dark.
Time to go home, time to have dinner and kick back, watch a little screen.
Below, the street was thick with traffic, with people thinking just the same as those who chugged along above their heads.
And somewhere out there was a man who really enjoyed his work. He wasn’t thinking about kicking back.
Did he take a dinner break? she wondered. Have a nice, hearty74 meal before he went back to the business at hand? When had he started on Gia Rossi? When did he start the clock?
Forty-seven hours missing, Eve thought. But he wouldn’t start it ticking until he got down to it. Number two always started after number one was finished.
She didn’t hear Roarke come in, he had a skill for silence. But she sensed him. “Maybe we’ll get lucky,” she said. “Maybe he won’t start on her until tomorrow. We’ve got another angle to work this time, so we could get lucky.”
“She’s gone. You know it.”
Eve turned. He looked angry, she thought, which was probably a good thing, and just a little worn around the edges, which was a rare one. “I don’t know it until I’m standing over her body. That’s the way I’m dealing75 with it. We’re going home. We can work from home.”
He closed the door behind him. “I looked her up. She’s worked for me for nearly four years. Her parents are divorced. She has a younger brother, a half brother, a stepsister. She went to college in Baltimore, where her mother and younger brother still live. Her employee evaluations76 have been, consistently, excellent. She was given a raise three weeks ago.”
“You know this isn’t your fault.”
“Fault?” He could be faulted for a great deal, he knew and accepted that. But not for this. “No. But somewhere in it, I may very well be the reason these particular women die at this particular time.”
“Reason has nothing to do with it. You’re no good to me if you screw yourself up with misplaced guilt77. You do that, you’re out.”
“You can’t push me out,” he countered, with considerable heat. “With or without your bleeding task force, your sodding procedure, I’m bloody well in this.”
“Fine. Waste time pissing on me then.” She grabbed her coat. “That’s helpful.”
She started to shove by him, but he grabbed her arm, swung her around. For an instant the rage was carved into his face. Then he yanked her against him, banded his arms around her.
“I have to piss on someone. You’re handy.”
“Maybe.” She let herself relax against him. “Okay, maybe. But you have to think in a clear line with this. I need your brain, as well as your resources. It’s another advantage we didn’t have nine years ago.”
“Knowing you’re right doesn’t make it easier to swallow. I’ve got to get out of this place,” he said as he eased back. “That’s God’s shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking.”
“Hey.”
He tapped his finger on her chin. “Excepting one.”
She hauled up the file bag she wanted to take with her. “Let’s go.”
She drove primarily because she knew the battle uptown would keep her awake. A hot shower, she thought, something quick and solid in her stomach, and she’d be good to go for a few more hours.
“Summerset would be useful,” Roarke considered.
“As what, a hockey stick?”
“The employee files, Eve. He can run those, generate a list of women who fit this pattern who work for me. It would free my time up for other things.”
“All right, as long as he understands he answers to me. And that I get to debase him and ream him out as is often necessary with those under my command. And adds some entertainment to my day.”
“Because you’re so good at it.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a knack78.” She scanned the army of vehicles heading north, the throngs79 of pedestrians80 hustling81 along on the sidewalk, the glides82, or bullying83 their way on the crosswalks. “Nobody notices things—other people. Sure, if somebody jumps out of a building and lands on their head, it gives them a moment’s pause, but they don’t click to a woman being forced into a car or a van or Christ knows unless she puts up one hell of a stink84 about it. Mostly, they just keep their heads down and keep going.”
“Cynicism is another of your finely tuned85 skills. It’s not always so, not with everyone.”
She shrugged86. “No, not always. He’s slick about it, or has some cover, something people don’t register. If she kicked up enough fuss, yeah, somebody would notice. They might not do anything about it, but they’d notice. So no overt87 struggle on the street. One of the working theories is he drugs them somehow rather than overpowers them.
“Quick jab,” she added. “Wraps an arm around her. ‘Hey, Sari, how you doing?’ Just a guy walking along with some zoned-out woman, helping88 her into his ride. Ride would need to be close to wherever he picks her up. Going to hit lots and garages tomorrow.”
When she drove through the gates of home, she couldn’t remember ever being more grateful to see the jut89 and spread of the gorgeous house, to see the lights in the windows.
“Going to grab a shower, grab something to eat in my office.”
“You’re going to grab some sleep,” he corrected. “You’re burnt, Eve.”
No question she was, but it annoyed her to have it pointed90 out. “I got some left.”
“Bollocks. You haven’t slept in more than thirty-six hours. Neither have I, come to that. We both need some sleep.”
“I’ll take a couple hours after I set up a board here, review some notes.”
Rather than argue—he was too bloody tired to bother—he said nothing. He’d just dump her into bed bodily, and he imagined once she was horizontal for thirty seconds, she’d be unconscious.
She parked in front of the house, grabbed her file bag.
She knew Summerset would be in the foyer, and he didn’t disappoint. “Fill your personal cadaver91 in,” Eve said before Summerset could speak. “I’m hitting the showers before I get started on this.”
She headed straight up, neglecting to take off her coat and sling92 it over the newel as was her habit. And which, she knew, irritated Summerset’s bony ass. Once she was out of sight, she rubbed at her gritty eyes, and allowed the yawn that had been barely suppressed to escape.
The shower was going to feel like a miracle.
She dumped the bag in the bedroom, shrugged out of her coat. As she hit the release on her weapon harness, her gaze landed on the bed. Maybe five minutes down, she considered. Five off her feet, then she could shower without risking drowning herself.
Tossing the harness aside, she climbed the platform where the bed spread like the silk clouds of heaven. She slid onto it, stretching out across it, facedown.
And beat Roarke’s guess by being out in ten seconds flat.
He came in five minutes later, saw her on the bed, with the cat slung93 across her ass. “Well, then,” Roarke addressed Galahad. “At least we won’t have to fight about it. But for Christ’s sake, couldn’t she have pulled off her boots? How can she sleep well like that?”
He pulled them off himself—and she didn’t stir a bit—pulled off his own. Then he simply stretched out beside her, draped an arm around her waist.
He dropped out nearly as quickly as she had.
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