IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG FOR ROARKE TO MAKE arrangements. In the end, however, it would be more than the appearance he was tending to his own organization. He’d have to put in some time on just that, once he could get to his home office, juggling1 deals and finance with murder.
But for now he headed back to the war room to keep the various balls of his e-work in the air. He caught sight of Eve coming from the direction of her office. With a few yards between them, he watched her—long, quick strides. Places to go, he thought, murderers to catch.
He stopped off, grabbing a bottle of water for both of them, then walked in.
She’d gone to Feeney’s station. The cop Feeney was working with—the detail-minded young Newkirk’s father, Roarke remembered—nodded, and gathering2 a few discs, shifted to another area.
So she wanted a direct with Feeney, Roarke concluded. He went to his own station to work on a problem, and to study their dynamics3.
He could see Feeney absorb the information, see Feeney’s eyes narrow in consideration. And the faintest frown of concern. There was some back-and-forth, rapid-fire on Feeney’s part, then he scratched his ear, dipped into his pocket. Out came a bag.
It would be nuts, Roarke knew, as Feeney dipped into it, then held it out to Eve.
Taking that as a signal they were now at the thinking through and strategy stage, Roarke rose to walk over and join them.
“Raised his sights considerably,” Feeney said to Roarke.
“So it would seem.”
Feeney swiveled idly left to right, right to left, in his chair as he spoke4. “We can wire her up, no problem there. Could put a camera on her, too. Give us eyes if and when we need them.”
“I don’t want him spotting a camera,” Eve began.
“I have something.” Roarke looked at Feeney. “The new generation of the HD Mole5. XT-Micro. Most often used lapel-style, but as she’s not known for accessorizing it can be easily reconfigured into a button—shirt or jacket. Voice print option. She can activate6 or deactivate7 it with any choice of keyword or phrase.”
“She’s standing8 right here,” Eve pointed9 out.
“There were a couple bugs10 in the last generation,” Feeney pointed out, easily ignoring Eve.
“Exterminated,” Roarke assured him. “It would take care of audio and video, and with the XT model—unless she’s going up against top-level security—it wouldn’t be detected.”
Feeney nodded and munched12. “We can go with that. Like to have a look at it first.”
“I’ve got one coming in now. I used a multitrack homer on her vehicle, military grade.”
In appreciation13 of the high-level equipment, Feeney let out a low whistle, along with a quick grin. “We sure as hell won’t lose her, even if she decides to drive down to Argentina. We’ll set up receivers here, and in the mobile. Shadow team can give her five or six blocks.”
“What about air?”
“We can mobilize if we have to.”
“It’s not a bloody14 coup,” Eve muttered. “It’s one homicidal old man.”
“Who’s captured, tortured, and killed twenty-four women.”
Eve merely scowled15 at Roarke. “I think if he goes through the goddamn window, I can take him. You two go ahead and set up all the e-toys you want. But let’s remember, it’s not just smoking him out. It’s getting in. For Rossi and Greenfeld to have a chance, we have to get to them. I have to get inside, let him think he’s lured16 me in. We take him outside his place, there’s no guarantee we’ll nail down where he’s keeping them.”
She had their attention now, waited a beat. “I’m not having these two women bleed or starve to death because we’re so worried about keeping my skin in place we take him down or put him down before we know where they are. Their safety is paramount17. That’s a directive from the primary.”
Feeney rattled18 his bag of nuts, held it out to Roarke. “Gil and I boxed in a few locations and individuals worth checking out.”
“Peabody and I will take that. That’s SOP19 if he’s watching. Give me what you’ve got. How long before your shiny new toy gets here?” she asked Roarke.
“Should be along in ten or fifteen minutes now.”
“Good enough. I’ll go dig out the stupid vests.” She signaled to Peabody. “Roarke, you’re going to have to arrange your own transpo home.”
“Understood. Lieutenant20, a moment.” Roarke walked with her to the door. “I want those women back, safe, as much as you. I also like your skin exactly where it is. We’re going to find a way to make all of that work. And that’s a directive from the man who loves you. So watch your ass11, or I’ll be first in line to kick it.”
He knew she wouldn’t like it, but he needed it, so caught her chin in his hand and kissed her, hard and brief, before walking away.
“Awww.” Peabody sighed a little as she hustled21 out of the war room behind Eve. “That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, ass-kickings are sugar in our house. Locker22 room. Vests.”
“Vests? That would be more than one?”
“I wear one, you wear one.”
“Aw,” Peabody repeated, but in an entirely23 different tone.
In under forty minutes they were in the garage, vested and wired. Peabody tugged24 on her jacket. “This makes me look fat, doesn’t it? I know it makes me look fat, and I’m still carrying a couple pounds of winter weight.”
“We’re not trying to distract the son of a bitch with your frosty figure, Peabody.”
“Easy for you to say.” Shifting, she tried to get a look at her reflection in a side-view mirror. “This damn thing thickens my entire middle, which doesn’t need any help in that area. I look like a stump25. A tree stump.”
“Stumps26 don’t have arms and legs.”
“They have branches. But I guess if they have branches, they aren’t technically27 stumps. So what I look like is a stunted28 tree.” She dropped into the passenger seat. “I now have extra motivation for taking this bastard29 down. He’s made me look like a stunted tree.”
“Yeah, we’re going to fry his ass for that one.” Eve pulled out. “Watch for a tail. Activate, Dallas,” she said to test the recorder. “You copy?”
“Eyes and ears five-by-five,” Feeney responded. “Shadow will hang back, minimum of three blocks.”
“Copy that, remaining open while in the field.”
They took the former dead wagon30 rider first. He’d done well for himself, Eve mused31. Had a dignified32 old brownstone all to himself in a quiet West Village neighborhood.
A droid answered the door—a stupendously designed female Eve would have gauged33 as more usual in the sexual gratification department than the domestic. Smoky eyes, smoky voice, smoky hair, all in a snug34 black skin-suit.
“If you’d like to wait in the foyer, I’ll tell Mr. Dobbins you’re here.” She walked off—more slinked off, Eve thought, like a lithe35 and predatory feline36.
“If all she does is vacuum around here,” Peabody commented, “I’m a size two.”
“She may vacuum, after she polishes the old man’s brass37.”
“Women are so crude,” Roarke said in her ear.
“Mute the chatter38.” Eve studied the foyer.
More of a wide hallway, she noted39, with the light coming in through the front door’s ornate glass panel. Doors on either side, kitchen area probably in the back. Bedrooms upstairs.
A lot of room for a man to shuffle40 around in.
He did just that, shuffled41 in on bunged-up slippers42. He wore baggy43 sweats, and had his near-shoulder-length hair combed back and dyed a hard and improbable black.
His face was too thin, his mouth too full, his body too slight to be the man both Trina and Loni had spoken with.
“Mr. Dobbins.”
“That’s right. I want to see some identification, or you’re both turning right back around.”
He studied Eve’s badge, then Peabody’s, his mouth moving silently as he read. “All right then, what’s this about?”
“We’re investigating the murder of a woman in Chelsea,” Eve began.
“That Groom44 business.” Dobbins wagged a finger. “I read the papers, I watch the news, don’t I? If you people did your jobs and protected people you wouldn’t have to come around here asking me questions. Cops come around here years ago when that girl across the street was murdered.”
“Did you know her, Mr. Dobbins? The girl who was murdered nine years ago?”
“Saw her coming and going, didn’t I? Never spoke to her. Saw this new one’s picture on screen. Never spoke to her, either.”
“Did you ever see this new girl?” Eve asked.
“On the screen, didn’t I just say? Don’t get up to Chelsea. Got what I need right here, don’t I?”
“I’m sure you do. Mr. Dobbins, your father drove a morgue truck during the Urban Wars?”
“Dead wagon. I rode with him most days. Loaded up corpses45 right, left, and sideways. Got a live one now and again somebody took for dead. I want to sit down.”
He simply turned around and shuffled through the doorway46 to the right. After exchanging glances, Eve and Peabody followed.
The living area was stuffed with worn furniture. The walls might once have been some variation of white, but were now the dingy47 yellow of bad teeth.
Dobbins sat, took a cigarette from a tarnished48 silver tray, and lighted it. “A man can still smoke in his own damn house. You people haven’t taken that away. A man’s home is his damn castle.”
“You have a lovely home, Mr. Dobbins,” Peabody commented. “I love the brownstones in this area. We’re lucky so many of them survived the Urbans. That must’ve been a terrible time.”
“Not so bad. Got through it. Toughened me up, too.” He jabbed the air with the cigarette as if to prove it. “Seen more by the time I was twenty than most see in a hundred twenty.”
“I can’t even imagine. Is it true that there were so many dead in some areas, the only way to keep a record of them was to write an identification number right on the bodies?”
“That’s the way it was.” He blew out a stream of smoke, shook his finger. “Looters get to them first, they’d take everything, strip them right down. I’d write the sector49 we found them on the body so we could keep track. Haul them in, and the dead house doc would write the number after that, record it in a book. Waste of time mostly. Just meat by then anyway.”
“Do you keep in touch with anybody from back then? People who worked like you did, or the doctors, the medics?”
“What for? They find out you’ve got a little money, they just want a handout50.” He shrugged52 it off. “Saw Earl Wallace a few years back. He’d ride shotgun on the wagon sometimes. Stirred myself to go to Doc Yumecki’s funeral, I guess five, six years back. Paid my respects. He was worth respecting, and there aren’t many. Gave him a nice send-off. Grandson did it. Waked him in the parlor53 instead of the main house, but it was a nice send-off all the same.”
“Would you know how to reach Mr. Wallace, or Dr. Yumecki’s grandson?”
“How the hell should I know? I check the obits. I see somebody I know who’s worth the time, I go to their send-off. Said we would back then, so I do.”
“What did you say back then?” Eve prompted.
“Dead everywhere.” His eyes blurred54, and Eve imagined he could see it—still see it. “No send-off. Ya burned them up, or you buried them, and mostly with company, you could say. So, those of us that carted them in, ID’d and disposed, we said how when it was our time, we’d have a send-off, and those of us still living and able would come. So that’s what I do.”
“Who else does it? From the Urbans?”
Dobbins took one more drag. “Don’t remember names. See a few now and again.”
“How about this one?” Eve took out the sketch55. “Have you seen this man?”
“No. Looks a little bit like Taker maybe. A little.”
“Taker?”
“We picked up the bodies, dropped them off. He took them, so he was Taker. Went to his send-off twenty years back, maybe more. Big one for Taker.” He sucked wetly on the cigarette. “Good food. Long time dead.”
Out in the car again, Eve sat a moment to think. “Could be an act—bitter, slightly tipped old man. But that’s reaching.”
“He could’ve worn a disguise when Trina saw him.”
“Could’ve,” Eve agreed, “but I’d say Trina would have spotted56 any major face work. It’s what she does. Let’s run down the two names he remembered.”
H er next stop was a Hugh Klok off Washington Square Park. The victim Dobbins had seen “coming and going” had been dumped there. Gil Newkirk’s notes stated that Klok had been questioned, as were the other neighbors. Klok was listed as an antiquities57 dealer58 who had purchased and renovated59 the property several years before the murders.
He was listed as cooperative and unilluminating.
Antiquities turned a good profit if you knew what you were doing. Eve assumed Klok did as the property was impressive. What had originally been a pair of town houses had been merged60 into one large home, set back from the street by a wide courtyard.
“Pretty spruce,” Peabody commented as they approached the courtyard’s ornamental61 iron gate.
Eve pressed the button on the gate and was momentarily ordered by a computerized voice to state her business.
“Police. We’d like to speak with Mr. Hugh Klok.” She held up her badge for scanning.
Mr. Klok is not in residence at this time. You may leave your message at this security point or—if you choose—pass through and leave same with a member of the household staff.
“Option two. Might as well get a closer look,” she said to Peabody.
The gate chinked open. They crossed the bricked courtyard, climbed a short flight of steps to the main level. The door opened immediately. This, too, was a droid, but fashioned to represent a dignified middle-aged62 man.
“I’m authorized63 to take your message for Mr. Klok.”
“Where’s Mr. Klok?”
“Mr. Klok is away on business.”
“Where?”
“I’m not authorized to relay that information. If this is an emergency or the business you have with him of great import, I will contact Mr. Klok immediately so that he can, in turn, contact you. He is, however, expected home within the next day or two.”
Behind the dignified droid was a large, dignified entrance hall. And surrounding it Eve sensed a great deal of uninhabited space. “Tell Mr. Klok to contact Lieutenant Eve Dallas, NYPSD, Cop Central, upon his return.”
“Of course.”
“How long has he been gone?”
“Mr. Klok has been out of residence these past two weeks.”
“Does Mr. Klok live alone?”
“He does.”
“Any houseguests in his absence?”
“There are no guests in residence.”
“Okay.” She’d have preferred to get inside, snoop around a little. But without warrant or cause, there was no legal way past the threshold.
She left the Klok house for a bustling64 section of Little Italy.
One of the victims had been a waitress in a restaurant owned by Tomas Pella. Pella had served on the Home Force during the Urbans, and in them had lost a brother, a sister, and his bride of two months. His young, doomed65 wife had served as a medic.
He’d never remarried, had instead opened and owned three successful restaurants before selling out eight years before.
“Reclusive, according to Newkirk’s notes,” Eve said. “Also listed as hot-tempered and angry.”
He lived in a trim whitewashed66 home within shouting distance of bakeries, markets, cafés.
When she was greeted for the third time by a droid—female again, but of the comfortable domestic style—Eve concluded that men of that generation preferred electronic to human.
“Lieutenant Dallas, Detective Peabody. We’d like to speak to Mr. Tomas Pella.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Pella is very ill.”
“Oh, yeah? How’s that?”
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss his medical condition with you without his authorization67. Is there any other way I can be of help?”
“Is he lucid68? Conscious? Able to speak?”
“Yes, but he requires rest and quiet.”
Droids were tougher than humans on some levels, but could still be bullied69 and intimidated70. “I require an interview with him.” Eve tapped her badge, kept her eyes keen and level. “I think it would disturb his rest and quiet a great deal more if I had to get a warrant and bring police medicals in here to evaluate his condition. Is there a medical with him?”
“Yes. There’s a medical with him at all times.”
“Then inform the medical that if Mr. Pella is awake and lucid, we need to speak with him. Got that?”
“Yes, of course.” She stepped back, shutting the door behind them before going to a house ’link. “If Mr. Pella is able, there are two police officers here who insist on speaking to him. Yes, I’ll wait.”
The domestic glanced back at Eve and looked as intimidated as a droid could manage.
The entrance boasted soaring ceilings, and was elegantly if sparely furnished. The staircase was directly to the left, a straight, sleek71 line, the treads were highly polished wood with a faded red runner climbing their center. The chandelier was three tiers of blown glass in shades of pale, delicate blue.
She wandered a few feet farther to glance to the right, into a formal parlor. Photographs lined the creamy white mantel, and from the style of dress worn in them, she judged them to be a gallery of Pella’s dead. Parents, siblings72, the pretty and forever young face of his wife.
Third man on the list, she thought, and it could be said—in this case—that Pella occupied a house of the dead.
“If you’d come with me?” The droid folded her hands neatly73 at her waist. “Mr. Pella will see you, but his medical requests you make your visit as brief as possible.”
When Eve didn’t answer, the droid simply turned and started up the steps. They creaked softly, Eve noted. Little moans and groans74 of age. At the top was a landing, which split right and left. The droid walked to the right, and stopped at the first door.
It would, Eve thought, overlook the street and the bustle75 of life outside.
It wasn’t life she sensed when they stepped inside. If this was a house of the dead, this was its master chamber76.
The bed was enormous, canopied77, with head-and footboards deeply carved with what she supposed were cherubs78 on the wing. The light was dim, drapes drawn79 fully80 across the tall windows.
The man in bed was ghostly pale, propped81 against white pillows. An oxygen breather was fixed82 over his face, and above it his eyes were almost colorless and full of bitter rage.
“What do you want?”
For a sick man, his voice was strong enough, though the breather made it raspy. Fueled, perhaps, by what Eve saw in his eyes.
“Sir.” The medical was female, sturdy and competent. “You mustn’t upset yourself.”
“Go to hell.” He tossed it off like a shrug51. “And get out.”
“Sir.”
“Out. I’m still in charge around here. You get out. And you.” He pointed a finger that shook slightly at Eve. “What do you want?”
“We’re investigating the murder of a woman whose body was found in East River Park.”
“The Groom. Back again. I was a groom once.”
“So I hear.” She stepped closer to the bed. She couldn’t insist he remove the breather, and with that and the poor light, his features were difficult to distinguish. But she saw his hair was white, his face round. She would have said somewhat doughy—and thought: steroids. “You’re aware she was killed in the same way Anise Waters, who worked for you, was killed nine years ago.”
“Nine years. A fingersnap of time, or a life sentence. Depends, doesn’t it?”
“Time’s relative?” she asked, watching those eyes.
“Time’s a son of a bitch. You’ll find out.”
“Eventually.”
“You cops looked me over nine years ago. Now you’re back to do the same? Well, take a look.”
“When’s the last time you were out of bed?”
“I can get up whenever I damn well please.” There was frustrated83 insult in his voice as he shifted to sit up straighter. “Can’t get very far, but I can damn well get up. You thinking I got up and killed that girl. Grabbed myself a couple others?”
“You’re well informed, Mr. Pella.”
“What the hell else do I have to do all damn day but watch the screen.” He jerked his chin toward the one on the wall opposite the bed. “I know who you are. Roarke’s cop.”
“Is that a problem for you?”
He grinned, his teeth showing through the breather.
“How about him.” Eve pulled out the sketch. “Do you know who he is?”
He glanced toward the sketch in a way that told Eve he was ready to dismiss it all. Then she saw something come into his eyes, saw something pass in and out in that beat where he really looked at the face. “Who is he?”
“Guy who likes to kill women, be my guess.” That hard resistance was back on his face, the screw you expression. “From where I’m sitting, that would be your problem, not mine.”
“I can do a lot to make it your problem, too. Do you like brunettes, Mr. Pella?”
“I don’t have time for women. They don’t listen to you. Die on you.”
“You served on the Home Force during the Urbans.”
“Killed men, women, too. But they called it heroic. She was busy saving lives when they killed her. Somebody probably said that was heroic. None of it was. Killing84’s killing, and you never get it out of your head.”
“Did you identify her body?”
“I’m not talking about that anymore. You don’t talk about Therese anymore.”
“Are you dying, Mr. Pella?”
“Everyone’s dying.” He grinned again. “Some of us are just closer to finishing it than others.”
“What’s finishing you?”
“Tumor. Beat it back, been beating it back for ten years. This time they say it’s going to beat me. We’ll see about that.”
“Any objection to my partner and me looking around while we’re here?”
“You want to run tame in my house?” He pushed himself up a little. “This isn’t the Urbans, Roarke’s Cop, where your kind can do as they damn please. And this is still the United States of goddamn America. You want to search my house? You get a warrant. Now get out.”
E ve stood outside, hands on hips85, studying Pella’s house. In moments she saw the bedroom drapes twitch86, then quickly settle.
“Tough son of a bitch,” Eve commented.
“Yeah, but is he tough enough?”
“I bet he is. If killing’s what he wanted, killing’s what he’d do. There’s the groom angle, the lost love. Why should these women live, be happy, young, when he lost his wife? Soldier during the Urbans. Knows how to kill, and he strikes me as a man with plenty of anger, and a lot of control—when he wants to use it.”
“The sick room, the breather,” Peabody considered. “Could be an act.”
“Could be, but he has to know we could find that out. Of course, if he is dying, that’s just one more check in the plus column. And no judge is going to give us a warrant with what we have to search the home of a dying, bedridden old man.
“Dallas, mute off. Feeney, you copy?”
“Read you.”
“Let’s put a couple of uniforms on this place. Surveillance goggles87. Pella doesn’t give me the full buzz, but there’s a minor88 tingle89 happening. He knows something about something, and the face in that sketch triggered it.”
“Done.”
“Shadow pick up on any tail?”
“Nada.”
“Yeah, me either. I’m going to drop Peabody by her place, head home myself. I’ll be working from there. Dallas out.”
“Home sweet home?”
“Home where you can start digging up data on Pella’s dead wife. Details, all you can find. I can wrangle90 clearance91 to search his medicals. Take a closer look at Dobbins, too.”
“Looks like I’m not getting laid again tonight.”
Eve ignored her. “I’ll take another glance at the currently unavailable Hugh Klok. Guy’s into antiquities and that says travel to me. Let’s see if any of these guys frequents the opera. Roarke can take a closer look at their real estate. Maybe the houses mean something. I want blueprints92 in any case.”
She pulled away from the curb93, hoping to sense someone watching, someone sliding through the traffic behind her. But all she felt was the crowded streets, and the sluggish94 push of vehicles that had turned the earlier snow into dismal95 mush.
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