Fantasy in Death - J. D. Robb [85]
And that had to be enough.
She left a voice mail on Reo’s ’link, requesting a meet as soon as she finished sealing the deal, but it surprised her to find Reo already waiting—with coffee, in her visitor’s chair.
“Thought you’d take longer,” Eve commented.
“They were at it since just after two this morning, which was when your boys decided the happy couple had had enough snuggle time.” Reo stretched, rolled her shoulders. “She’d slipped into his place about eight. Lights went off at midnight. Or thereabouts. They have it documented.”
She yawned, combed her fingers through her fluffy blond hair. “They got sloppy. Didn’t even bother to pull the privacy screen. Your guys got quite a little show before and after the lights went out.”
“I’m betting the wife rolled on the lover.”
“Like a wheel down a steep road. Tried all the usual first, apparently. She was just looking for comfort after the loss.” Reo widened her eyes, batted her lashes. “Oh my God, he killed my husband! Shock, dismay, tears. Anyway.” She shrugged. “They got very detailed confessions out of both, and I saved the taxpayers a bundle. She’ll do a solid dime, he’ll do double that.”
She held up a finger before Eve could speak. “Yeah, we probably could’ve gotten them both life in a trial, but this seals them up. It’s not a bad way to start the middle of the night.”
She might’ve argued, for form’s sake, but Eve wanted Reo’s good graces. “I need three search warrants.”
“For what?”
Eve got her own coffee, sat, and spelled it out.
Frowning, Reo tapped a finger to the side of her mug. “No physical evidence on any of them?”
“That’s why I need the warrants. To find some.”
“You don’t really know what you’re looking for.”
“But I’ll know it when I find it. The weight’s there, Reo. Motive, means, opportunity, e-skills-and an intimate knowledge of the vic’s domicile, habits, and security. Add in by their own statements only those three had full knowledge of the game.”
“They’re alibied.”
Eve shook her head, dismissing it. “The alibis are soft. They’re so soft they’re squishy. You haven’t seen the place. I have. It’s like a beehive, with the bees buzzing everywhere. It’s a five-minute walk to the scene. Any one of them could have slipped out for an hour without anybody knowing. And if someone had, the killer would’ve had another alibi ready. It’s the way they think—in cause and effect, action and reaction. Mira’s profile adds more. He knew his killer.”
Reo puffed out her cheeks. “I can work it. You say they’ve been cooperative so far?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You could always request a search, see how each of them reacts.”
“And that gives any of them time to ditch whatever it is I might find.”
“I can work it,” she said again. “And I sure hope you find something.” She rose. “Do you know how uncomfortable that chair is?”
“Yeah.”
Reo laughed, rubbed tired blue eyes. “Regardless, if you’d been another ten minutes, I’d’ve been asleep in it. I need a damn nap. See you tonight? Nadine’s party?”
“I’ll be there.”
“I’m going to have to trowel on the enhancers to look half human. I’ll get your warrants,” she added as she headed out.
“Thanks.”
One down, Eve thought, then walked out to pull Peabody away from her desk. “Let’s go have another talk with CeeCee.”
As they started for the glide, she spotted Reineke at one of the machines in Vending. “Good work, Detective.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant. Jenkinson’s walking them through processing.” He drew a very sad-looking Danish out of the slot. “You know, turns out in the end they were just a couple of idiots. He still had the clone phone he used to tag her before he went out and bashed the dead husband, and the pizza box hadn’t run through his recycler yet. And her? She bought fancy underwear online a couple hours after she’s notified she’s got a dead husband. Stupidity shoulda gotten them more than ten and twenty.”
“I bet they don’t come out any smarter. Good work,” she said again. “And I don’t want to find out you and Jenkinson shared the surveillance