The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [27]
She sucked in a breath, Eve opened her mouth. But Nancie recovered first. “Oh, and Viney was sick. Um, Nester Vine. We girls call him Viney ’cause he’s long and skinny. Isn’t it funny how sometimes people look just like their names? Anyway, he was all pale and sweaty and kept going back to the john until Taj told him to go home and take care of himself. I was feeling a little blue because I heard how Joey got engaged to Barbie Thomas back home.”
“In Utumwa.”
“Right. She was always chasing after him.” Nancie frowned over it, then appeared to let it go. “So Taj was being sweet and telling me not to fret over that. How I was a pretty young girl and would find the right man when the time came. He said how when you found the right person, that was just it, and you didn’t even have to wonder about it. I’d just know. I could tell he was thinking about his wife, because he always got this soft look in his eyes when he thought about her. It made me feel good, so I stayed a little longer. Viney should have been there to close up with him, but he was sick. Did I tell you that?”
“Yes,” Eve said, a little dizzy. “You did.”
“Okay, he was sick, like I said. We aren’t really supposed to close up alone, but sometimes we do. Taj said to me how it was getting late, and I should go on home. He said he’d call me a cab, but I was going to take the subway. He wouldn’t let me, because the streets can be dangerous at night, so I called a cab, and he waited at the door until I got in it. That was like him,” she said, and her eyes went damp again. “He was sweet that way.”
“Did he tell you anything about expecting a friend to come by that night?”
“I don’t think. . .” She trailed off, pursed her lips. “Maybe. Maybe he did, when I was crying the blues a little over Joey, and missing my friends from home, I think he said something about how friends were always friends. I think maybe he said he was looking forward to seeing a friend later. But I didn’t take it to mean that night, at the club. Anyway.” She sighed, dabbed under her eyes with a fingertip. “A friend didn’t hurt Taj that way. Friends don’t do that.”
It depends, Eve thought. It very much depends on the friend.
chapter five
Eve calculated she could spend the next three days interviewing strippers, table dancers, customers, and club crawlers, or she could zero in on Max Ricker.
It wasn’t a tough choice, but both areas had to be covered.
She walked into the detectives’ squad room, scanned faces. Some cops worked the ’links, others wrote reports or studied data. A team was taking a statement from a civilian who appeared to be more excited than distressed. The scent of bad coffee and aging disinfectant stung the air.
She knew these cops. Some were sharper than others, but all of them did the job. Pulling rank here had never been her style, and she thought she could get what she wanted without resorting to it now.
She waited until the civilian, looking flushed and pleased with himself, left the bullpen.
“Okay, listen up.”
A dozen faces turned in her direction. She watched expressions shift. Every one of them knew the case in her hands. No, she thought when ’links were disengaged and screens ignored. She wouldn’t have to pull rank.
“I’ve got over six hundred potential witnesses to either eliminate or interview in the matter of Detective Taj Kohli. I could use some help. Those of you who aren’t on priority cases or who can see their way clear to put in a couple of extra hours over the next few days can see either me or Peabody.”
Baxter was the first to get to his feet. He was an occasional pain in the ass, Eve thought, but Christ, he was dependable as sunrise.
“I got time. We all got time.” He glanced around the room himself as if daring anyone to disagree.
“Good.” Eve slipped her hands in her pockets. “To give you an update on the investigation . . .” And here she had to step carefully. “Detective Kohli was bludgeoned to death while moonlighting in a high-class