The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [344]
As it was, it wasn’t so bad. Though she had blood on her shirt.
“They’ve got stuff that’ll take the blood right out,” Peabody assured her as they drove uptown. “My mother always used salt and cold water though. Does the job. Mostly.”
“So does chucking it in the rag pile.” Though she imagined Summerset would pluck it out again, work some sort of household voodoo, and it would end up back in her closet. Good as new.
“See if you can put a hook in McNamara. I’d like to work him into my day, see what he has to say about the partnership, scandal, and sex drugs.”
While Peabody made the call, Eve checked in for messages, grumbling when there was nothing new from Feeney or McNab.
“Dr. McNamara’s off planet, sir. Isn’t expected back for a couple days. I’ve left a request that he contact you with his admin, and on his voice mail.”
“Okay, we’ll shuffle him down in the pile for now. Give me the run on this first guy. Lawrence Q. Hardley.”
“Thirty-two. Single, white male. Family hit it big in the late twentieth in the Silicon Valley explosion. No marriage or cohabitation on record. No criminal or military record.”
“And no prints on file.”
“None. NYC resident since forty-nine. Assists in running family business, NY branch, and holds title of exec vp in charge of marketing. Reported income—salary, investments, dividends, expense quota, approximately five million two annually.”
Peabody studied the image alongside the data. “Looks pretty good, too. Maybe he’ll fall in love with me and beg me to marry him, thereby providing me with the style of living to which I would be willing to become accustomed.”
It didn’t work out that way. Hardley showed no particular interest in Peabody, but he did toward his pretty male admin. Things had looked hopeful when he’d become flustered and annoyed at the questioning, had refused to answer without his attorney present.
It took twenty minutes to arrange for the consult, and another twenty to wade through standard questions with the addition of the attorney through holo-projection.
An hour wasted, Eve thought as she slid back into her car, ticking Hardley off the list.
“Why didn’t he just tell us he was gay?” Peabody wondered. “And had an alibi for both nights in question?”
“Some people are still uncomfortable with alternative sexuality, even when it’s theirs. Run number two.”
They eliminated three out of the ten before Eve cut Peabody loose for the day. Because she knew her job—she didn’t have to like it—she swung to the curb in front of Peabody’s building and asked the question.
“So, are you having pizza or what?”
“I don’t know.” Peabody’s shoulders rose and fell. “I think probably not. It’ll just get all weird and screwed-up again. He’s really an asshole.” But she said it wistfully. “He really got hyped and looney about Charles.”
Eve shifted in her seat, wishing she could stem the thin trickle of sympathy for McNab. “I guess it could be rough on a guy to figure he was competing with someone like Charles.”
“We never said we were exclusive. And he can’t go around trying to direct my life. He can’t just start telling me who I can see, who I can be friends with.” Heating up, Peabody turned the glare on Eve. “And if I had been having sex with Charles, which I wasn’t, it wouldn’t be any of his damn business.”
Whoops, Eve thought. Forget your job for one little minute and take a blast right in the forehead. “Right. Absolutely right. Once an asshole, always an asshole. Good to remember that.”
“So screw him.” Peabody huffed out a breath and felt righteous. “He didn’t even bother to tag me during the day to see if I was up for it anyway. So screw him.”
“Sideways. We’ll interview the last names on the list tomorrow.”
“What?” Peabody brought herself back. “Right. Yes, sir. Tomorrow.”
Thinking she’d done a reasonably decent job of it, Eve shoved the car into crosstown traffic. With luck, she could be home in thirty minutes.
While she fought her way across and uptown, Roarke sipped a beer, and did his job.
“I think the pizza’s a good approach,” McNab said. “She’s got a weakness