The in Death Collection Books 11-15 - J. D. Robb [400]
She went out quickly, and left him staring after her.
When she strode into her office at six minutes after six, she was heavy-eyed, pale, but clear-headed. She found McNab and Peabody had already raided the AutoChef. And Feeney, just arrived, was helping himself to the spread set out across her desk.
“What the hell do you think this is, the Breakfast Barn?”
“Gotta have fuel.” Feeney munched into a strip of bacon. “Mother Mary, it’s pig meat. Know how long it’s been since I had a slice of real pig?”
She nipped it out of his fingers, ate it herself. “Then get a damn plate. You can eat while I bring you up to speed. Peabody, it appears there’s no cup of coffee in my hand. I can only assume I’ve somehow stepped into an alternate universe.”
Peabody swallowed a heaping forkful of ham and eggs. “Maybe in this one I’m the lieutenant, and you’re . . .” She hopped up, propelled by Eve’s frightening look. “Let me get you a cup of coffee, Lieutenant. Sir.”
“You do that. The rest of the team are due here by oh eight hundred. I’ve already got the diagram of the target area on-screen, with computer-generated selections for personnel placement. We’ll consider those and adjust if warranted. Feeney, I’d suggest you take McNab into the surveillance vehicle.”
“I’d prefer a spot in the park, sir, and a chance to be in on the takedown.”
Eve angled her head at McNab and copped another slice of bacon from the plate Feeney had just fixed. “You should have thought of that before you picked a fight and got your pretty face all banged up. Which will only draw attention to you in a place where children play and birds sing merrily in the trees.”
“Gotcha there,” Feeney said to McNab. “You’re with me.”
“You’ll want another e-man as point,” Eve continued. “You know your men better than I do, so I leave it to you.”
“Good, because I’ve already picked him. Roarke,” he said, and wagged a finger at the doorway as the man in question strode in.
“Good morning.” He was still in black, and though the shirt and trousers were elegant, he managed to look every bit as lean and dangerous as he had in the muscle shirt. “Sorry. Am I late?”
“You think you’re sneaky, don’t you?”
He snatched the bacon Eve had snatched out of her hand. “Not at all, Lieutenant. I know I am. Which is why I’m very suited for this op.”
“You want in, it’s up to him.” She jerked a thumb at Feeney. “But remember, this is my op.”
He bit into the bacon, handed it back to her. “How could I forget?”
By eight-thirty, the full team was briefed. She began assigning roles and positions.
“Hey, hey.” Detective Baxter waved a hand. “How come I have to be a sidewalk sleeper?”
“Because you make such a good one,” Eve told him. “And you look so sexy with a beggar’s license around your neck.”
“Trueheart ought to be the sleeper,” Baxter insisted. “He’s the rookie.”
“I don’t mind, Lieutenant.”
Eve glanced at Trueheart. “You’re too young, too wholesome. Baxter’s got some miles on him. Peabody, you and Roarke will do the couple’s stroll through this area.” Eve used her laser pointer to highlight the diagram on-screen. Trueheart, you’re park maintenance staff, and you’ll cover this sector.”
“I’ve got the best gig,” Peabody told McNab.
“Nobody approaches the suspect,” Eve continued. “That time of the afternoon, spring day, the park’s going to have a lot of traffic. People taking their lunch in the open air, kids running around. The park’s open daily to botany clubs, bird-watching clubs, school field trips. The area the suspect selected is fairly secluded, but there will be civilians. Weapons are not to be drawn without extreme need. I don’t want to see little Johnny stunned off the swing set because somebody got jumpy.”
She sat on the edge of her desk. “You’ll also be on the lookout for the second suspect. We have no way of knowing if they work in tandem during their setup stage. If you spot him, if you think you’ve spotted him, you relay that data to Feeney. You do not, repeat, do not, move on him. If he shows, he’s to be kept under surveillance.”
She scanned the room. “To