The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [208]
His voice piped out now, like an adolescent boy’s threatening to crack. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Couldn’t get it up, could you, Leo?” She was careful to keep her hands off him, though she’d have liked to have given him a couple of mild shots. “Even when you had her tied up, and helpless, you couldn’t get the wood on.”
“Get away from me. You’re crazy.” Little darts of fear shone in his eyes now as he danced behind his desk. “You’re out of your mind.”
“You’re going to see just how crazy if you don’t tell me where you were on the night of September second, and the morning of September fifth. Shuffle me again, Leo,” she said and slapped her hands on the desk. “And you’ll see how crazy.”
On cue, her ’link beeped. With a snarl, she ripped it out of her pocket. “Text only,” she snapped. Waited a few beats as if reading. “Goddamn it.” She muttered it, then rounded on Peabody. “Get the goddamn information from this asshole. I’ve got to take this, and I don’t have time to waste. Five minutes, Leo,” she said over her shoulder as she marched to the door. “Then I’m coming back for the next round.”
He sat heavily when the door slammed behind Eve. “That woman is a menace. She was going to strike me.”
“Sir. I’m sure you’re mistaken.” But Peabody cast an uncertain eye toward the door still shuddering on its hinges. “My lieutenant is . . . it’s been a difficult few days, Mr. Fortney, and Lieutenant Dallas is under a great deal of stress. I’m sorry she lost her temper. Can I get you some water?”
“No. No, thank you.” He pressed a hand to his brow. “I just need to settle down. I’m not used to being treated that way.”
“She’s very colorful.” Peabody tried a half smile when he looked up. “I’m sure we can straighten this all out before she gets back. There were some discrepancies in your earlier statement, sir. It’s easy to get confused or mix up times and dates when you’re not expecting to have to remember your movements.”
“Well, of course it is,” he said with obvious relief. “I certainly wasn’t expecting to be questioned about a murder. For God’s sake.”
“I understand that. And it seems to me if you’d killed Ms. Wooton or Ms. Gregg, you’d have arranged a solid alibi. You’re obviously an intelligent man.”
“Thank you, Officer . . .”
“It’s Peabody, sir. If I could take out my notebook, we could try to put things together for the times in question.” She smiled at him with whiffs of sympathy and nerves. “May I sit down?”
“Yes, yes. That woman’s shaken my manners loose. I don’t see how you stand to work with her.”
“It’s really for her, sir. I’m in training.”
“I see.” He was relaxing, Peabody could see. Just as she could see his amusement at thinking he’d escaped the lion and gotten himself a pussycat. “Have you been with the police long?”
“Not very. I do mostly administrative work. The lieutenant hates paperwork.” She started to roll her eyes, seemed to catch herself and worked up a blush.
Fortney laughed. “Your secret’s safe with me. Still, I wonder what an attractive woman like you is doing in such a difficult field?”
“Men still outnumber women on the job,” she heard herself saying, and felt the quick, flirtatious smile curve her lips. “That can be a pretty strong incentive. I’d just like to say how much I admire your work. I’m such a fan of musical theater, and you’ve been involved in wonderful projects. It seems so glamorous and exciting to someone like me.”
“It has its moments. Maybe you’d like me to give you a tour of the theater, backstage, where the action really is.”
“That would be . . .” She trailed off breathlessly. “I’d just love it.” She glanced back at the door again. “I’m not supposed to do something like that. You won’t say anything?”
He mimed zipping his lip and made her giggle.
“If I can just clear up some of these discrepancies before she gets back. Otherwise, she’ll skin me.”
“Sweetheart, you can’t really believe I’d kill anyone.”
“Oh no, Mr. Fortney, but