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“Because now you’re greedy.”

“Yeah, greed’s usually good.” But it wasn’t gelling for her.

She got in the car. She didn’t want to be loitering out front when and if the Lombards came out.

“What did you find out?” she asked Peabody.

“National Bank, a block from the boutique. One of the tellers made her photo straight off. She was in right before they closed, Friday afternoon. Wanted two hundred single-dollar credits. Snippy about it, so says the teller. Wanted them loose. No bag, no rolls. Just dumped them into her purse. Oh, they want a warrant before they turn over any security discs.”

“Get one. Let’s tie up all the threads.”

“Where are we heading?”

“Back to the murder scene. I’ve run re-enactments on the comp. I want to try it on the spot.” She dug out her homer, stuck it on the dash. “Baxter and Trueheart can handle the shadow, but we’ll keep an eye on them anyway.”

“Haven’t moved yet,” Peabody observed.

“They will.”

Eve took a second-level street slot at the West Side Hotel. “How could there be anything left in the city to buy?” She clambered down, scowling at the masses of people. “What more could they possibly want?”

“Speaking for myself, I want lots and lots. Piles of boxes with big shiny bows. And if McNab didn’t spring for something shiny, I’ll have to hurt him. Maybe we’ll get that snow.” She sniffed the air like a hound. “Smells like it.”

“How can you smell anything in this city but city?”

“I got a prime nose. I can scent soy dogs grilling. And there they are, down the block. I’m sort of going to miss being here for Christmas. I mean, it’s exciting—scary, too—going to Scotland, but it’s not New York.”

Inside, the same droid worked the desk. “Hey!” He signaled. “When you gonna unseal the room?”

“When justice is served.”

“Manager’s busting me on it. We got reservations. Full house next week for New Year’s Eve.”

“He’s got a problem with my crime scene, tell him to contact me. I’ll tell him what he can do for New Year’s.”

She checked her homer on the way up. “They’re moving. Baxter?” she said into the communicator. “They’re coming out.”

“We’ve got them. Got audio. They’re talking about heading over to Fifth, window shopping. Looking for a tabletop tree for the room.”

“I can hear them. I’m tuning down the audio. Tag me if there’s anything I should know.”

“They’re stepping out. My youthful companion and I will be taking a stroll. And we’re out.”

Eve pocketed her communicator, took out her master to break the seal. A woman opened the door across the hall a crack.

“Are you the police?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Eve drew out her badge.

“Somebody said a woman was killed in that room, just a few days ago.”

“There was an incident. There’s no reason for you to be concerned.”

“Easy for you to say. Larry! Larry, I told you there was a murder. The cops are right here.” She poked her head back out. “He wants to get his vid cam. Get something we can show the kids tomorrow.”

Larry, busting with smiles as he pushed the door open, led with the camera. “Hi! You think maybe you could put your hand on your weapon, maybe hold up your badge. Look tough. The kids’re going to love it.”

“Now’s not really a good time, Larry.”

“It’ll only take a minute. You going in? Great! I can just get a quick shot of the inside. Is there still blood?”

“What, are you twelve? Put that thing down, go back in your room before I arrest you for being dirt stupid.”

“Great! Great! Keep going.”

“Jesus Christ, where do people come from? What dark hole vomits them out into my face? Peabody.”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to go back inside now. This is a police investigation.” She lowered her voice as she moved to block his view. “You don’t want to tick her off. Trust me.”

“Can you say your name? Like this is Officer Smith, ordering you to cease and desist.”

“It’s detective, and, sir, you will have to cease and desist before—”

Eve simply stepped forward, wrenched the little camera out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“If you don’t want me to drop it, and have it somehow end up under