The In Death Collection Books 21-25 - J. D. Robb [319]
“Yeah, I bet Do Me smells like a sweet, sunny meadow. I’m going to do a quick follow-up with Grove before we head back.”
“Second office, right.”
“I’ll do it solo. Check in with McNab.”
“Yes, sir. And, Dallas?” Peabody’s smile was sly. “When I wear Do me, he does.” She strolled off, whistling.
“Asked for that one,” Eve mumbled.
The door to the office was open. Eve saw a blonde with long, sleek waves, tipped back in a caramel-colored leather chair, examining her manicure as she talked on a headset.
There were flowers in the office, and a chrome coat rack held a long red coat and white scarf. The coffee mug on the desk was also red with a flashy white L scripted on it.
The blonde wore a blue suit with a frill of lace in the V in lieu of a blouse. The eyes that flicked to Eve were a bold cat green. “Hang on. Can I help you?”
Eve held up her badge, and Lilah cast her eyes to the ceiling. “I’m very sorry, but I’m going to have to get back to you. I’ll have that information for you before two o’clock. Absolutely. Bye.”
She pulled off the headset, laid it on the desk. “I’ve already talked to one of you.”
“Now you can talk to me. Lieutenant Dallas.”
“At least I’m going up the ladder. Look, I’m sorry about Bick and Natalie. It’s an awful shock for everyone who knew them. But I’ve got work.”
“Funny, so do I. You and Bick have something going on the side?”
“Well, you’re certainly more direct than the other detective I spoke with. Just a little office flirtation. Harmless.”
“And out of the office?”
She shrugged, a careless and fluid gesture. “Didn’t get that far. Maybe with a little more time.”
“No problem poaching, then.”
Smiling, Lilah took another look at her nails. “He wasn’t married yet.”
“What’s the problem, Lilah? Can’t get a man of your own?”
Eve saw it, a flash of temper—hot and sharp. “Anyone I want.”
“Except Bick.”
“You’re a bitchy one, aren’t you?”
“You bet. Why Bick?”
“He was great to look at, going places, terrific body. Looked to me like he’d be good in the sack. We might’ve made a good team, in and out of it.”
“Must have pissed you off he wasn’t biting.”
“He didn’t want to bang me, that was his problem, and his loss. If you think I killed him and his little sweetheart because of that, you should check with your detective. I’ve got two alibis. Twins. Six-two, two-twenty, and dumb as posts. I wore both of them out, but it took me until after three in the morning.”
“What was Bick’s top account?”
“Wendall James, LLC,” she said without a second’s hesitation.
“And who gets that account now that he’s dead?”
Lilah angled her head. “Officially? It hasn’t been decided. Unofficially? I’ll make sure I do. I don’t have to kill for accounts, honey. I just have to be good at what I do.”
“I bet you are,” Eve said, and leaving it at that went back to join Peabody downstairs.
She’s what my granny calls a tough cookie.”
“I don’t get that.” Eve whipped away from the curb and headed back to Central. “If a cookie’s tough, you throw it away. She’s the type that knows how to stick.”
“It just means…never mind. You think she’s in it?”
“Could be. But that kind doesn’t have to kill to get what she wants. She’d use her brains, her sex, cheat, maybe steal. She could seduce someone else into doing her dirty work, but what’s the point here? Byson’s out of the picture, maybe she cops some of his accounts, gets promoted quicker. But why Copperfield? And she was primary target. What did you get on the alibis?”
“Okay, on Jake Sloan it’s DeLay, Rochelle. Twenty-five, single, works in Catering at the Palace.”
“She’s one of Roarke’s?”
“Well, sort of. Her father’s DeLay, hot-shot head chef at the Palace. She’s been employed there for about two years. No criminal.”
Eve hung a left. “We’ll drop by, confirm the alibi face-to-face. Next?”
“On Randall Sloan. Sasha Zinka and Lola Warfield. Forty-eight and forty-two respectively. Married for twelve years. Big money—generational money on Zinka. They’re Femme.”
“Which is?”
“Extreme high-end enhancements. The company was founded by Zinka’s great-grandfather, and