The In Death Collection Books 26-29 - J.D. Robb [404]
“You might have better luck with Global.”
“They’re greedy. They’ll want her for their own. Let’s try the locals first.”
It took persuasion, cajolery, and in the end the mention of illegal funds and considerable merchandise purchased with those illegal funds—all housed in France—to ensure cooperation.
The possibility of confiscating a few million was worth the time and effort to sit on one Luanne Debois, and to monitor her communications.
“It’ll take time,” Eve complained as they rode down to the garage. “Proper authorization—meaning bureaucratic crapola—before they can implement the watch. But he got a sparkle in his eyes when I outlined the money laundering, seeing as the result of it’s sitting, primarily, on his turf.”
“You get that, and Callendar comes through, we’ll pin Ricker. Doesn’t pin or even identify his next in command here.”
“Working on it.”
Peabody stopped and narrowed her eyes when Eve stepped up to her vehicle.
“I don’t get it. I just don’t get how come you have to pick something so ugly when you could have anything. Like the 2X-5000, or the big, burly all-terrain, or—”
“I didn’t pick it; Roarke did.”
“You’re shattering all my hopes and dreams.”
“Because he’s smart enough to know it blends. Nobody’ll look twice at it. Do you want a ride home or not?”
“I’m not going home.” Peabody jumped in before Eve. “I’m going back to your place. All my stuff’s there, and that’s where McNab’s coming when he gets back. Plus, brunch.”
Eve felt the warning throb behind her eyes. “They’re not still there. Are they? Why?”
“Because that was the plan, and yes, they are. I checked in.”
“I was going to go by the morgue.”
“Why?”
“Because. We could’ve missed something.”
“I’ll tag the morgue from here while you drive us to a magolishous breakfast buffet.”
Life had to be, Morris had said, or what was the point? At the moment she might wish it would be elsewhere, but she accepted defeat. She could work from home, she told herself. Hide out in her office until the houseload of women finally went away. She could work on pinning down that last link while she waited for Callendar to come through.
She’d need to deal with Rouche, and needed to discuss that deal with the DA’s office. Well, ADA Cher Reo was sleeping off a night of drunken revelry like the rest of them, so that would be handy.
Plus, she had Mira right on-site, too. Mira would be good with additional profiling.
They wanted brunch? she thought. Fine. But they were going to work for it.
She slid her gaze right and noted that Peabody was slumped against the door and out like a light.
Okay, they’d work for it as soon as they woke up.
Dawn pearled the air as she approached the house. Probably just as well they were sleeping, Eve decided. It would give her time to recharge, think, pace, work on some angles without a bunch of distractions.
Quiet, she thought. She could definitely use the quiet.
She shoved Peabody’s shoulder and got a shocked snort out of her partner. “Wake up, go in, go up, go to bed.”
“I’m awake. I’m good. Where . . . oh. Home again.”
“Don’t get used to it. Take a couple hours down. You can eat when you get up, then you’re on the roll until I say otherwise.”
“Okay. All right.” She rubbed her eyes as she followed Eve to the door. “Are you going down?”
“I want to take advantage of the quiet until—”
She opened the door, and the high-pitched scream had her reaching for her weapon. Peabody grabbed Eve’s arm. “Don’t draw down. It’s the baby.”
Eve kept her hand on her weapon while her ears rang with wails and screams. “That’s not possible. Nothing that small can make those sounds.”
But she followed the sounds to the parlor, where a pajama-clad Mavis walked a shrieking, red-faced Bella.
“Hey!” Mavis walked, patted, swayed. “You’re back. Sorry, she’s a little fussy.”
“It sounds like she’s being hacked up with an axe.” More, Eve thought, like she wanted to hack somebody else up with an axe.
“She’s got good lungs.”
Eve jolted as Mira—a Mira in a peacock blue robe—rose from the sofa. “Here, sweetie,