The In Death Collection Books 26-29 - J.D. Robb [84]
“Maybe she did.”
“The heavy tranqing.” Roarke nodded as he was right there with her on that point. “It could indicate a delicacy of feeling, yes.”
“Yeah, it takes delicacy to wrap a rope around an unconscious guy’s neck so he chokes to death.”
“From a distance,” Roarke pointed out, “where she didn’t have to see it. So it happened after she was gone.”
“You’re leaning toward clean slate.”
“If, in my hypothetical murderous bent, I wanted to have someone eliminated—and didn’t go the tried and true route of hiring a hit—I’d certainly explore that clean slate. What could I get on her, where is the pressure point or the vulnerability? What could I offer in exchange?”
“A business deal?”
He tipped his glass toward her. “Isn’t it? Even blackmail is business.”
“Okay. Okay. We’ll divvy up this first batch. You take clean slates, I’ll take the ones with jackets. And we’ll divide the licensed companion connects between us.”
“Aren’t we the fun couple?”
“We’ll dig out the party hats later. Look for any significant change in income, or anything that looks like addictions—gambling, illegals, sex, alcohol. Any debts paid off, any major purchases. They’ve got kids, so look at tuitions to private schools, or medical procedures. Sick kid’s a big button to push. Any change in buying habits, income, routine in the last six months. She wouldn’t want to string this out too long.
“On the staff—”
“I know what to look for, Eve. It’s not my first ride on the hay cart.”
“Okay, fine. But this is going to be a long ride on a really big hay cart with a tiny little needle in it somewhere.”
“I walked into that one. And now,” he said as he strolled toward his office, “I’m walking away.”
Eve sat at her desk with coffee, with files. She spent a moment drumming her fingers and staring at her murder board. Then she shifted to begin the first of many detailed runs.
It was the kind of tedious, ass-in-the-chair work that put the knots and kinks back in no matter how thoroughly they’d been smoothed out. She felt them working up between her shoulder blades in hour one, only to lodge gleefully at the base of her neck by hour two.
“How many kids are there who need freaking hockey equipment?” she asked aloud, rubbed her neck. And zeroed in.
“Lookie here. Current data on wall screen,” she ordered, then rose, stretching out as she studied the information.
Bebe Petrelli, DOB April 12, 2019. Current address 435 107th Street, Bronx. Parents Lisbeth Carmine, Anthony DeSalvo (deceased). Siblings Francis, Vincente. Married Luca Petrelli (deceased) June 10, 2047. Two children, Dominick Anthony, DOB January 18, 2048, Paul Luca, DOB July 1, 2051.
“Enough, enough, give me the damn criminal.”
Working…
Charged with possession of illegals substance 2042. Probation. Charged with possession with intent to distribute illegals substance 2043, probation on first charge rescinded. Sentenced to three to five, suspended. Licensed Companion license revoked. Community service with mandatory rehabilitation therapy ordered, and completed. Charged with solicitation without a license, assault, and resisting arrest 2045. Assault charges and resisting charges dropped. Served one year Rikers, with completion of anger management program.
“Wonder if it worked. Computer, was subject’s father Anthony DeSalvo of the purported organized crime family?”
DeSalvo, Anthony, father of subject, alleged captain in DeSalvo family, alleged to be Mafia-based with interests in illegals, weapons running, protection. DeSalvo, Anthony, garroted 2044, rival Santini family suspected of ordering his execution. Brief gang war followed with several deaths and/or disappearances of purported members. No arrests or convictions made. Do you want full case files?
“Not at this time.” Eve walked over to Roarke’s doorway. “I’ve got a hot one.”
“I’ve got bleeding nothing. Let’s see yours.”
He walked in, stood as she did, studying the data with his thumbs hooked in his front pocket. “Ah, yes, the feuding DeSalvo and Santini