The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [248]
“He’s changed the combo,” Yvette murmured. “He’s got it blocked. I can’t open this without his new code.”
“Who’s in charge around here with him gone?”
Yvette blew out a breath. “That would be me.”
Eve drew her weapon, tilted her head. “This’ll open it, but you have to give me assent for forced entry.”
Yvette simply closed her eyes. “Go ahead.”
“On record, Peabody?”
“Yes, sir.”
Eve adjusted the setting, aimed, and fired at the lock. The gun gave a muffled blast, sparked. Then metal sheered away and crashed to the floor.
“Jesus, Yvette, what the hell?”
“It’s cop business, Stevie.” She waved a hand at the gaping consultant. “You got a nine thirty buffer. Go on and set up for it.”
“Simon’s going to be pissed,” he said with a shake of his head as he left the room.
Stepping to the side so Peabody could get the right angle on record, Eve tapped a finger on the pull. “Shit.” She winced and sucked her fingertip. “Too hot.”
“Try this.” Peabody handed her a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket. Their eyes met briefly.
“Thanks.” Using the cloth, Eve covered the pull and opened the locker door. “Santa was in a hurry,” she murmured.
The red suit was balled up and shoved into the locker. High, shiny black boots stood on top of it. Reaching down, Eve pulled a can of Seal-It out of her bag, coated her hands. “Let’s see what else we’ve got.”
There were two cans of disinfectant, a half case of herbal soap, tubes of protective cream, an over-the-counter gadget that promised to destroy germs with high-frequency sound waves. She found another box of tattoo works along with templates for several complicated designs.
“This nails it.” Eve took out a thin sheet with stylized letters:
MY TRUE LOVE
“Bag everything, Peabody, and arrange for a pickup. I want it all in the lab within the hour. I’ll be in that treatment room doing the interviews.”
She didn’t get anything more from the staff. Simon had been loved and appreciated by his people. Eve heard words like compassionate, generous, sympathetic.
And she thought of the horror and pain in Marianna Hawley’s eyes.
The drive to the hospital to check on Piper was made in silence. Though the new vehicle’s climate control pumped out pleasant heat, the air seemed very chilly.
Fine, Eve thought. That was just fine. If Peabody wanted to walk around with a stick up her ass that was her problem. It wouldn’t affect the work.
“Bounce a call to McNab.” Eve stepped into the elevator, stared straight ahead. “See if he’s got any more on possible locations for Simon. Then see if Mira got the personal data.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You call me sir again in that snotty tone, I’m going to belt you.” With this Eve marched off the elevator and left Peabody scowling after her.
“Status on Piper,” Eve said and slapped her badge on the counter at the nurses’ station.
“Patient Piper is sedated.”
“What do you mean sedated? Did she come out of the coma?”
The nurse wore a colorful tunic crowded with spring flowers and a harried expression. “Patient Piper regained consciousness about twenty minutes ago.”
“Why wasn’t I contacted? Her chart was supposed to be flagged.”
“It was, Lieutenant. But Patient Piper regained consciousness at the top of her lungs. She was incoherent, hysterical and violent. We were forced to restrain and sedate at the attending’s recommendation and next of kin’s approval.”
“Where’s the next of kin now?”
“He’s in the room with her, where he’s been all night.”
“Page the attending. Get him up here.” Turning on her heel, Eve strode down the hall and into Piper’s room.
She looked like a fairy sleeping. Pale and blond and pretty. Delicate shadows were under her eyes and a faint flush of pink from the medication traced her cheekbones.
A short distance from the bed, monitors hummed. The room itself was decked out like the parlor of a classy hotel suite. Patients who had the means could afford to heal in class and comfort.
Eve’s first memory of medical treatment