The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [368]
Her brow knit. “I didn’t think of it.”
“What? Your brain go on holiday?” He stabbed a finger at Roarke. “What the hell’s the matter with you, with all your fancy lawyers and your pile of credits? You gone soft in the head, too?”
“The papers have been drawn up and are waiting for her signature, now that she’s finished . . .” He shot Eve a bland smile. “Whining.”
“Bite me,” she suggested, “both of you.”
“I told you to shut up,” Feeney reminded her. “Get them in before the end of the day,” he told Roarke. “Some wheels run slow. I’ve got my written statement, as former trainer, former partner, to add to it. Nadine’s multipart feature’s going to generate a lot of nice heat on top of it.”
“What feature?” Eve demanded and earned a scowl from Feeney.
“Been too busy whining to watch any screen? She’s put together interviews with survivors of victims from cases you closed. It’s powerful stuff. One of the strongest came from Jamie Lingstrom. He talks about how his grandfather called you a right cop, one of the best, and how you put your life on the line to bring down the bastard who killed his sister. Kid was on my doorstep last night giving me grief for letting them take your badge.”
Stunned, baffled, she only stared. “There was nothing you could do.”
“Try telling that to a young boy who wants to be a cop, who believes the system should work. Maybe you’d like to tell him why you’re sitting on your butt in this fortress doing nothing about it.”
“Jesus, Captain.” McNab mumbled it and fought back a wince when Feeney pinned him with a look.
“I didn’t ask for comments, Detective. Didn’t I teach you anything?” he demanded of Eve.
“You taught me everything.” She got to her feet. “You’re not usually so good at the bad cop routine, Feeney. You must’ve saved it up, because it’s damn effective. But you wasted it. I’d already decided to stop doing nothing.”
“About damn time.” He pulled a bag of nuts out of his pockets, dug in. “So, what angle are you playing?”
“All of them. You need to know I intend to pursue the investigation, both on the case that was turned over to you, and the Bowers homicide. It’s not a reflection on any of you, or on Baxter, but I can’t sit on my hands anymore.”
“About damn time,” he said again. “Let me bring you up to date.”
“No.” She said it sharply, moving forward. “I’m not having that, Feeney. I’m not putting your badge at risk.”
“It’s my badge.”
“I didn’t ask Peabody to get all of you here so you could leak data on the investigation. I asked you to come so I could let you know what I’m doing. That’s bad enough. Until the department is satisfied, I’m a murder suspect. I believe the Bowers case is connected to the one you’re investigating. You need everything I’ve got. Not just what’s in the reports, but what’s in my head.”
“You think I don’t know your head?” Feeney snorted, crunched a nut. “I guess not since you haven’t clicked to what’s in mine. Get this, Dallas. I’m primary on this case. I make the decisions. As far as I’m concerned, you’re key, and if you’ve finished twiddling your thumbs, let’s get to work. Either of you got a problem with that?” he asked Peabody and McNab and received a unified “No, sir.” “You’re outranked and outvoted, Dallas. Now, somebody get me some damn coffee. I’m not doing this briefing dry.”
“I don’t need the briefing.” Eve stated. “I’ve got all the data.”
Feeney quirked his brow at Roarke. “Well, surprise, surprise. I still want the coffee.”
“I’ll get it.” Barely restraining herself from dancing, Peabody headed for the kitchen.
“I heard something about food,” McNab commented.
“Get your own.” With a sniff, Peabody disappeared into the adjoining room.
“Boy’s got his mind on his stomach half the time,” Feeney