"Let's maintain a little dignity here, Peabody."
"Okay. Can we go out later to celebrate and get drunk and stupid?"
Eve pursed her lips in thought as they headed for the glide. "Got plans tonight," she said thinking of that last flashing grin of Roarke's, "but tomorrow works for me."
"Frigid. So look, Feeney said I should tell you we've still got some details to wrap up to close this case good and tight. International connections, the East Washington angle, a full sweep of staff at the Drake, coordinating cooperative investigations with CPSD."
"It'll take some time, but we'll clean it up. Vanderhaven?"
"Still at large." She sent Eve a sidelong look. "Waverly's out of the health center. He's cleared to be interviewed any time, and he's already singing out names hoping for leniency. We figure he'll spit out Vanderhaven's hole. Feeney figured you'd want to take the interview."
"He figured right." Eve hopped off the glide, changed directions. "Let's go kick some ass, Peabody."
"I love when you say that. Sir."
