She started off at a loping stride. "If Times Square intimidates you," Roarke began, "perhaps you could practice the naked dancing at home."
"Oh, bite me."
"Darling, I'd love to, but you're on duty."
"Get in the goddamn car." She jerked a thumb at Peabody, who was currently doing her best to pretend she was deaf and blind.
"Please, Eve, these public displays of affection must stop. I have a reputation."
"Keep it up, ace, and I'll give you a public display of affection that'll have you limping for a week."
"Now I'm excited." Smiling, Roarke opened the front passenger door, gestured to Peabody.
"Ah, why don't I sit in the back?" Where it's safer, she thought.
"Oh, no, I insist. She probably won't hurt you," he murmured in Peabody's ear as she ducked in front of him.
"Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"Just be grateful I don't put up the cage," Eve snapped when Roarke settled in to the backseat.
"I am. Constantly."
"Was that a snicker, Peabody?" Eve demanded as she pulled away from the curb.
"No, sir. It's, ah, allergies. I'm allergic to marital disputes."
"This isn't a marital dispute. I'll let you know when I'm having a marital dispute. Here." She shoved the last of the chocolate stick at Peabody. "Eat that and keep it buttoned."
"You bet."
Still fired, Eve's eyes met Roarke's in the rearview mirror. "And you better hope Summerset has an alibi for this morning."
He didn't, and all Eve could do was pull at her hair. "What do you mean you went out?"
"As usual I rose at five a.m. and went out for my morning constitutional. As it was market day, I then returned, took one of the vehicles, and drove out to the Free-Agers' market for fresh produce."
Eve sat down on the arm of a chair in the main parlor. "Didn't I tell you not to leave the house, not to go anywhere alone?"
"I'm not in the habit of taking orders on my personal routine, Lieutenant."
"Your personal routine is going to include group showers where even your bony ass will get plenty of attention if you don't start listening to me."
His jaw muscles fluttered. "I don't appreciate your crudeness."
"And I don't appreciate your bitchiness, but we're both stuck. This morning at approximately nine a.m., the body of Jennie O'Leary was discovered, hanged at a location on West Forty-third."
The high color fury had brought to his cheeks drained. He reached out blindly for support when his knees buckled. Through the buzzing in his head, he thought he heard someone swearing bitterly. Then he was being pushed into a chair and a glass was pressed to his lips.
"Just drink," Eve ordered, thoroughly shaken. "Drink it down, get a grip, because if you faint on me, I'm leaving you where you fall."
It had the effect, as she'd hoped, of snapping him back. "I'm perfectly fine. I was simply shocked for a moment."
"You knew her."
"Of course I knew her. She and Roarke were close for a time."
"And now she's dead." Eve's voice was flat, but her heart settled back into place as she scanned Summerset's face and judged him composed again. "You'd better be able to take me through every step – where you were, what you did, who you saw, who you spoke with, how many goddamn apples you bought. Right now I'm the best friend you have in the world."
"If that's the case, Lieutenant, I believe I'd like to call my lawyer."
"Fine, great, you do that. Why not fuck it up all the way?'' She whirled away to stride around the room. "You listen to me. I'm going out on a limb here because you matter to him. The evidence against you is only circumstantial, but it's piling up. There'll be pressure from the media, which translates into pressure on the department. The PA's going to want to tag someone, and the pile's just big enough on you for orders to come down to hold you for questioning. It's not enough to book you, not yet."
She paused, frowning into middle distance. "But once the PA comes aboard, there's a very strong chance they'll pull me off. Either way, I figure we got another week, tops, to nail this down. After that, you're likely to be dealing with another cop."
Summerset considered, nodded. "Better the devil you know."
With a nod, Eve took out her recorder, set it on a table between them, then sat. "Let's do it, then."
"I bought a half bushel of apples, by the way." He very nearly smiled, making Eve blink in surprise. "We'll be having pie."
"Yum," she said.
Ninety minutes later, Eve carried her discs and a screaming headache up to her office. She nearly groaned when she spotted McNab lounging at her desk, his feet up, ankles crossed to show off flower-patterned socks.
"Make yourself at home, Detective." To accent the invitation, she gave his feet a hard shove.
"Sorry, Lieutenant. Just taking a little break."
"I'm up against the wall, McNab, which means your butt's right up there with mine. We don't have time for little breaks. Where's Peabody?"
"She's using one of the other rooms in this castle to run your latest victim, and performing other official acts. Tell me, is she really all regulation, or does some of it come off with her uniform?"
Eve walked over to the AutoChef, ordered coffee, hot and black. "Are you considering an attempt to divest Officer Peabody of her uniform, McNab?"
"No. No." He stood up so quickly the quartet of silver wands in his ear clanged together musically. "No," he said for a third time. "It was a matter of some curiosity. She's not my type."
"Then why don't we dispense with the inappropriate chatter, and get down to work?"
He rolled his eyes behind Eve's back. As far as he could tell, both female officers were ear high in regulations. "The equipment Roarke had sent over is beyond mag," he began. "It took some time to get it installed and programmed, but I've got it doing an auto search and trace on the incoming from this morning. Oh, nearly forgot, you had a couple of 'link transmissions come through while you were out."
Helpfully, he punched in Recall. "Nadine Furst, she wants a meet asap. And Mavis, no last name given. She says she'll be coming by tonight."
"Why, thank you for taking such an interest in my personal communications."
He let the sarcasm pass. "No problem. So this Mavis, she's a pal of yours, huh?"
"And she cohabitates with a guy who could break you into very small pieces one-handed."
"Well, scratch that. So, maybe I could get some lunch while I wait for -" He broke off when the trace unit began to send out high beeps. "Solid." He all but leaped behind the desk, tossed his flowing tail of hair over his shoulder, and began to whistle as paper spilled out of the machine. "Clever bastard, damn clever. Bounced the waves all over hell and back again twice. Zurich, Moscow, Des Moines for Christ's sake, Regis Six, Station Utopia, Birmingham. Gotta love it."
She'd seen that exact adoring gleam in Feeney's eyes and understood it to be a side effect of working in EDD. "I don't care where it was bounced to, McNab, where did it bounce from?"
"It's coming, it's coming. Even technology needs a patient hand. New York. Originates in New York. You called it, Lieutenant."
"Fine it down. Get me an address."
"Working on it." He flapped his hands behind him where Eve hovered. "Give me some room here, though I'd like to mention you smell terrific. Origin of traced transmission New York City, find zone."
Tracking… estimated time to complete, eight minutes, fifteen seconds.
"Begin. I could use a burger. Got any stocked?"
Eve struggled to find patience. "How do you want it?"
"Rare. A slice of provolone and plenty of mustard – poppy seed roll, pasta salad on the side, and a cup of that wicked coffee."
Eve drew a breath in, let a breath out. "What?" she said sweetly. "No dessert?"