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Most likely met them in group or the crisis center.
It cycled back to rape for her money. A brotherhood of rape.
She took another pass at the apartment, this time with an eye toward hidden drawers or secret stashes.
When Peabody came back, Eve was crawling over the floor of the bedroom closet.
“Hoping to find a hidey-hole, but I got nothing.”
“I got the discs.”
“Let’s view them on the bedroom wall screen.”
Eve pushed to her feet, stepped out of the closet into the stringently neat bedroom with its simple and elegant bed—high, dark gray padded headboard, soft gray duvet, a few pillows in shades of blue.
Eve followed the urge to poke at the headboard, peer behind it. “If she had a hole, she’d have taken what was in it anyway,” she said as much to herself as Peabody.
Nodding, Peabody plugged the discs into the wall screen, cued it up.
“Full forty-eight?”
“For now, start when we came in to talk to her. We’ll view the rest back at Central.”
Peabody zipped through, slowed.
Eve watched the two of them step up to the door, into camera range, deal with door security. Into the lobby, and lobby cams, into the elevator, and those cams, and down the corridor to Su’s door.
“Speed it up some. Split it between entrance cam and the view of her floor.”
Eve watched them leave.
“I think my magic pink coat’s magically slimming.”
“Shut up, Peabody.”
Eve watched a delivery guy hit the door carrying a big vase of red and blue flowers, and a woman in a forest-green coat and checkered scarf come out with a white dog on a leash. Another exit—a man with a briefcase who looked hurried and harried. Then...
“Freeze it. Look at this one. She doesn’t want to have her face on the camera.”
“Could be.” Peabody pursed her lips. “But it was pretty damn cold. Most everybody bundles.”
“She’s got every strand of hair under that hat, and her face angled down. Scarf’s knotted up so you wouldn’t see the bottom half of her face anyway. Gloves, long coat. Start it—regular speed. Not a resident, see? She’s hitting the intercom, being buzzed in. But she knows where the cameras are. This is what, about twenty minutes after we left?”
“Ah... twenty-three.”
“Looking down or away through the lobby... off to the side in the elevator. Looks too tall to be MacKensie. Doesn’t move like Downing. Maybe we’ve got one of the others. Maybe... And that’s Su’s floor—moving to Su’s door. And in. She contacted someone after we left. We shook her, and she pulled in one of her partners. Keep the split screen in case she pulled in the rest. Can you speed up the corridor cam?”
“McNab could. Give me a second.”
While Peabody dealt with technology, Eve paced.
“She knew we were making the connections. That’s why they decided to go to ground when they did. These two, they’re in there talking it out, figuring it out, contacting the others. Su’s packing, you bet your ass.”
“Got it! Woo, I am e-skilled. Here, here, Dallas, they’re coming out again. Forty-six minutes inside.”
“Su’s got her suitcase, a big tote, and her friend’s got a second suitcase. And the friend’s still steady enough to remember not to show her face to the cameras. Not MacKensie. And I don’t think Downing. One of the others. We’ll have EDD go over this, do what they do. Maybe they can get enough.”
“If Yancy can pull Esty’s memory of the painting.” Peabody nodded. “Maybe.”
