Page 84 of Fury In Death

“New York, all right then. Upper East, Second Avenue. I’m going to go pick him up.”

He gave her shoulder a pat. “I’ll be your Peabody.”

Eve imagined Peabody sitting in her new home, surrounded by family. Probably squealing so everyone could hear.

“That’ll work.” As Eve rose, she pulled out her ’link to contact APA Cher Reo.

“Dallas.” Reo, fluffy blond hair stirring in the autumn breeze, walked briskly. “I suppose you want a warrant.”

“Where are you?”

“Walking home, nearly there. Worked late, grabbed drinks and dinner with colleagues who did the same. Have you got a suspect on your two murders?”

“I do, but this isn’t for him. Carlos Cruz. Evidence says he was paid to blow up the apartment building where my suspect lived. Missed him, took out his family and the majority of other tenants.”

“When did this happen?”

“Thirteen years ago last summer.”

Reo stopped in a glow of a streetlight. “Thirteen years ago?”

“I’m heading to pick up Cruz now. He’s both prime suspect in the bombing, resulting in mass casualties, and a target of Steven Redman, who’s already beaten two men to death. I’ll brief you on the move, but I’m going.”

“And I’m listening.”

As they headed down, started out, Roarke listened to the shorthand exchange. All facts and data laid out, he thought as he got behind the wheel, quickly, concisely.

He had to admire filtering down conspiracies, murder for hire, payoffs, vengeance killings, evidence, observations, and motives into a three-minute precise summary.

“You’re going to ask me, before long, for a massive search warrant on Banner-Wyst, aren’t you?”

“We’ll trace Cruz’s payments back to them.” Eve glanced at Roarke. “Right?”

“Well now, it won’t be a walk in the park considering the time lag. Or, we’ll say, it’ll be a long, winding, often frustrating walk in the park.”

“Hello, Roarke.”

“Hello, Reo.”

“I need the warrant for Cruz, Reo.”

“And I’ll get it for you, Dallas. Walking into my building now. I’ll get back to you.”

“You know,” Roarke began, “I’m often obliged to listen to long-winded speeches, oral reports, pitches, updates, and so on. They could all learn a lesson from you and our favorite APA.”

“Right.” She focused now on her run of Carlos Cruz. “He’s fifty-six, mixed race, one marriage, one divorce, one offspring—male, age twenty, currently in Princeton. A number of arrests, no convictions. We’re going to change his luck there.”

She frowned as she read. “Four years in the army, where he learned to handle explosives. Owns some properties, including the one he lives in.”

“Once you have him, I’ll go over the rest of his finances. There’ll be more payments for services rendered, and some travel for those services, I imagine.”

“There’s that, but that long, winding walk in the park is priority. I’ll tag Feeney on it.”

He glanced at her. He knew that face.

“It’s not just finding Redman now, is it then?”

“No, that’s primary, but the rest of them? It’s time they paid for what they’ve done, are doing, plan to do.”