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“He wants to anchor, and he wants it solo. Every time he’s on the news desk with her, he pulls little shit. Steps on her lines, adds a few seconds to his own time. Cuts her copy. Once or twice the TelePrompTer’s been screwed up on her copy, too. Nobody could prove it, but Morse is the boy genius with electronics.”
“Is he?”
“We all hate him,” she said cheerfully. “Except upstairs. The brass think he’s good ratings and appreciate his killer instinct.”
“I wonder if they do,” Eve murmured. “Where did he go?”
“We didn’t stop to chat, but the way he looked, I’d say home and bed. He really looked sagged.” She moved her curvy shoulders, sent some classy fragrance wafting up. “Maybe he’s still shaking about finding Louise, and I should have more sympathy, but it’s tough when it’s Morse. Now, about that invitation?”
“Where’s his station?”
Larinda sighed, flipped her call onto message mode and rose. “Over here.” She glided through the aisles, proving that her body was every bit as impressive as her face. “Whatever you’re looking for, you won’t find it.” She sent a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Did he do something? Did they finally pass a law making puss ball tendencies a crime?”
“I just need to talk to him. Why won’t I find anything?”
Larinda paused at a corner cubicle, the console facing out so that anyone sitting behind it had his back to the wall and his eyes on the room. Nice little sign of paranoia, Eve thought.
“He never leaves anything out, not the tiniest memo, the bitsiest note. He locks down his computer if he stands up to scratch his butt. Claims somebody stole some of his research on one of his other gigs. He even uses an audio enhance, so he can whisper on calls and nobody can hear. As if we all strain to catch those golden words from his throat.”
“So, how do you know he uses audio enhance?”
Larinda smiled. “Good one, Lieutenant. His console’s locked, too,” she added. “Discs secured.” She flicked up a glance from under gold-tipped lashes. “Being a detective, you can probably figure out how I know that. Now, the invite?”
The cubicle was perfect, Eve thought. Awfully perfect for someone who had been hard at work, then had dashed out, ill. “Does he have a source at Cop Central?”
“I guess he may, though I can’t imagine an actual human playing ball with Morse.”
“Does he talk about it, brag about it?”
“Hey, in the gospel according to Morse, he’s got top-level sources in the four corners of the universe.” Her voice lost a bit of its sophistication on the dig, and whispered unmistakably of Queens. “But he never scooped Nadine. Well, until the Towers’s murder, but he didn’t last long on that.”
Eve’s heart was pounding now, strong and steady. She nodded, turned on her heel.
“Hey,” Larinda called after her. “How about tonight? Tit for tat, Dallas.”
“No cameras, or you’re out before you’re in,” Eve warned and kept walking.
Because she remembered her days in uniform, and her ambition, Eve requested Peabody as her backup.
“He’s going to remember your face.” Eve waited impatiently as the elevator climbed to the thirty-third floor of Morse’s building. “He’s good with faces. I don’t want you to say anything unless I give you an opening, then keep it brief, official. And look stern.”
“I was born looking stern.”
“Maybe toy with the hilt of your stunner now and again. You could look a little . . . anxious.”
The corner of Peabody’s mouth twitched. “Like I’d like to use it, but can’t in the presence of a superior officer.”
“You got it.” She stepped off the elevator, turned left. “Feeney’s still working on data, so I don’t have as much as I’d like to pressure him with. The fact is, I could be wrong.”
“But you don’t think so.”
“No, I don’t think so. But I was wrong about David Angelini.”
“You built a good circumstantial case, and he looked guilty as hell in interview.” At Eve’s casual glance, Peabody flushed. “Officers involved in a case are entitled to review all data pertaining to said case.”
“I know the drill, Peabody.” Very cool, very official, Eve announced herself through the entrance intercom. “You looking for a detective badge, Officer?”
Peabody squared her shoulders. “Yes, sir.”
