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“The investigation is ongoing,” she announced. “There will be an official statement at noon. Any media representative who trespasses on this property wi
ll not only be prosecuted but will be blocked from all data.”
She all but slammed the gates on scrambling feet. “Where the hell are the uniforms I left on duty?”
“Probably eaten alive by now.” Peabody stared through the reporter who plastered himself against her side of the windshield. “This one’s kind of cute, Lieutenant. Try not to damage his face.”
“His choice.” She kept driving. Someone bounced off her fender and cursed. There was a slight bump, and a very loud scream.
“That’s ten points for the foot,” Peabody commented, secretly thrilled. “See if you can swipe that one there. The woman with the yard of legs in the green suit. That’ll get you five more.”
The reporter clinging to the windshield slid off as Eve juggled the wheel. “Missed her. Well, can’t win them all.”
“Peabody.” Eve shook her head, hit the accelerator, and headed downtown. “Sometimes I worry about you.”
She wanted to see Whitney first, but wasn’t surprised to find Nadine waiting in ambush at the first-level interior glide at Central.
“Busy night, Dallas.”
“That’s right, and I’m still busy. There’ll be a press release by noon.”
“You can give me something now.” Nadine elbowed her way onto the glide. She wasn’t a big woman, but she was a sneaky one. You didn’t get to be one of the top on-air reporters in the city without some quick moves. “Just a nibble, Dallas. Something I can take to the public for my ten o’clock bumper.”
“Dead guy,” Eve said shortly, “identification withheld until next of kin are notified.”
“So you know who he was. Got any leads on who opened his throat?”
“My professional opinion would be someone with a sharp implement,” Eve said dryly.
“Um-hmm.” Nadine’s eyes narrowed. “There’s a rumor rolling around that there was a message left at the scene. And that it was a ritual killing.”
Goddamn leaks. “I can’t comment on that.”
“Wait a minute.” At the top of the glide, Nadine took Eve’s arm. “You want me to hold something, you know I’ll hold it. Give me something, and let me work.”
Trusting the media was a dicey business, but she’d trusted Nadine before. To their mutual benefit. As a research tool, Eve knew Nadine was a finely honed instrument. “If it was a ritual killing, which is not substantiated and not for broadcast, my next step would be to gather all pertinent data on established cults and their members—registered and otherwise—in the city.”
“There are all kinds of cults, Dallas.”
“Then you’d better get busy.” She shook her arm free before dropping one more crumb. “Funny, cult must be the root word for occult. Or maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
“Maybe it is.” Nadine swung to the downward glide. “I’ll let you know.”
“That was tidy,” Peabody decided.
“Let’s hope it stays that way. I’m for Whitney. I want you to find out the names of every uniform that was on scene this morning. I want to have a talk about internal security with every one of them.”
“Ouch.”
“Damn right,” Eve muttered and stalked to the elevator.
Whitney didn’t make her wait. She noted as she took her seat in his office that he didn’t appear to have slept any more than she the night before.
“Internal Affairs is beefing on the Wojinski matter. They’re pushing for an official investigation.”
“You can’t hold them off.”
“Not past end of shift today.”
