AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay.” She couldn’t fight it. “I’d probably have done the same. I can talk to him later.”
“I assume you’ve run James Priory.”
“Yeah, and I assume you already know the results, so I’ll just say I’m having him run through IRCCA. He’ll be in the system. This isn’t his first.”
“I can get the data for you quicker.”
He could, she thought, at home in the locked room that held his unregistered equipment. “Let’s do it this way for now. He strolled out of here like a man who knew he had some place cozy to go. I’ll find out where soon enough. The real question is why. He came here with a purpose. The fake ID, room booked well in advance, two nights. A time pad in case something didn’t work out the first night. He settled down in his room and he waited for her. Darlene specifically? If so, that’s another why. Any housekeeper? Why again. I might get some of that from his history.”
But it troubled her. “He didn’t care that we made him. That’s a puzzler. Unless I’m way off and we don’t find a sheet on him, it doesn’t make sense he wouldn’t have taken more precautions.”
“Giving you, or possibly me, the finger.”
“Yeah, sometimes it’s just that simple. I have to go to New Jersey, notify next of kin before I go downtown to file my report. How about a lift?”
“You astonish me, Lieutenant,” he said with surprise.
“Maybe I just want to keep my eye on you.”
“Good enough.” He set down his wine and, going to her, cupped her face in his hands. Pressed his lips to her forehead. “This one’s going to be difficult for both of us. I’ll apologize now for any hard words I might say before you close this.”
“Okay.” Marriage, she thought. It was some ride. She cupped his face in turn and gave him a long hard kiss on the mouth. “That’s because I’ll probably say meaner ones.”
His arms slipped slyly around her. “Say something mean now, really mean. Then since we happen to be in a hotel room, you can make up for it on the spot.”
“Pervert,” she said, and with a laugh shoved him away.
“Ouch.” He followed her to the door and out. “That’ll cost you later.”
Notification of next of kin was the most miserable part of being a homicide cop. With a few words you cut slices out of lives. No matter how they were put back together later, they were never the same. Once pieces were missing from the whole, the pattern was forever altered.
Eve tried not to think about it on the way back from New Jersey, where she’d left Darlene French’s mother and younger sister devastated. Instead, she moved on to the steps that would bring them justice, if not comfort.
“If there were any like crimes in the city or other boroughs, I’d have heard about it.” Still, she used the in-dash computer in Roarke’s spiffy little 6000XXX to do a scan for them. “We got your strangulations, we got your rape, and we got your battery,” she began.
“I love New York.”
“Yeah, me, too. We’re sick. Anyway, we have each of the basic elements here and there over the last six months, but none that include all three. And none with a silver wire used as a garrote. Nothing in a hotel either. But the fact that he used one means he could have hit other cities, countries, even off planet. I’ll widen the scan when—”
She broke off as the communicator in her purse signaled. “Dallas.”
“Can’t you take one goddamn night off?”
She stared into Feeney’s mournful eyes. “I was working on it.”
“Well, work harder. You take one, maybe some of the rest of us get one. I was all kicked back with a bottle of brew, a bowl of cheese chips, and the Yankee game on-screen when Peabody tagged me.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, the sons of bitches lost, lost to the freaking Tijuana Tacos. Burns my ass.” He blew out a breath, scratching his fingers in his wiry thatch of graying russet-colored hair. “Anyway, something about your guy rang some bells when Peabody shot the image through. Couldn’t bring it together at first. Had to run him through IRCCA with disc image only. No prints. Sweepers say he musta sealed up. We’ll get his DNA though, from the blood and skin under her nails, and the semen. Didn’t seal up his dick.”
“Yeah, I know how you guys hate putting a coat on your best friend.”
He gave her a sour smile. “I don’t figure he’s worried about the DNA. Sealed up, I expect, to buy a little time to relocate. Take us a few hours to get the DNA results.”
“Did you get a pop through IRCCA?”
“I’m getting to it. So I run him, image only. Get me some likelies with probable face-sculpting work. I fiddle around with them some on the morphing system, and I got a real pretty picture. Added in the murder weapon, and rang those bells. Name’s Sylvester Yost. Sly Yost. Got him a shit pot load of aliases, but that’s his birth name.”
