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He held Jacoby’s eyes another testing moment, signaled to Eve to go, then followed.
As they walked toward the elevator, Feeney examined his fingernails. “Shoulda followed through with a knee to the balls.”
“I would have, but he doesn’t have any.” Then she sobered, straightened. “Commander, I apologize for—”
“Don’t spoil it.” He stepped into the elevator, rolled his shoulders. “I have to get out in the field more often. I forgot how much fun it could be. I want your observations and analysis of the scene on disc as soon as possible, Lieutenant. Run a probability on his still being in or near the city, and if that comes through positive, run one on where he might hole up. Contact—”
He broke off, looked down into her face. “You show admirable restraint, Dallas, in not telling me you know how to do your job.”
“The thought never crossed my mind, sir.” Since decking Jacoby had brightened her mood, she worked up a smile. “Hardly.”
“Since you do know I’ll let you get on with it.” He walked off the elevator. “I have a number of calls to make. A number of ears to burn.”
“He’s revved up,” Feeney murmured when Whitney left them.
“Is he?”
“Yeah. You didn’t know him when he worked the streets. Got cold blood, Jack does. Heads’ll be rolling by end of shift, and he won’t have broken a sweat.” Feeney pulled his bag of nuts from his pocket. “I’ll gather up McNab. You taking this into Central?”
“For now.” She pulled out her communicator, intending to tag Peabody when her aide stepped off the elevator across the wide lobby. “You’re with me.”
Eve waited until they were out the doors and inside her unit. “Report?”
“Kept to himself. Very polite, if aloof. Always perfectly dressed. Always alone. I talked to a dozen neighbors, and two guards, none had ever seen him with anyone. But, he had a server droid. One of the guards told me the Feebs carried out what was left of it. He claimed it looked like a self-destruct.”
“Covered his ass there.”
“A woman on the fifteenth floor, one of those society-type matrons, said she’d spoken to him occasionally in the lobby, and a number of times at the ballet and opera. You hit that one. She said he had season tickets to both, box seat, stage right. He always went solo.”
“We’ll put some men on that, but he’s not going to risk it now, no matter how much he gets into that stuff. He’ll know we’ve blown his cover in this building, talked to neighbors. He’ll bypass his usual haunts, at least for the time being.”
“I’ve gone to the opera with Charles a few times. I’ve been trying to pull it in, get a visual on that box. But it’s not clicking. I could ask him. He goes a lot. Could have noticed.”
Eve drummed her fingers on the wheel, weighed, considered and ruthlessly cut off a Rapid Cab. “Run it by him, but don’t fill him in. We’ve got too many fingers in this pie already without adding another civilian.”
“Speaking of pie,” Peabody said, and looked longingly toward a corner glide-cart.
“It’s not even noon. You can’t be hungry.”
“Can, too. I bet you didn’t have breakfast. Missing the most essential meal of the day can make you cranky, and logy, and seriously affect your mental and emotional well-being. Studies—”
“Oh Christ!” Eve whipped to the curb, cut off yet another cab, then gave Peabody a steely glare. “You’ve got sixty seconds.”
“Watch me rock.”
She was out of the car like a laser flash, whipping out her badge to clear her path toward the scoop of soy fries her stomach was yearning for.
She popped back in the car, seconds to spare, and offered Eve a beaming smile and a second scoop of fries. The smile wobbled only slightly when Eve took the scoop and tucked it between her thighs.
“I didn’t think you were hungry.”
“Then why’d you buy me a scoop?”
“Just to be nice,” Peabody said with some dignity as her hopes for two scoops—after all she wouldn’t have felt right about letting them go to waste—were dashed. “I guess you want this, too.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Eve snagged the tube of Pepsi, plucked out some fries, and shot back into traffic. “Record on my collar.” Eve gestured to it with her chin. “Upload onto hard drive and disc. Get me your knock-on-doors report within the hour, and contact Charles Monroe.”
Peabody plucked off the recorder, slipped it onto her own jacket. “Yes, sir.”
