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“Dr. Theodore McNamara?”
“That’s the one.”
Morris whistled. “Since I’m talking to you, I have to assume the famous doctor didn’t buy it from natural causes.”
“He’s recently been plucked out of the East River, and it doesn’t appear he’d decided to take a little swim.”
“If you’re calling to ask me to flag him priority, you’re wasting a favor. High-profile name, high-profile treatment.”
“That’s not the favor. I’m not primary on this one, but McNamara’s connected to my sexual homicides. I had a chat with him this afternoon, and had him booked for formal tomorrow. I need a head’s-up on the autopsy. All the data from the body and from the primary’s interaction with the pathologist assigned.”
“Why doesn’t the primary copy you?”
“He doesn’t like me. I gotta tell you, my feelings are real hurt over it.”
“Who’s primary?”
“Renfrew, Detective Matthew.”
“Ah.” Morris plumped the pillows behind him, laid back. “Territorial little bastard, poor social skills, and a tendency to refuse to broaden his focus.”
“In other words, a flaming asshole.”
“In other words. I think I’ll go in and take a look at the recently departed myself. I’ll get back to you.”
“Thanks, Morris. I owe you one.”
“Yeah, I like that part.”
“Morris? What’s the tattoo?”
Grinning, Morris tapped a finger on the illustration just under his left nipple. “The Grim Reaper. An equal opportunity employer.”
“You’re a sick man, Morris.” She clicked off. “A sick man.”
She’d kept her back to the reporters as she talked, and her radar up. Most of them, with nothing to feed on, were slipping away to do quick live-remotes.
McNab jogged up to her.
“Walk and talk,” she ordered. “I want to keep clear of the media. Once they make a connection, we lose whatever advantage we’ve got.”
“It was McNamara’s sedan. Good and torched. NYFD’s saying there was a chemical accelerant. RD-52. It’s a kind of flammable acid. You get a flash, fire burst, and it eats right through the metal while it burns. Really thorough. Witness saw the flash, went to take a look-see, and had the presence of mind to note down the vehicle ID before it evaporated. Five, ten more minutes, we’d have had nothing.”
“Smart, but not smart enough. They should’ve blasted off the ID before they torched it. Little mistakes.” She looked back toward the river. “Robbery, my ass. Who rolls a guy, even takes his clothes, then wastes a luxury sedan? What do you bet McNamara paid his killer a visit after I talked to him?”
“I’d put the bank on it.”
“If Renfrew was less of a moron, we could wrap this up tonight.” Staring into middle distance, she juggled possibilities. “Dunwood doesn’t know Renfrew’s a moron. Renfrew’ll notify next of kin, but that’s the wife. No reason for the grandson to come into play there. And no reason for me not to pay him a visit to express my sympathy for his loss and question him. Lucias Dunwood. Get his address. Let’s shake him up.”
“You got it.”
They separated, and Eve made another call. This one to home. “Hi.” She tried a smile when Roarke came on. “I guess they’re still there, huh?”
As there was music blasting and the sound of half-drunken laughter rolling over it, Roarke just shrugged.
“Look, I’m sorry I dumped it on you. Maybe you should lock yourself in one of the rooms. They’ll never find you in that place.”
“I’m considering it. I take it you’ve called to let me know you’ll be some time yet.”
