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“Shit.” He winced. “Sorry. Not her type. She flicked him off. Danced with him. She’d dance with anybody, but she wasn’t after that kind of action. Maybe he tried to put the squeeze on her a few times, now that you mention it, but it wasn’t a big deal. No more than Joe College.”
“Joe?”
“Big, good-looking college guy used to shadow her in here sometimes. All-American looking guy. Got kinda broody when she’d be up there dancing with somebody else.”
“You gotta name?”
“Sure.” He looked more baffled than nervous. “Steve. Steve Audrey.”
“You’re an observant sort, aren’t you, Steve?”
“Well, yeah. You work the bar, you see everything once. Probably twice. It’s sort of like watching a play or something every day, but you get paid for it.”
Oh yeah, he was new at this, Eve thought. “You got security cams?”
“Sure.” He glanced up. “When they’re working. Not that they show much once the place gets jumping. Light show hits at nine, when the music changes, and everything starts flashing and rolling. But we don’t have much trouble here anyway. It’s mostly college kids and data freaks. They come in to hang, to dance, keyboard, do some imaging.”
“Imaging.”
“Sure we got six imaging booths. You know, where you can cram in with your pals and take goofy shots, then mug them up on a comp. We don’t have an X license, so it’s got to be clean. No privacy rooms either. What I’m saying is, the place gets busy, but it’s still low-key. Tips suck, but it’s pretty easy work.”
“I’m going to need to see the discs for the last twenty-four hours.”
“Gee. I don’t know if I can do that. I mean, I just work here. I think you have to talk to the manager or something, and he’s not here until seven. Um . . . Officer—”
“Lieutenant.”
“Lieutenant, I just work the bar, mostly days, maybe twenty hours a week. I talk up the customers, give them a hand if they have trouble with the stations or booths. I don’t have any authority.”
“I do.” She tapped her badge. “I can get a warrant, and we can call in your manager. Or you can give me the discs, for which I’ll give you an official NYPSD receipt. All that will take time, and I don’t like wasting time when I’m on a murder investigation.”
“Murder?” His white face lost even the hint of color. “Somebody’s dead? Who? Oh man, oh man, not Rachel.” His fingers inched away from the picture that remained on the bar, and crawled up to his throat. “She’s dead?”
“You ever have anything but sports on-screen here?”
“What? Ah, music vids after nine.”
“I guess you don’t watch much news.”
“Hardly ever. It’s depressing.”
“You got that right. Rachel’s body was found early this morning. She was killed last night.” Eve leaned companionably on the bar. “Where were you last night, Steve?”
“Me? Me?” Terror rippled across his face. “I wasn’t anywhere. I mean, sure, I was somewhere. Everybody’s somewhere. I was here until about nine, and just went on home—got a pizza on the way, then watched some screen. I’d put in eight on the stick, and just wanted to flake, you know? I’ll get you the discs, you’ll see I was here.”
He dashed off.
“Pizza and screen doesn’t alibi him for Rachel Howard,” Peabody pointed out.
“No. But it’s getting me the discs.”
It was only two hours past end of shift when Eve drove through the gates toward home. She considered it a major accomplishment. Of course, she calculated she had at least two more hours to put in before she called it a day, but she’d be putting in the time from her home office.
The house looked its best in summer, she thought, then immediately shook her head. Hell, it looked its best at every season, at any time of the day or night. But there was something to be said about the way that rambling elegance of stone showed itself off against a summer blue sky. With the rolling sea of green grass surrounding it, the splashes and pools of color from the gardens, the lush shade spilling along the ground from the trees, it was a miracle of privacy and comfort in the middle of the urban landscape.
A far cry from a downtown recycle bin.
She parked, as was her habit, in front of the house, then simply sat, drumming her fingers on the wheel. Summerset wouldn’t be lurking in the foyer, ready with some sarcastic observation about her being late. She wouldn’t be able to jab back at him, which was just a little annoying now that she thought about it.
