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“Yeah.” She leaned her head back, and for a moment, just a moment, closed her eyes. “I can’t think about this now. We’ve got some leads that may pan out.”
“Was there something else you needed to speak with me about?”
“Need to walk and talk.” She rose, and told Mira about the incident with Nixie and the murder board.
“We’ll talk about it in our next session.”
“Fine, good. I need to go harass Yancy about the composite.”
“Good luck.”
She could use some, Eve thought as she caught a glide. It was about time a little luck headed her way.
14
SHE FOUND YANCY IN A LITTLE GLASS BOX CONFERENCE room in his sector, drinking station-house coffee with Ophelia. The LC wore the same feathers and paint as the night before. In the harsh lights she looked the way Eve had always thought carnies looked in daylight—a little worn, a little tawdry, and not particularly inviting.
But Yancy was chatting her up, flirting.
“So, asshole tells me he wants me to sing. Says it’s the only way he can get the wood on. Wants me to sing ‘God Bless America.’ Can you dig it?”
“What did you do?”
“What you think? I sing. I got the tune okay, but I gotta make up the words mostly. Giving him a hand job, and he’s singing with me, fixing the words. There we are, squeezed in a doorway, having ourselves a duet.”
“What happened?”
“He got up, got in, and round about the third time around the tune, got off. Got to be a regular after that. Every Tuesday night, we had ourselves a performance. I got me a red, white, and blue outfit, too. Give him a little more bang for his buck.”
“You see a lot of characters in your line of work.”
“Honey, you been on the stroll long as me, there’s nothing you haven’t seen. Why just last week—”
“Excuse me.” Eve’s voice was hard as baked earth. “Sorry to interrupt your chat, but I need to see Detective Yancy for a moment. Detective?”
“Be right back, Ophelia.”
“Oooh, she looks mean enough to chew rock and spit pebbles in your eye.” Voice low, Ophelia winked at Yancy. “You watch that fine ass of yours.”
The minute they were outside, the door closed behind them, Eve tore in. “What the hell are you doing? Drinking coffee, chatting about her exploits on the stroll.”
“I’m warming her up.”
“She had a bed, her meals, her entertainment, courtesy of the NYPSD. If you ask me, she’s warm enough now to sweat. I need results, Detective, not amusing anecdotes for your case file.”
“I know what I’m doing, you don’t. And if you’re going to rip me a new one, wait until I’m finished.”
“I’ll schedule that—as soon as you tell me when the hell you’re going to be finished.”
“If I don’t have something you can use in an hour, I’m not going to have it at all.”
“Do it. Get it. Bring it to Conference Room C.”
They turned their backs on each other. Eve walked away, ignoring the interested parties at desks and cubes.
When she arrived at the conference room herself, Peabody was already there, setting up. At least she hadn’t forgotten the duties of an aide.
“Got three names for you, Dallas, that fit the parameters of our profile.”
