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Feeney shook his head, spoke under his breath to Eve. “Hornier now, you ask me, than before they moved in together. Wish they’d start swiping at each other like before. This shit’s getting creepy.”
It was good, Eve thought, to have someone on the team who showed good sense. To show solidarity, she gave him a slap on one of his slouched shoulders.
When Baxter and Trueheart arrived, they got coffee, the updated files.
“Detective Yancy should be joining us shortly,” Eve began. “If the wit comes through, we’ll have faces. Meanwhile, we’ve found connections.”
Using both the board and the screen, Eve briefed the team on the potential links between the Swishers and the two other victims.
“If this same person or persons killed or arranged to have killed Moss, Duberry, and the Swisher family, we can see by the time frame that these murders are not only carefully planned, but that the person or persons behind them are controlled, patient, careful. This is no psychopath on a spree, but a purposeful man on a mission. One with connections of his own, with skill and/or the money or resources to hire those with skill. He does not work alone, but as part of a well-honed team.”
“Cop killers,” Baxter said without any of his usual humor.
“Cop killers,” Eve confirmed. “But the fact that they were cops was irrelevant. They were obstacles, nothing more.”
“But not collateral damage.” Trueheart looked surprised, even slightly embarrassed to realize he’d spoken aloud. “What I mean, Lieutenant, is that Detectives Knight and Preston weren’t bystanders or innocent victims from the killers’ points of view. They were what I guess we could call enemy guards?”
“Agreed. This is a small, very personal war. With very specific objectives. One of those objectives has not been met. Nixie Swisher.” She brought the child’s ID image on-screen.
“Given what we know, we can speculate that the survivor is no threat to them. She is a child, one who saw nothing that can lead to the identification of the individuals who killed the family. In any case, what she saw, what she knew, had already been reported. Her death gains nothing. It is probable they abducted Meredith Newman, likely they interrogated her, under duress, and gained the knowledge that the survivor knew nothing that would lead us to their identity.”
“But they don’t give it a wash.” Baxter studied the child. “They don’t move on, consider it done. They put together another operation to try to find and eliminate her, and instead take down two cops.”
“The mission isn’t complete, therefore the mission has not been successful. What did they want from the Swishers?”
“Their lives,” Baxter answered.
“Their family. The destruction of their family. You take mine, I’ll take yours. So they continue to hunt the last remaining member, illustrating a need for completion, for perfection, for a fulfillment of the work. With the murder of Knight and Preston, a message was sent. They will engage the enemy, they will eliminate obstacles. They will complete their mission.”
“Hell they will,” Feeney voiced.
“Hell they will. Detective Peabody?”
Peabody jolted, blinked at Eve. “Sir?”
“Brief the rest of the team on the results of your recent search.”
“Ahhh.” She cleared her throat and rose. “At Lieutenant Dallas’s orders, I conducted a search for any individuals who fit our current profile who were involved in a trial or case that included Swisher, Moss, and Duberry. The search resulted in three individuals. The first, Donaldson, John Jay, Sergeant USMC, retired.”
She ordered image and data on-screen and relayed the details of the divorce case.
“Looks like a jarhead.” Baxter shrugged when Eve frowned at him. “That’s what my grandfather called marines. He was regular army during the Urbans.”
“You and Trueheart will take the jarhead. It’s possible he wasn’t satisfied with the court’s decision. Peabody, next up.”
“Next is Glick, Viktor, Lieutenant Colonel, U.S. Army, active and based at Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn.”
When Peabody finished the data, Eve gestured to Feeney. “You and McNab up for some field work in Brooklyn?”
“Can do. I’m going to enjoy seeing what the army makes of our E-Division fashion plate.”
“Peabody and I will take the last. Peabody?”
“Kirkendall, Roger, Sergeant, U.S. Army, retired.”
When the data was complete, she sat down with obvious relief.
“Kirkendall,” Eve continued, “also has a connect to a Brenegan, Jaynene, who was stabbed to death in a parking lot outside the health center where she served as an ER doc. They got a guy for that, but it bears looking at. Baxter, reach out to the investigators on that. Let’s see if anything rings.”
