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His eyes stayed on hers. “Have you considered the sensitivity of you, personally, having access to that data?”
“Personally, Commander?”
“You’re married to a powerful businessman who has interests in many areas of industry and finance—interests that most certainly will be in competition or conflict with some of the parties whose data you now have in your possession.”
Something hot formed a tiny ball in Eve’s belly. “I have potential evidence in my possession.”
“Don’t be naive, Dallas.”
“I never was. I’m the primary investigator on two murders looking for evidence of motive and culpability. I’m not looking, and have no interest in, inside information on my husband’s business competition.”
“There’s concern that, should this data come into his hands, it might be used to his advantage against those competitors.”
The hot little ball expanded. “He doesn’t need my help to compete in business. And he wouldn’t walk over two dead bodies to make some extra bucks. Respectfully, sir”—though her tone had taken on an edge that had nothing to do with respect—“to imply otherwise is an insult to me and to him.”
“It’s not a matter of a few extra dollars, but the potential of millions. Perhaps more than millions. And yes, it’s insulting. It’s also necessary to be understood. If the information now at your disposal should be used in any way unrelated to your investigation, you, this office, this department, will be responsible.”
“My understanding of my responsibility to the victim, to the people of New York, and to this department is and always has been crystal.” It wasn’t a ball in her belly now, but a flood. Like lava. “If you have any doubts of my understanding of that responsibility or my ability to fulfill it, you’re not only obliged to remove me from this investigation, but you should be asking for my badge.”
“You want to be pissed, be pissed. Now, Lieutenant, go back to work.”
She turned on her heel, struggling to keep that fury down, hold it in. But she didn’t quite block all of it. She looked back as she yanked open the door. “I’m not Roarke’s goddamn stooge,” she snapped, and shut the door behind her.
She hauled the temper with her back down to Homicide and into the conference room. One look at Eve’s face made whatever bright comment Peabody was about to utter wither and die.
“Sir,” she said instead, “Baxter’s taking Byson’s data. So far we’ve found nothing transferred to his data records from Copperfield’s.”
“We keep looking.”
“On the e-front, McNab reports that files have been deleted from Copperfield’s office unit.”
“Is Detective McNab now reporting to you? Was there a change in command during the last twenty minutes?”
Knowing that tone, Peabody kept her own very even. “Detective McNab believed we were together, sir, either here or in the field. As I understood you were with the commander, I took his report, and am now reporting same.”
“I’m in EDD.”
Baxter and Peabody exchanged eye rolls behind her back. And fortunately for their welfare, had instincts quick enough to have those eyes focused on the work when she spun around.
“Nobody enters this room or approaches these files without my authority. Clear?”
“Yes, sir!”
When the door was slammed, Peabody let out a long, whistling breath. “Whitney put a really nasty bug up her butt.”
Eve stormed into EDD and through to the comp lab to find McNab. He was hunkered over Copperfield’s office unit. A handful of other detectives or techs worked on various comps in the same area.
“You’re to use a privacy cube at all times when working on this case.”
“Huh? What?” He dragged off a headset.
“This case is now flagged Blue. Privacy cube, verbal reports. Need-to-know basis.”
“Oooo-kay.” He stepped back, just a little, as if he felt the heat pumping off her and was afraid he’d get burned. “I’ve got some deletions. They were—”
“Privacy cube,” she snapped. “Now.”
“Yes, sir. It’s going to take me a few minutes to set it up.”
