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“Got a walk-in clinic on Broadway and Eighteen.”
“Take him there.”
“Aw, Dallas,” Feeney mumbled.
“Stay with him,” Eve continued. “I’ll contact his wife. When she gets there, if she wants you to stay, you stay.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Name?”
“Klink.”
“Take care of him, Officer Klink.”
She slammed the door, stepped back. And watching Klink drive Feeney away wondered if she had time for a detox session.
She settled for scrubbing her hands as if her next task were to perform surgery. And tagging Feeney’s wife on the move, made her way back to her own division to track down McNab. She had visions of EDD throwing an orgy of biblical proportions without Feeney in command. Just as she was about to try for McNab, she swung into her own bullpen and saw him.
His back was to her, but there was no mistaking Ian McNab. Who else had that skinny build, the long tail of blond hair flopping down the back of a shirt that resembled the view through a kaleidoscope? And who else would have his flat ass on her partner’s desk?
“McNab, get your pitiful excuse for an ass off Peabody’s desk and into my office.”
She didn’t bother to wait to see if he obeyed. She didn’t doubt he would, or that he’d slip Peabody a little pinch or tickle before he did. Some things she didn’t need to witness.
By the time she got coffee, he was bouncing into her office. “Hey, Dallas, I just came down to—”
“Who’s the ranking officer under Feeney?”
“Ah, that would be…yeah, that would probably be DS Reedway. Why?”
“I just had Feeney hauled off to the health center. His—”
“Jeez.” MacNab’s soft green eyes clouded with worry. “Is he that bad? He looked rough this morning.”
“Bad enough. Inform your Detective Sergeant that your captain’s out sick. If he needs any information or assistance, he can contact me.”
“She. DS Melodie Reedway.”
“A cop named Melodie. It’s just not right.” She waved that off. “If your ranking officer has no objections, I’d like you as primary e-man on the Anders investigation. You’re annoying, but at least I know what to expect from you.”
He grinned at her. “I’ve been working it. I came down to give you an update.”
“Feeney just gave me one on the way down to transpo—or partially. Have you started on the wife’s electronics?”
“We focused on the vic’s first, and he has serious boatloads. Fairly iced. Guy liked UTD—up-to-date,” he translated when Eve frowned. “I can shift over to the wife’s if you want. Anything special I’d be looking for?”
“Yeah, her having a conversation with the killer would be nice. You know the particulars of the case, you’re a detective. You’ll know when you see or hear it. Get back up there, McNab.”
“Okay. Listen, I’ll give Mrs. Feeney a call, let her know.”
“Already done. But you could check in with an Officer Klink. He’s with Feeney.”
“Okay. Hey, it’s mag about Peabody doing Now tonight. She’s freaked. I was giving her a pep talk just now.”
“As long as that’s all you were giving her. Leave now, and don’t touch my partner on the way out.”
She shut the door behind him. After topping off her coffee, she sat at her desk, put her boots up on it. And studied her murder board.
