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“I’m not going to tell you what or why I think. You’ve got what you’ve got, and with a couple hours’ jump on the rest of the media.”
“Then I’d better get it on the air.” Nadine rose. “Thanks.” She paused at the door while Eve licked sugar off her thumb. “Off the record. Why do you think he posed as a priest all this time?”
“Off the record, he needed a mask and Flores was handy. He was waiting for something or someone and wanted to wait at home.”
“Home?”
“Off the record, yeah, I think he came home.”
“If you confirm that and pass it on, there’re more doughnuts in it for you.”
Eve had to laugh. “Beat it.”
When Nadine beat it, clicking briskly down the hall on her sky-scraper red heels, Eve turned back to the murder board. “Something or someone,” she murmured. “Must’ve been pretty damn important to you, Lino.”
6
EVE TAGGED FEENEY AT HIS DESK. HER FORMER partner, now captain of the Electronic Detectives Division, sat munching on candied almonds and looking comfortably rumpled.
“Any progress on my ID?”
“I’ve got two of my boys on it. McNab and Callendar.”
The fact that Callendar had breasts and no Y chromosome didn’t make her any less one of Feeney’s boys. “And?”
“They’re working on it. I took a quick pass. It’s damn good, and it’s dug in deep. It’s not going to take five minutes.” His droopy eyes narrowed in his saggy face. “What’s that? What have you got?”
“What? Where?”
“Doughnuts?”
“What is this, some new EDD toy? Smell-a-’link?”
“I can see the corner of the box. I know a bakery box when I see one.” Feeney shifted right and left as if to get a better angle. “Cookies? Danishes?”
“You hit it the first time.”
“So you tag me instead of coming up and sharing?”
“I got work here. I’m waiting for the lab to reconstruct the vic’s tattoo, and I’ve got to get these baptism records, and run the vic’s prints and DNA, and . . . I don’t have to share my doughnuts. They’re my bribe.”
“Then you shouldn’t flaunt them in front of my face.”
“I—” Damn, she thought, and gave the box a shove to take it out of screen range. “Listen, aren’t you Catholic or something?”
“Mostly.”
“Okay, so if you’re Catholic, is it like a bigger sin to kill a priest rather than a regular guy?”
“Jesus, no. Well, maybe. Wait.” Pausing, Feeney scratched his head through the wire brush of silvered ginger hair. “No. He wasn’t a priest anyway, right?”
“Right. I’m just trying to cover bases here. It goes two ways. Either they were killing the priest, or they were killing the guy. Or three ways, they were killing the guy who just happened to be a priest. I think it’s two.”
“I forgot what two is.”
“The guy. I think they knew the guy, but since he’d been there for years, why so long a wait?”
Feeney exhaled through his nose, then popped more almonds. “Maybe they weren’t around until now.”
