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“It does indeed. She lists a home and office address here in New York. Park Avenue. Peabody, run this down.”
“It’s the Waldorf,” Roarke said from behind her.
“As in Astoria?” Eve glanced back, caught his nod, and the look in his eyes when they met hers.
She thought, Crap, but said nothing. Not yet.
“Check and see if they have her registered,” she told Peabody. “And get a copy of the ID print, show it to the desk staff to see if they make her. Quick work, Berenski.”
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“After quick work, I like to relax with a good bottle or two of wine.”
She took the printout and walked away without a second glance.
“Worth the shot,” Berenski said at her back.
“There’s nobody by the name of Dana Buckley registered at the Waldorf,” Peabody told her as she caught up to Eve. “No make from the desk staff. This new data rates a second hmmm.”
“Go back to Central, do a full run on her. You can start on the security discs. Send copies to my home unit. I’m going to swing by, reinterview Carolee, show her the printout. Maybe she’ll remember seeing the vic.”
“We were lucky to get a DNA match that fast. I’ll tag you if I dig up anything on her.” She sent a quick smile to Roarke. “See you later.”
Eve waited until she and Roarke were in her vehicle, with her taking the wheel. “You knew her.”
“Not really. Of her, certainly. It’s complicated.”
“Is there any way you could be connected to this?”
“No. That is, I have no connection to her.”
Eve felt the knot in her stomach begin to loosen. “How do you know her, or of her?”
“I first heard of her some years ago. We were working on a prototype for some—at the time—new holo technology. It was very nearly stolen, or would have been if we hadn’t implemented multiple layers of security. As it was, she got through several before the red flag.”
“Corporate and/or technological espionage.”
“Yes. I didn’t know her as Dana Buckley, but as Cath erine Delauter. I expect you’ll find any number of IDs before you’re done.”
“Who does she work for?”
He lifted a shoulder in a dismissive if elegant shrug. “The highest bidder. She thought I might be interested in her services, and arranged to meet me. That’s seven or eight years ago.”
“Did you hire her?”
He glanced at Eve with mild exasperation. “Why would I? I don’t need to steal—and if I did, I could do it myself, after all. I wasn’t interested in her services, and made it plain. Not only because I don’t—never did—steal ideas. It’s low and common.”
Eve shook her head. “Your moral compass continues to baffle me.”
“As yours does me. Aren’t we a pair? But I warned her off not only for that, but because she was known—and my own research confirmed—not only as a spy but an assassin.”
Eve glanced over quickly before she pushed through traffic. “A corporate assassin?”
“That would depend on the highest bidder, from what I learned. She’s for hire, or apparently was, and didn’t quibble at getting her hands bloody. Peabody won’t find any of this in her run. A large percentage of her work, if rumor holds, has been for various governments. The pay’s quite good, particularly if you don’t mind a bit of throat slitting.”
“A techno spy, heavy into wet work, takes a ride on the ferry. And ends up not just dead, but missing. A competitor? Another kill for hire? It struck me as a pro job, even—maybe because—it was so damn messy and complicated. It’s going to get buckets of media when the rest of the data leaks. Who would want that?”
“A point proven?” He shrugged again. “I couldn’t say. Was the body dumped off the ferry?”
