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“Yeah, I’m betting he snorts, swallows, or smokes a lot. But I meant losing to you in particular.”
Nothing got by his cop, he thought. “I’d say they’ve gone from disdain to loathing, which is also satisfying. If I were the sensitive type, I’d have scraped off their loathing with a putty knife, as it was thick and sticky, but the fact is I enjoyed it quite a lot.”
“That’s because by drinking on their dime and joining their hearty laughter you were actually giving them the finger.”
“And with a modest, just-had-a-run-of-luck smile.”
“You milked it,” Eve concluded.
“Like they were a couple of cows with engorged utters.”
“Eeww.”
“Maybe you had to be there. You’d be interested, I think, to know that Dudley had a bit of a rage in the locker room when we weren’t around and ordered his clubs destroyed.”
“How do you know?”
“I bribed the butler, naturally.”
“Naturally, and naturally locker rooms in your world include butlers.”
“He also smashed his transmitter. I found pieces of it on the floor of the dressing room he used.”
“Temper, temper. That’s good. I can use that.”
“I thought so. He mentioned you. Made a point of telling me he’d met you, and tried to find out how involved I am in your investigation. I made it seem as if this case wasn’t of any particular interest, just a driver and an LC, hardly worth my notice, and not all that important to you from my perspective. That didn’t please him either.”
She said nothing for a moment as he maneuvered through the sluggish river of vehicles. “That was good. That was a pretty good play. It gives him an emotional investment, makes him want to create more importance, more notice. It can’t be ordinary, that’s the whole point. If you were right, and they wanted me in particular, and likely you, it’s no good if you aren’t interested, and it’s just another day of work for me.”
“The Icove case was huge—investigatively, in the media, in the public’s attention. You said he mentioned the case, the book to you when you interviewed him. He did the same with me.”
“Fuck.” Now she scrubbed her hands over her face. “It could’ve been part of the inspiration.”
“They’d have come to this sooner or later. What I do think is the case, the book, the upcoming vid made him, or them, consider how exciting it might be to become a book or vid. To have their competition, then generate all the interest, the notoriety of a major case.”
“The thrill would last a long time. Might be able to play that, too,” she mused. “Just maybe.”
He pulled into a private underground lot, the sort she, on principle, refused to pay the price for.
“You could’ve found a street spot.”
“Live a little, darling. There’s a place a few blocks from here. It’s a nice evening for a bit of a walk, and I can guarantee the pizza’s excellent.”
He took her hand as they walked outside.
“You own the place.”
“Since my wife tends to live on pizza half the time, it seemed a good idea to have a spot close to home that serves exceptional pie.”
“Hard to argue.”
The bright evening sun brought people out in droves. Strolling tourists hauling shopping bags and gawking up at the buildings and sky traffic. And getting in the way, Eve thought, so the people with somewhere to go weaved, dodged, and kept moving. It was a kind of weird and chaotic ballet, she decided, punctuated by the blare of horns, the chatter of the sidewalk hawkers, the pips and pings of ’links and headsets.
A couple of kids surfed by on airboards, laughing like hyenas. And on the corner, the glide cart vendor broke out in song.
“I guess this was a pretty good idea,” Eve decided.
“It’s cleared your headache—sorry, eye ache.” And he paused, selected a sleeve of flowers in bold red and blue from a sidewalk display. He passed the price to the merchant, handed the flowers to Eve while the cart operator’s voice soared in some Italian aria.
