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She rolled her eyes but ate some asparagus. “There. So, simplify it, break it down to its elements.”
“And you have a game of Clue.”
She circled a finger in the air as she chewed more steak. “Or their version of that sort of thing. Maybe their version of some urban hunt for really big game.”
“Which winds back to why. It’s murder, Eve, and by your supposition the murder of innocent and personally unknown people.”
“People important in their field. People in business or services for the upper rung of the social and financial ladder. I think that’s an element. Maybe that’s part of the why. I don’t know yet.”
“Because anything less isn’t worthy.”
Eve paused with a liberally salted forkful of potato halfway to her mouth. “Worthy.”
“Just trying to follow the trail you’re breaking. You’ve described them both as arrogant, smug, wealthy, privileged, and from my limited knowledge of them I don’t disagree.”
He poured more water in her glass as he expected she’d need to drink like the dying with that much salt in her system.
“They’ve been steeped in that privilege all their lives,” he continued, “and have known only the best, have been able to s
elect the best in every area. That can be a heady experience when you come from nothing. Conversely, it could be a matter of considering what you deserve is only the best, and less isn’t to be tolerated.”
He lifted his wine, gestured before he drank. “Why murder a sidewalk sleeper, for instance? Where’s the shine in that, where’s the prestige? And you’ve no truck with that sort in any case. They’re too far beneath you.”
“But a tony chauffeur service, or the best LC in the city, while beneath you, are still people you would or could utilize.”
“It’s logical.”
“It damn well is,” she agreed. “An unusual weapon, or unique weapon, it adds to the shine.”
“And perhaps the challenge.”
“So does the location. Makes it challenging, and worthy.”
“They’ve each completed their round, if that’s what this is,” Roarke pointed out. “Or bagged their trophy. Maybe that’s the end of it.”
“No. It’s a tie, isn’t it? A tie doesn’t cut it, not in games, in competition, in sports. Ties suck for everybody. There has to be a winner. They have to go to the next round.”
He turned it over in his mind. “They know you’re looking at them, checking alibis, doing background checks. That would add to the flavor, the buzz of it all, if that’s what this is about.”
“They were ready for me.” She nodded to herself as she looked back at both interviews. “See that’s what struck me when I talked to each of them. They were ready with their performance, their script, their play. It was like another kind of round, wasn’t it? A level. Okay, we each qualified in that round, now it’s Beat the Cop time for bonus points. They had to factor that in when they used employee IDs. They had to want that element, too.”
“A bigger bonus that it was you, with your reputation.”
“Add my connection to you. A little more—what’s it—panache.”
“As you’re talking me into it, consider the timing. We’re just back from holiday. It’s very easy to verify we’d both be back to work. And if any research had been done, a good bet that your name would come up on a fresh homicide when you’re just back. I’d say they wanted, hoped, and did their best to ensure it would be you. Only the best.”
“He brought up the book. Dudley,” Eve remembered. “Nadine’s book, the Icove case. A lot of shimmer on that right now. Damn it, maybe I should tell Nadine to watch her back. She’s riding a big, shiny bestseller. And the bastard made a point of mentioning it.”
“I can’t see her as a target, but you’d feel better if you contacted her.”
“Why not a target?”
“Both victims have been service providers. Some would even consider them a kind of servant.”
“Maybe, yeah, maybe, but I’m going to tell her not to do anything stupid. Then, damn it all over again, she’s going to push me for a one-on-one on this, try to wheedle more out of me on the investigation.”
“Friendship’s complex and layered.”
