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Hot pink color stained cheeks already wet with tears. “Do you think I’d hand over what was Gail’s, one of her most important things, to a stranger?”
“She’s not a stranger to me.” Peabody looked in Mrs. Devin’s eyes and repeated, “I want to do right by Gail. If she were standing in front of my mother, I know she’d do the same for me.”
On her way back to Manhattan, Peabody had to pull over, rest her head on the wheel.
“Please, God,” she murmured. “Let me find something. Don’t let me have done this to that poor woman for nothing.”
18
EVE HAD A SHORT WINDOW TO CHECK IN WITH her own men, so she hit the bullpen between meetings. After a quick scan, she gestured to Trueheart.
“My office.”
She went in, grabbed coffee, downed half of it.
“Where’s Baxter?” she asked when Trueheart stepped in.
“He’s working a wit in the lounge, Lieutenant. I’m verifying some information via ’link. We’re—”
“Is there a reason I need to know what you’re working on?” she interrupted. “Any humps, bumps, problems, questions?”
“No, sir. Not at this time.”
“Good. Is there anything anybody’s got going that requires me? You pay attention, Trueheart,” she said when he hesitated. “You know what’s moving out there. I don’t have time for a rundown unless I need a rundown.”
“Um, no, sir. I don’t think your attention’s required on anything current.”
“Get the word out. If I’m needed leave a memo. If it’s urgent, contact via ’link.”
“Yes, sir.”
She eased down on the corner of her desk, a deliberate move to take some of the formal out of the exchange. “What’s the buzz out there, Trueheart?”
He looked at her, spiffy in his uniform. “Sir?”
“Jesus, Trueheart. I know damn well Baxter’s clipped some of the green off of you, and as I said previous, you pay attention. You know what the talk is. Let’s hear it.”
“Well, um. Everybody knows something’s going on, and it’s more than the dead junkie. Word’s out one of Lieutenant Oberman’s men went down, at the same scene.”
“And being cops they’re speculating,” Eve added. “And laying money on various scenarios.”
He flushed a little. “It’s very possible, Lieutenant.”
“Get the word out I consider speculation the natural order of things, and would be shocked, Officer, shocked and appalled to discover gambling was going on in my bullpen.”
He gave her a sober nod, spoiled a little by his struggle to control a grin. “Yes, sir, Lieutenant.”
“I can be contacted, but only on urgent matters, for the next two hours. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
Alone, she stood a moment, finishing her coffee and studying her board. When her ’link signaled, she saw Peabody on the display.
“Dallas.”
“I think I might have something,” Peabody began.
