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“Keep running it. Elsie, can you make a copy of this, then do another? Can you do the reverse-age thing? Take her back about, let’s say, three years.”
“I can do that, good thought. Just hold on.”
Eve took the copy, stuck it in Peabody’s file bag, then watched as their Jane Doe morphed into a younger girl. Just a little more fat in the cheeks, a little more symmetry.
“Copy that, too. I’ll run this one.”
“I can do a lateral search and match while you are,” Elsie told her. “One of us should hit.”
But they didn’t.
“Maybe I went off,” Elsie began.
“I doubt it. You were on the nail with the other eleven. We’ll widen the search. Peabody, copy both images to EDD, ask Feeney to do a global. It’ll be faster going through EDD.”
“I’ll keep it running here, too. If you find her, send me her name. I feel—I don’t know why—more with this girl.”
“Maybe because it feels like she never really had anyone.”
“Maybe.” Elsie nodded at Eve.
Back in the car, Eve headed for Central. “Give Jones another push. He’s got to be out of whatever he was in by now. No, I’ll do it. Hit them with rank.”
She used the in-dash, put cold cop on her face.
“Higher Power Cleansing Center for Youths. How can I help you today?”
“This is Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD. I need to speak with Nashville Jones immediately.”
“Oh! Just one moment, please, I’ll transfer you. Have a positive day.”
“Yeah, yeah. People are always saying shit like that,” Eve complained to Peabody. “Have a good day, have a happy day, have a peaceful day or whatever. I’d rather have a kick-ass day.”
“That should be your sign-off.”
“Mr. Jones’s office, this is Lydia. How can I serve you today?”
“You can serve me Mr. Jones, asap.”
“Lieutenant Dallas, yes, I gave him the message. I’m afraid Mr. Jones had to leave. Something came up and—”
“What the hell do you mean, he left?”
“He had something come up,” Lydia repeated. “He asked me to cancel the rest of his schedule for today. I’m sure it was very important. I’d be happy to leave him another message.”
“Because the first one worked so well.”
Eve clicked off before Lydia could wish her a positive day.
“Goddamn it.” She zipped between a Rapid Cab and a panel truck—incurring the ire of the truck driver, switching lanes so she could make the turn.
Peabody clamped a hand on the chicken stick as Eve punched into vertical to avoid a minor traffic snarl.
“I take it we’re going to HPCCA.”
“You bet your ass. Son of a bitch!” Eve threaded another needle. Peabody shut her eyes.
Eve barreled into HPPCY, and had Shivitz waving her hands, bouncing from foot to foot in distress.
