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“You don’t have to worry I’ll usurp your . . . dynamic, we’ll call it in polite company. I’m not interested. There will be no threesomes here.”
“Gosh, I was counting on that. I even had the outfit.”
“Peabody.” Eve’s voice remained firm and flat despite the laugh tickling the back of her throat.
“Let’s put all the sex aside,” Eve began.
“I couldn’t agree more! Now—”
“No, now,” Eve corrected. “Your whereabouts for the times in question are pertinent to the investigation. I have no personal interest in you whatsoever. If you’d check your calendar, we’ll wait.”
“Are you suggesting I’m a suspect?”
“I’m suggesting you state your whereabouts so we can stop wasting each other’s time.”
“Fine. I don’t have to check anything.” Farmer tapped her head. “On the evening of the twenty-seventh, I was in Miami, tracking, and apprehending, Janet Beaver. I returned with her to New York on the eight-fifteen shuttle—North-South Transportation. On the night of the twenty-eighth through the morning of the twenty-ninth, I was following up a lead on Montoya, which turned out to be a dead end. I stayed in the Motor Court Lodge, off Exit 112 on 68 in Pennsylvania. I used my credit card for expenses, and I did the same when I had breakfast in their coffee shop at six hundred on the twenty-ninth. For the last, I was here, working, but I ordered a pizza—personal size, pepperoni and mushroom. It was delivered about seven-thirty. The delivery girl was about eighteen, five feet, four inches, one twenty, pink hair, green eyes. Mama Mia’s Pizzeria, West Twenty-third off Seventh.”
“We’ll verify, and that should be that.” Eve got to her feet.
“I can see I misplaced my admiration and ambitions with you.”
“Yeah, you did. You should seek help, Farmer. It might clue you in you’re just not an irresistible sex magnet. Besides”—on impulse she slung an arm around Peabody, cuddled her stunned partner in—“my partner’s got the better tits.”
“I’m filing a complaint!” Farmer shouted.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Eve strode out, pleased to be amused this time instead of depressed and angry. “Let’s check in with Charlie, just to close the door, but she’s not who we’re after.”
“Everybody’s after her.”
“Must be a constant trial.” Eve opted to walk, let the cold blow her brain clear again. “She’s smart enough, and she has strong e-skills, but she’s too obsessed with sex. No sexual component at all in the kills, and with her there would be.”
Eve stopped at a cart along the walk. “I’ve still got enough to spring for a cart lunch.”
“You’re just paying to distract me. Because you want to ogle my tits.”
“Always, Peabody. Always.”
By sixteen hundred, Eve felt she’d covered all the ground and all the potentials that made sense.
She considered her options, didn’t care for any of them.
“Peabody, book a holoroom at Central.”
“Really?” Surprised delight flashed over Peabody’s face. “You never use frosty tech like a holoroom.”
“I’ve used Roarke’s a few times. I want to walk through it, all three scenes. One, two, three. Something might pop out rolling through them one after the other.”
“Checking on it . . . There’s one, and only one, open in ten minutes for forty minutes. The big one’s booked straight through until twenty hundred hours, and the second one’s out of order—again. McNab says it’s glitchy more than not. Booking it now. We’ve got a couple of the booths free, but that’s the only room.”
She only needed one.
Because she wanted the full time, Eve headed straight there, suffered the elevators jammed by the eight-to-four, four-to-midnight changes of shift.
The Holo and VR sector was quiet, and clean. No Vending was offered, and signs were posted along the corridor as reminders that food and drink were forbidden in the rooms.
Others warned that all activity in said rooms would be monitored and recorded.
