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“I’m going to feel a lot better if you’re right. I really want you to be right, especially after . . .”
“Talking to Tortelli,” Eve finished, reading her partner clearly. “We’re swinging by EDD. I want to bounce some of this off Feeney if he’s still here. I’ll drive you and McNab home when I’m done.”
“Seriously?”
“It’s not much out of my way, and not out of it period if Mavis is home. Check that for me, will you? I want to look in on her myself if she’s there.”
“Sure. Are you and Roarke going to the ball drop?”
“Oh, absolutely. If we both suffer extensive brain damage in the next twenty-four hours.” She beetled her brows at Peabody as they walked. “You’re going?”
“Well, yeah—if we’re clear. Sure, it’s insanity—I worked crowd control New Year’s Eve my first year on the job, and it’s wild and wicked. But fun, too. And Mavis got us all full-access passes, so we get some VIP treatment and get to hob and nob with celeb and music stars.”
“I’d rather be flayed alive and force-fed my own skin.”
“Eeww!”
“Yeah, that was pretty disgusting, but close to true.” She detoured toward EDD, then stopped outside the bright and jumping world that was the Electronic Detectives Division.
Everybody moved, bouncing in their chairs, dancing on their feet to some inner geek beat. Neon colors gone nuclear adorned every person in the room, save one.
Feeney, Eve thought, a rumpled oasis of sanity in a world gone Day-Glo mad. He stood—and okay, his foot tapped, but that was reasonable—at a board, swiping, sweeping, jabbing while a couple of geeks looked on.
The place smelled like sugary drinks and fruit-flavored gum. Someone dressed in lightning-bolt blue with a poofy tower of green hair did a jump and spin in a cube, and said, “Yee-haw!”
“See this?” Eve said. “Multiply it by a few million, and that’s your ball drop.”
“That’s what makes it mag.”
“And that,” Feeney declared, shooting both index fingers at the screen, “is how it’s done.”
The detective on Feeney’s right pumped her fists in the air, wiggled her pink-and-white-striped covered butt. “Yo fricking ho, Captain.”
“Watch and learn, children, watch and learn.” He dusted his palms together. “Now finish that off and go bag the bastard. Embezzlement, insurance fraud, with a side of blackmail.”
“Fly in the web, boss. Thanks.”
Feeney turned, spotted Eve, nodded to her and Peabody.
“Got a minute?” Eve asked him.
“Now I do.”
“Peabody, check on McNab’s status, and Mavis. In your office? I can’t think out here,” she told Feeney. “I don’t know how you do.”
“Keeps the blood moving to the brain,” he claimed, and led the way. “And some days gives you a mother of a headache.”
He plucked a couple of the candied almonds he kept in a bowl on his desk, then sat, propped his feet on the desk. “I’ve been out there working on that shovel and search damn near an hour. Nice to get the feet up. Spill it.”
“Have you had time to read the updates?”
“Yeah, I’m on the mark there.”
“Up until this attempt on Hastings I’ve been thinking cop—leaning heavy toward it. But what kind of cop runs from an unarmed wit? You’re armed, witness isn’t, and the target’s down. The play is pursue, take out the wit, finish the job.”
“We get some yellow-bellies on the job.”
“Yeah, but even factoring that, what’s the risk? And the adrenaline should be pumping, right?”
