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DeWinter studied the sketch again. “I can’t think of anyone, but I will think more. Is it true Nadine was attacked last night?”
“An attempt on her. She’s fine.” And thanks to whatever soother Summerset had talked her into, Nadine had still been out when Eve left the house.
“I don’t know her well, but I like her. I’m glad she’s all right.”
“She’s covered. Anything pops, anyone comes to mind, however out of orbit, I hear it. And . . . I don’t know you, really, but we’ve worked together. She’s going after people I know. You should watch yourself.”
“Well, that’s . . . harrowing.”
“You’re low on the list. You just haven’t been here long enough. But watch yourself anyway.”
“Happy New Year,” Peabody added as they started out.
“Thanks bunches.”
“Let’s hit Dawson,” Eve said, “then we’ll go by the morgue, run it through with Morris.” She checked the time as they walked. “That bar’s not going to be open for hours. We work the searches back at Central until. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
• • •
Dawson had a desk twice the size of Eve’s. It occurred to her when she noted all the glass vials holding insects, bone fragments, soils, stones, and what might have been a decimated fish of some sort she’d never actually been in his office before.
Names, locations, tasks, techs, investigators—including her—covered his board. A wide shelf under a glow light held several odd-looking plants.
He raised his face from a scope, noted the direction of Eve’s glance. “Carnivorous plants. A hobby of mine.”
“You have meat-eating plants in your office?”
“Frrrosty,” was Peabody’s take as she moved closer to study them.
“Can’t have them at home. My wife laid down the law on it. It’s not like they eat people.” He smiled broadly. “Yet. I’m playing around with a hybrid.”
“I’ll remember that should I have to arrest you for aiding and abetting homicidal vegetation. Recognize her?”
She handed him the sketch.
“This is the one who did Bastwick, Ledo. Heard she tried for Nadine Furst last night. Word travels.” He held the sketch out at arm’s length. “Haven’t gotten in to get my eyes fixed.”
He squinted at it.
“Looks like a lot of anybodies.”
She repeated the routine she’d done with the others. Single, ordinary, bright, organized, and so on.
“You’re not bright, organized, and a little obsessive, you don’t stay on my team for long. I know my people pretty good, Dallas. And that bleeds over to the other departments.”
“Anybody particularly interested in my cases?”
“See that board? We cover every-fricking-body. Not to say we don’t dig in. The one you worked with DeWinter? Everybody got invested in that.” He swiveled gently in his chair, obviously comfortable with his decimated fish and carnivorous plants. “You find the remains of twelve kids? I don’t work with people who don’t get invested in something like that.”
“Think about it,” she asked him. “Post that where people can see it.”
Where, Eve thought, she can see it if she’s here.
• • •
She wasn’t there, or at the morgue, or in a cube or on a crime scene.
She’d taken a personal day—the first in more than two years. The work she did now, the most important work she’d ever done, ever would do, needed the time. Needed her focus.
