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Wrongs never righted.
She knew what she needed here, systematically
climbed the ladder to the boxes she needed, rifled through them for components.
Taking off the vest, she began to work. With the right tools, the right skills, it really wasn’t that hard to create explosives. With some rudimentary calculations, she could—would—build a bomb vest that would take out all of Homicide.
• • •
Lolo took one hard look at the ID shot, shook her head. “Never seen her before. Somebody comes in here more’n once, I know the face. You come in three times, I know where you wanna sit, what you wanna drink. You eat that soup?”
“Yeah, thanks, it was good. So was the pie. Maybe she’s been in when you’re off shift.”
Lolo snorted. “Not likely. I’m here damn near round the clock. Go ahead, show it around, but she ain’t been in here, not more’n once anyway.”
Once they’d gotten the same reaction from the rest of the staff, Eve walked back out.
“You got pie?” Peabody demanded.
“Save it. Maybe she just got lucky, jumped into the place on instinct. I’m gaining, she’s looking for cover.”
But it went against the grain.
“Or she just looks different enough, made herself look different enough,” Peabody suggested. “What kind of pie?”
“Apple,” Eve said absently. “Let’s show her around in a few other places. If we can put her in this area, we’ve got more weight.”
But waiters, shopkeepers, the guy on the cart, all gave them thumbs-down.
Going with what they had, they tracked Messner down at the courthouse, had to cool their heels until the lunch recess.
“Flank her,” Eve ordered Peabody as they approached. “In case she tries to rabbit. Loreen Messner.”
“That’s right. Oh, hey, Lieutenant Dallas. Didn’t see you on the docket.”
It took only that, the casual acknowledgment, the relaxed shoulders, to tell Eve they were on the wrong path. But they had to follow it through.
“We’re here on another matter. You knew Bastwick.”
“Anybody works this courtroom knew Bastwick. Slick one. Sorry about what happened to her.” Messner snuck a glance at her wrist unit, reminding Eve she was on lunch break. “What can I help you with?”
“You popped up on a search in the course of our investigation.”
“Me? On Bastwick?” Messner started to laugh, then sobered quickly. “No shit?”
“None. Make it easy all around, give me your whereabouts for December twenty-seventh, between seventeen hundred and nineteen hundred hours.”
“Easy. I was in Disney World with a couple friends. None of us have much in the way of family, so we took a few days, picked a spot, and went. Road trip. We headed out early Christmas Eve, came back on the twenty-seventh—didn’t get back to New York until about seven that night, took turns at the wheel, then caught dinner. I’ll give you the names and contacts, the hotel we booked, whatever.”
“I’d appreciate it. Cover it all, will you? The morning of December twenty-ninth around six hundred hours.”
Now two high red flags bloomed on her olive-toned cheeks. “Crap. We polished off the mini-vaca with some clubbing the next night. I met somebody, and she came home with me. She didn’t leave until about eight the next morning. Look, I’ve got her name and contact, but if she gets a call from the cops on me, it might screw things up. I really like her.”
“How about the evening of the twenty-ninth? About nineteen hundred?”
“I took her out to dinner. The Olive Branch, on Reade. Seven o’clock reservations. I’ve got the receipt on that, and they’d have the booking. Jesus, Lieutenant.”
“Just elimination, Messner. We’ll check the first, the last, and when they check out, we’ll leave out the middle.”
