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“I’ve got to look at her, all the way through, like I would any vic. And I’ve got to look at me—try to see what I didn’t see. I’ve got to talk to Nadine. Icove connection. Maybe somebody contacted her about me. Could be another cop, Feeney.”
He only nodded, drank more coffee.
“Somebody who works crime scenes, works evidence. It was a really clean kill. And . . . he liked it.”
Feeney nodded again. “Yeah, I got that. Damn near danced his way out. Going to want that feeling again.”
“It had to take time to plan Bastwick. Maybe it buys us time before he tries it again.”
“Maybe.”
“Shit.” She shoved to her feet, stayed on them this time. “Efficient. Being efficient, you’d already have the next lined up. Already have the pattern, the timing down. It’s just a matter of when, and if you want to make an impression on a murder cop . . .”
“You’ve got to do murder. Don’t let it mess with your head. We’ll keep on the electronics. Anything shakes loose, you’re the first.”
“Thanks.”
She had to think, so she closed herself in her office.
Routine first, she decided, and updated her murder board.
No suspects, no leads. No known connection between killer and victim—except for herself. No known motive—except for herself.
No known connection between herself and the killer, but there would be one. Even if that connection was only in the killer’s mind.
Clean, efficient kill. Emotionless, except for the written message. There was the emotion, the need. That communication.
Romanticized, Peabody had said. Romanticized didn’t necessarily mean romance—like sex, like the physical. Idealized.
And that took her back to the book, the vid.
She turned to her ’link to contact Nadine.
“I swore I wouldn’t do this!” Nadine’s usually camera-ready streaky blond hair blew free in a breeze. Fancy sunshades hid her eyes, green as a cat’s.
Eve saw the flash of sun off water, heard the lap of waves, the jingle of music and laughter.
She could all but smell the sunscreen and coconut.
“Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on the beach, on the lovely island of Nevis, where I took a gorgeous piece of eye candy entirely too young for me to ring in the new. Just got here this morning, and I swore I wouldn’t pick up my ’link, my comp, my anything but this lovely and refreshing mai tai. Several of these lovely and refreshing mai tais.”
“You’re on vacation.”
“I’m taking seven incredible days to do nothing but sit, have sex, drink many tropical drinks. It’s cold there, isn’t it? Cold and crowded and noisy. And here I am with warm island breezes, white sand, and my mai tai. But enough bragging—until I begin again. What’s going on?”
“It can wait.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” With a laugh, Nadine turned, smiled a sultry smile. “Bruno, darling, would you get me another?”
“Bruno? Seriously?”
“He’s built like a god, is a Viking in bed, and—not that it would matter considering those two attributes—can actually hold interesting and intelligent conversations. He’s twenty-eight, or will be next month. I’ve robbed the cradle, and I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. Now, what’s up?”
“Leanore Bastwick.”
“The ice queen of criminal defense attorneys,” Nadine began, then her eyebrows shot up. “Whoa. Dead?”
