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“Bastwick?” Hilly’s eyes popped again. “Leanore Bastwick? You’re here about . . . murder. But, but, but, I didn’t even know her. I thought—I thought you came just to meet me, and talk. And we’d—we’d—we’d hang out. Am I a suspect? Oh my God.”
“Not anymore,” Eve said.
When Hilly burst into tears, hovered over by Mrs. Missenelli, who sent Eve the serious stink eye, Eve got out.
“I think you broke Hilly’s heart.”
“Oh, you’re funny, Peabody. I’m cracking up inside.”
She strode out, got back in the car with a headache throbbing like a tooth. “‘Living the dream’?”
“Day in, day out,” Peabody said cheerfully.
“Dreams can become nightmares really fast,” Eve warned, and bulleted away from the curb.
Eve pulled up at the lofty dual towers spearing over the Hudson. Since she wasn’t in the mood for snotty, superior doormen, she flipped on her On Duty light and got out of the car, badge in hand.
The doorman, decked in ruby-red jacket with silver braiding, silver pants with a red tuxedo stripe, scowled at it, at her, at the dead ordinary vehicle.
“We only let prime rides sit out here. We got an ambience to uphold.”
“Ambience? Is that why you’re decked out like something that should be on some weird little girl’s doll shelf?”
The muscle in his jaw twitched. “We got an underground lot,” he began.
“This is my badge, that’s my vehicle—and it stays where I put it.”
“Look, look, I’m not trying to give you trouble. My brother-in-law’s on the job in Queens.”
“Good for him. Carmine Atelli.”
The doorman heaved a long, windy sigh. “Penthouse West. Badge or not, you’re going to have to log in, and they’re going to buzz up to Mr. Atelli, ask if he’ll receive. He works nights, so he mostly sleeps days.”
“I’m his wake-up call.”
With Peabody, Eve walked into the slick, shiny lobby with its glossy red walls, silver floors. Huge black vases flanked a seating area, filled with flowers that looked like they’d been plucked from a garden on Venus.
Ambience, she thought. It took all kinds.
A table held a bowl of glossy red apples, and a sleek black computer.
“You’ve got to log in there,” the doorman told her. “You can’t access the elevators unless you have a swipe or you log in and get cleared.”
Eve held her badge up for scanning. “Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, Peabody, Detective Delia, NYPSD.”
One moment, please, for verification . . .
“You could cut through this bullshit,” she said to the doorman.
He pokered up in a way that made Eve think he didn’t much like his brother-in-law in Queens.
“I’m not supposed to clear anybody up without the resident’s say-so.”
Identification verified for Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, Peabody, Detective Delia. Please state the nature of your business and/or the resident you wish to visit.
“Carmine Atelli, Penthouse West.”
One moment please while Mr. Atelli is notified. Would you like to state the nature of your visit?
