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She opened her coat, flashing her weapon in its harness, held up her badge. Stared.
The sedan moved along.
Another nice note to the morning, she decided, and trudged through the snow to the entrance of the building with its nicely repointed brick, snow-covered steps and curly iron rail.
A solid building, she determined, carefully rehabbed, decent security with cams and palm plates.
She started to use her master, thought better of it, and pressed for 902.
The answer was quick enough to tell her whoever was on the other end had been standing close.
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bsp; “Yes.”
“Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD. Ms. Whittiker.”
“Yes. Yes. I’m buzzing you in. Please come right up. I’m waiting. Come right up.”
Eve pushed in the door at the buzz, at the thunk of locks deactivating. The small lobby showed the same care as the exterior with clean fake wood floors and a pair of elevators with shiny black doors.
She took one to the ninth floor, pleased when it ran smooth and nearly soundlessly. Even as she stepped out, a door down the corridor opened.
The woman wore short, stylish dreds around a carved-in-ebony face. Huge brown eyes looked exhausted and worried as she gripped her hands together.
“Are you the police?”
Eve took out her badge. “Lieutenant Dallas. You’re Kari Whittiker?”
“Yes, come inside. They said, when I contacted the police, they said Jayla hadn’t been out of touch long enough to be considered missing. Even when I explained everything, they said to wait another day, to try contacting her ’link, other friends. Then they tagged me just a little while ago, and said somebody was coming.
“Did you find her? Is that why you’re here?”
“No. I’m just following up.”
“You’re a lieutenant.” Those tired, worried eyes sparked. “Lieutenants don’t just follow up. My father’s a Marine, so’s my brother. I know how rank works.”
“I’m following up as I’m checking into any reports of missing persons in connection with another case. Why don’t we sit down, and you can explain to me what you explained when you called this in?”
“What other case?”
Smart and sharp, Eve thought, which might be helpful. But right now she needed data. “Ms. Whittiker, asking me questions isn’t going to help locate your friend. Answering mine might.”
“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t get any sleep.”
She gestured to a chair in a living area that said female without the frills. Warm colors, a multitude of pillows, soft throws, flowers and candles.
“When did you last see Ms. Campbell?” Eve asked.
“She went out about nine last night, with Mattio. Mattio Diaz. They were going to a party, I’m not sure where. In the West Village, I think.”
“You’re roommates?”
“That’s right. We’ve lived together for nearly four years now – roomed in college, and got this place right after.”
“I’m going to assume she’s stayed out all night before this, and you have another reason to be concerned.”
“Yes, yes to both.”
