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“That could play, too.” Eve rose, pulled off the goggles. “We’ll run the elements through IRCCA, look for like crimes. Right now, let’s go check out the vic’s place. Maybe we’ll find out who he knew whose name starts with E.”
“His mother lives in the same building,” Peabody said as Eve signaled to one of the uniforms at the mouth of the alley.
“Well, that saves us time. We’ll go through his place, then do the notification.”
“She’s with the orchestra, too. She plays a baby cello.”
“They have babies?”
“It was, like, a joke. She’s first violin. So, ha ha, baby cello.”
“Assume I laughed. Lives in the same building, works the same job – basically. She probably knows anybody with the initial E he knew. And how he got along at work, with lovers.”
Eve turned away, had a short conversation with the uniform.
With the scene secured, and no witness – so far – to interview as the body had been discovered by beat droids, she climbed into her car. And with unspeakable relief, ordered the heat on full.
With even more unspeakable relief, she pulled off the snowflake hat.
“Aw. It looks cute on you.”
“If I wanted to look cute, I wouldn’t be a cop.” She forked her fingers through her short, shaggy brown hair. “Address, Peabody.”
“West Seventy-first between Amsterdam and Columbus.”
“A long way from where he ended up.” Needles pricked along her fingers as they thawed out.
One of the things she’d figured out how to operate in the fully loaded, purposely nondescript vehicle her husband had designed for her was coffee from the onboard AutoChef.
And right that minute, she thought she might kill for real coffee.
“Computer, engage AutoChef,” Eve began.
“Yippee!”
“Shut up, Peabody, or you won’t get any.”
AutoChef engaged. What would you like, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve?
“One coffee black, one coffee regular, both in go-cups.”
One moment, please. Is front-seat delivery desired?
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s desired.”
“I didn’t know it did that,” Peabody piped up. “I thought it was just backseat – Whoa!”
Order complete, the computer announced as two go-cups slid out from under the dash.
“That is totally iced.”
“It better not be iced.” Eve snagged the go-cup with the black top, leaving the cream-colored top for Peabody.
It was hot and strong and perfect.
“I love this ride,” Peabody stated, cuddling her coffee.
“Don’t get used to the coffee service. Maybe the next time it’s shy of five a.m., minus three with a windchill of you don’t fucking want to know, we’ll do it again. Otherwise, forget it.”
