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Saying nothing, she walked over, looked into the hers bathroom.
As she suspected, it was filled with frills and a carnival full of pink.
The cleaning crew had started there, so fresh pink towels and white towels with pink edging were stacked on a painted bench or hung on a standing rack. Surfaces—all pink and white—shined, and the air gave off a faint whiff of citrus. Jars of various girl products stood on the long counter between two pink vessel sinks. The faucets were silver mermaids, and that motif was repeated in the triple-glass shower.
In addition to the divan—pink-and-white stripes—there was a curvy vanity; drawers full of creams, lotions, enhancements; a closet filled with various robes and slippers; a mini AutoChef and friggie built into the wall.
The toilet rated its own little room with mermaid art and a wall screen.
She stepped back out. “Have you been in there?”
“Yeah. Any woman would kill for a bathroom that size all her own. But she showed how even that mag space can be ruined.”
“Her side. Her bath, her closet/dressing room, her sitting room, her side of the bed, her dresser—the one with all the pink bottles. Right?”
“Yeah. His side.” Peabody jerked a thumb. “You know they’ve got a toddler, but you don’t see any kid stuff in here. Not even a stray teddy bear. It’s a little sad.”
“When your nanny has a helper, you don’t spend a lot of time with the kid, and this space is adults only. With a definite line of demarcation. Anyway, you’re the woman of the house.”
“I’m the queen of my castle,” Peabody agreed, and got a wink from McNab.
“This house, Peabody. Keep up. You’ve got staff and servants, and three floors to decorate into terrible death. Where’s the one room you don’t go into?”
“The doll room. Okay, that’s just me. She must like dolls. Well, from my brief conversation with her, I’d cross off the laundry facilities. That’s staff territory. And she probably doesn’t go into the kitchen much.”
“Try this. What’s the one place he goes you don’t go?”
“I . . . his bathroom!” Peabody shot her two index fingers in the air. “She’s all pink and shiny in hers, and his is full of man. What woman wants to go into a bathroom after a guy?”
“We do all right,” McNab said.
“Abso-true.” But when his back was turned again, Peabody rolled her eyes at Eve. “You’re thinking potential hidey-hole.”
“Let’s check it out.”
If the hers bathroom was an explosion of pink and fuss, the his was a study in desperate masculinity. Black tile with red flashes covered the floors, the walls. The odd addition of a bar—red, with cherub carvings—along one wall stood before a portrait of a zaftig reclining woman eating a fat purple plum. The black counter held a large square of red sink with a wolf’s head faucet that would vomit out the water.
Shelves held bottles and bowls, the manly versions of creams and lotions and oils, as they were all cased in red or black leather.
The rest of the wolf pack occupied the shower, where they’d spit out water from the showerhead and jets.
The drying tube had a padded bench, in case its occupant grew too tired and needed to rest in the two minutes it took to dry most humans.
He had a vanity of his own, fashioned to resemble a desk. Peabody started there.
“I think this may be uglier than hers, but it’s neck and neck,” Peabody said. “Wow, he’s got as many face and body enhancements in here as she does—almost. Big on the tanners and bronzers, and hair products. This vanity’s an eyesore, Dallas, but it’s well-constructed. I’m not finding anything out of proportion, nothing that looks like a secret compartment.”
“How about the bar?” Eve circled around it. “You’ve got a good eye for compartments.”
It was how Peabody had first come to her notice, as a uniform finding a hidey-hole in a murderer’s apartment.
“Well. Again, really good work wasted on the ugly.”
Peabody swiveled on the vanity stool, studied the bar from that perspective. “All that carving—I mean it mirrors what they’ve got all through the house, but it’s also the kind of thing that can hide a mechanism. And a cabinetmaker this good? He could hide one really well. My dad’s done some totally mag hideys.”
She angled her head as Eve ran her hands over cherubs. “Maybe microgoggles would help—if there’s anything to see.”
“Go get some from the field kits.”
