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“Ick, ick, mega ick!”
“Can’t ditch my marriage: appearances, finances, blah blah. How about some ice cream!”
“This is really turning my stomach, so I don’t even want any buttercream frosting. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Or she’s got a former, more age-appropriate but poor boyfriend—maybe even current—and they figure they’ll pound and intimidate a nice fat chunk of the change out of him. Maybe start off the blackmail with a black eye. Then Mr. Mira walks in, and panic changes their plans.”
“I like it.”
“Or, the next up the line gets steamed, stews, and thinks how he’s dumped her more mature ass for this baby slut. Now he must pay. Also requires a partner.”
“To pose as the Realtor to get him in the house.”
“Then it’s, Surprise, yo
u horny bastard, we’re going to tune you up.” She paused at a light. “I’ve got problems with all those scenarios, but they’re a launch point.”
She played with all the problems as she drove, then shot out another launch point. “MacDonald’s alibied tight. Hanson will follow up, but her alibi’s going to hold. So maybe if she’s been a sidepiece, or there’s another issue, she hires somebody to deal with him. We’ll look at her finances, but we’re not looking at a pro. Still, a lawyer’s bound to know some shady types, especially a political lawyer.”
She studied the neighborhood as she approached the brownstone. “Quiet, established, upper end. The canvass got nothing, but then most people would be at work, or occupied. Who stares out the window checking for activity on the street or around their neighbors on a crappy day? That’s just luck, and it bothers me. It’s just luck getting an injured man out of the house, into a vehicle without anybody seeing anything.”
“Lucky that it was crappy, gloomy daylight and not broad.”
“Yeah, nobody can plan that.”
Eve got out, took another minute to study the house, its position.
“It’s really beautiful,” Peabody commented. “Old, but in a dignified, ageless sort of way. I can see why Mr. Mira wants to keep it.”
“It’s more what’s inside—I don’t mean the stuff. It’s what he remembers, what he felt, the pictures in his head. And he promised, that’s the big one. If Edward Mira knew him at all, he’d know Mr. Mira wasn’t about to break his promise.”
“Wait! What if this is all a ploy to get him to do that?” Running with it, Peabody loosened her scarf as they walked through the little gate. “He stages it all, and it’s Mr. Mira who’ll be contacted after he’s worried half to death.”
“Sign off on the sale of the house or your cousin gets it? Why would anyone buy that?”
“You said the senator needed money, right? So the fake kidnapper claims he owes him a bundle. Now sell the house so I get paid or I kill him until he’s dead.”
Eve frowned, worked it around. “That’s actually a launching point, no shakier than . . . Seal’s compromised.”
She held up a hand to stop Peabody, studied the police seal she’d affixed herself. “Somebody got through it and went in. Recorders on.”
Without another word they both drew their weapons.
Eve stepped to the door, glanced at Peabody, nodded.
They went through, high and low, right and left.
Eve straightened, kept her weapon at the ready as she looked up.
Edward Mira hung from the crystal chandelier. His face was blackened from bruising, his throat gouged and smeared with dried blood. And he was naked but for a computer-generated sign that covered his torso.
JUSTICE IS SERVED
“Well, fuck.”
“I guess it wasn’t a ploy.”
“If it was, it sure went wrong. Let’s clear the house, Peabody, and call this in.”
