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“Then you wouldn’t
need me. Give me a sec.”
While she waited, Eve jerked a thumb at the door for Peabody to answer. “If that’s the sweepers, tell them we’ll be ready for them in a minute. Have them hold.”
“Another sec,” Lowenbaum told her. “It’s a lot of tech for me. Your genius was heading into a meeting—maybe he’ll buy the Mets—or I’d tag him again, see if he could do it by remote. But I think I can . . . Okay, okay, there it goes. And we have a ninety-five-point-six probability on this location.”
He handed Eve his PPC so she could see the results.
“That’ll be handy in court when we bag the bastards.” He took the PPC back, put it away. “My work is done here. I’d like to see these assholes. You’re going to shoot me the security feed?”
“No cams in the place.”
“And the lucky streak dies.”
“But I’ve got a solid description, and Yancy’s coming in to do sketches.”
“And rides again. Give me the basics,” he said as he began to disassemble the weapon as efficiently as he’d assembled it.
“Caucasian male,” she began, filling him in while he secured the weapon and the stand.
“I’ll take a good look when you have the sketches. I know some guys who could make these strikes, either by face or rep, and some personally. Maybe it’ll pop—or I can show it to some I trust aren’t asshole bastard lunatics.”
“You’ll have it when I do. Appreciate it, Lowenbaum.”
“I’d say all in a day’s, but . . . not this time. I’ll be seeing you. Keep it loose, Peabody.”
“That’s how I roll.” Peabody let him out, let the sweepers in.
Once Eve had given them the basics, she and Peabody left them to it.
“I’ll keep digging on Ellissa Wyman. With it leaning this far target specific, the suspects could be in the wind, well into it.”
“You think they’re done?” Eve countered.
“If they hit their target—”
“Why the partner, Peabody? Why the younger? Partner or, if we’re really talking at least twenty years age difference, maybe apprentice? What’s the training for? Some connection between the suspects and one of the vics, there’s got to be. But people have more than one connection, and people with this kind of grudge? They’ve got more than one of those, too.”
Eve stepped into the elevator, stabbed the button for lobby.
“They’re not done.”
6
Eve tried Mira from the car, hit her v-mail. “Suspect has a partner, younger, possibly a teen, gender unknown. Full report to follow, but think about it.”
She clicked off, tried Feeney next. “Peabody, tag the commander’s office. I need ten minutes—fifteen,” she corrected, “asap. Feeney,” she continued when his basset-hound face came on screen. “I’m on my way to Central, I need a meet.”
“On the LDSK?”
“Got the nest, got a description. I want to bounce this off you.”
“Come ahead and bounce. I’ll work you in.”
“Appreciate it. Later.”
“The commander’s on a ’link conference, but I stressed the urgency. He can see you in about forty.”
