Origin in Death (In Death 21)
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He looked around the office. He could see the trace dust left by the sweepers, noted the lack of electronics. Already in EDD, he assumed. "The paintings are the best part of the decor."
He walked to a chalk sketch, an informal family portrait. Icove sitting on the floor, one foot planted, his wife sitting beside him, head tipped toward his arm, her legs swept to the side. And the children snuggled in front of them.
"Lovely, loving work. Pretty family. The young widow is talented."
"I'll say." But Eve took time out to stand beside him, study the portrait. "Loving work?"
"The pose, the light, the body language, her lines and curves. It strikes me as a happy moment."
"Why do you kill what you love?"
"We couldn't count the reasons."
"You're right on that," Eve agreed, and turned toward the bathroom.
"You believe she did it."
"I know she was part of it. Can't prove dick at this point, but I know." She hooked her thumbs in her front pockets, nodded. "It's behind there, other side of that closet."
Like she had, he took scope of the room. "It would be." From his Docket, he took a handheld. It shot out a thin red beam when he engaged it. Roarke ran the beam over the wall and shelves.
"What does that do?"
"Sssh."
She heard it, barely. A low hum emitting from the gadget he held.
"You've got steel behind the wall," he said, glancing at the readout.
"I figured that out without the toy."
He merely lifted an eyebrow at her. Moving closer, he keyed something into the handheld. The hum became a slow, rhythmic beep. He played the beam of light, centimete
r by centimeter, until she could hear her own teeth grinding.
"What if you-"
"Sssh," he ordered again.
Eve gave up and walked out to meet Peabody when she heard the front door open.
"Snagged a couple neighbors. Nobody noticed any activity. Lots of shock and dismay over Icove. Nice, happy family, according to next door. Caught the woman-Maude Jacobs-before she headed out to work. Belongs to the same health club as Avril Icove, and they'd work out together sometimes. Have a veggie juice after. Describes her as a nice woman, good mother, happy. Families did the dinner party thing every couple months. She never noticed any friction."
Peabody glanced upstairs. "I figured I'd come back since I saw Roarke was here. Check out the room before we hit more neighbors?
"He's working on it. We'll call EDD," she continued as they headed back to the office. "Have them bring down- Never mind."
The back wall was open. The door, more accurately, Eve corrected. It was a good six inches thick, and she could see a complex series of locks on the inside now.
"Frosty," Peabody said as she moved toward the opening.
From inside, Roarke turned, shot her a grin. "It's an old panic room converted to a high-security office. Once you're inside, door shut, engaged, there's no getting in from the outside. All the electronics are independent." He gestured to a short wall of screens. "You've got full surveillance of the house, inside and out. Stock provisions, you could hold out against home invasion, possibly a nuclear attack."
"Records." Eve looked at the blank computer screen.
"Unit's passcoded and fail-safed. I could bypass, but-"
"We'll take it in," she interrupted. "Keep the chain of evidence clear."