“Lieutenant, that’s enough.”
“Hold on. May sixteenth, Jo. They’d been seeing each other for about four weeks then. It was a musical about college students performed by college
students. I bet she enjoyed it.”
“Shake It Up.”
“That’s right. Did she go with him?”
“It was like an anniversary. A month. She met him for dinner, then they went to the play. He gave her a little stuffed dog.”
Eve remembered the collection of animals. “What kind of dog?”
“A little brown and white one. If you rub its ears it says I love you. Mom.”
“Okay, baby, okay. That’s all, Lieutenant.”
“Jo, you helped me a lot. You helped Deena by talking to me, by remembering.”
“I did?”
“Yes, you did. Thank you.”
Jo turned her face into her mother’s breast. Ms. Jennings nodded at Eve, then clicked off.
Eve grabbed the evidence bag, strode out, swung by Peabody’s desk. “I may have something. Two playbills for a Columbia performance, one the best friend confirms Deena attended with the UNSUB, on May sixteen.”
“Two? She kept his.”
“Seems logical. I’m taking them to the lab now, personally. I’ve got more I want to input in the searches, but this unit won’t deal with it. I’m working from home after the lab.”
“Roarke’s up in EDD.”
“Shit. Well, I’ll see him at home later. I also need to go by the scene. He gave Deena one of the stuffed toys. Could get lucky there, too. I’ll run it, get that to the lab first thing in the morning.”
“If I hit anything in the meantime, you’ll be the first.”
“Right, do a secondary, adding in an Anders airboard. Black with silver racing stripes. Street Sport. He may have purchased that along with the shoes.”
“Got it.”
Eve dragged out her ’link as she headed down to the garage.
“Lieutenant,” Roarke said.
“I’ve got some field work, then I’m going to work from home. I’m heading out now. Just, ah, fyi.”
His eyebrow raised. “Then I suppose I’ll have to get myself home.”
“Sorry. When you do . . . we’ll talk about that then.”
“If you say so. I’ll be there . . . eventually. Eat something, and don’t wait for me,” he ordered and broke transmission.
She frowned at the blank screen. She knew annoyed when she heard it. He shouldn’t have poked into the cop work if he was going to get annoyed she couldn’t hang around to give him a damn ride home.
She stewed about it all the way to the lab, and was primed to chew out Dickhead’s heart if he gave her any grief.
“What is it?” he barked at her. “It’s frigging end of shift for me since you got me in here . . .” He trailed off, paling a little as he scooted to a safe distance on his rolly stool. “Jesus, Dallas, did you just growl?”