“I went home, and had a drink.” He smiled a little. “My last patient of the day was a very, let’s say, active and opinionated five-year-old.”
“You’re a pediatrician?”
“That’s right.”
Eve nodded, watching him. “I have to ask, it’s routine. Is there anyone who can verify your whereabouts from five P.M. to midnight?”
“My wife. She fixed me the drink, bless her. We had a quiet evening at home as the kids were spending the night with friends.”
“All right. Who was here when you left, other than Ava?”
“I’m not entirely sure.” He furrowed his brow in thought. “I think Rodney, one of our nurses, and Kiki, a lab tech. I know the waiting room was clear, because I commented on it to Ava. We try to close at five, but realistically it’s nearer to six most days.”
“Dr. Pike? Was he still here?”
“I didn’t see him. Of course, he may have been with a patient.”
“Thanks for your time. I may have some followups later, but for now, that’s it. Would you send either Kiki or Rodney in?”
“I think Rodney’s on his lunch break, but I’ll see that Kiki’s told you’re waiting.” He rose, walked to the desk where she sat, offered a hand. “Thank you, Lieutenant, for all you’re doing.”
She got to her feet first so their eyes would be level. She thought of when she might grab a meal, and took his hand. “It’s my job.”
“All the same.” He held her hand, her eyes a moment longer, then released it. “Thank you.”
She waited until he’d left the room before she spoke for her recorder. “Note, Dr. Lawrence Collins is a sensitive. And one who doesn’t mind poking into another’s mind without permission.”
Hope he enjoyed her thoughts of pepperoni pizza, Eve mused. Then checking the time, pulled out her ’link to check her messages.
She was snarling and steaming before Roarke’s message played out. “Son of a bitch!” She tagged him back. “You’d better answer, goddamn it, you’d just better—Stay out of my crime scene,” she snapped out when his face came on screen.
“That crime scene is a suite in my hotel.”
“Look, pal—”
“You look for a change. One of my people is in custody. Another, I’ve just been informed, is dead by his own hand. I won’t sit and do nothing.”
“I’m getting somewhere here, and I’ll be in contact with Mira within the hour. She’ll have finished the initial exams, and if she gets the results I think I may have enough for a search warrant.”
“That’s all very well, and good for you. Meanwhile, I’ve my own line to tug, and at the end of it, you may have enough for arrest warrants.”
“You can’t just walk into a crime scene and take someone with you. Who the hell is with you?”
“Isis.”
There was a long, stunned silence. “You’re taking a witch into my crime scene? What the hell’s wrong with you? If the two of you compromise—”
“Your sweepers and techs have been through, the scene’s been recorded and photographed, evidence removed and logged. You’ve been over that suite top to bottom yourself. Added to that, goddamn right back at you, I didn’t come down in the last shower of rain. I know what’s to be done to protect the bleeding scene.”
“You both need a nap,” Eve heard Isis say, very pleasantly.
“Listen. I’m on the Upper West Side, finishing up interviews with the staff at the health center. I’ll be done in about thirty minutes, and can be at the hotel in forty. Wait. Just wait until I get there.”
There was another silence, then she saw him nod. “Forty minutes,” he said and clicked off.
Eve hissed out a breath, kicked Slone’s desk. She might have kicked
it a second time, but the door opened.