“Yeah.” She glanced over as Teasdale came in, noted the agent’s slight frown at the conference table.
“It’s like a play. It should look a little disorganized, and like we’re spending lots of time here.”
“It does. You changed the board.”
“I’m bringing Callaway in here, make him feel like he’s a kind of consultant. Thi
s is what I want him to see.”
“Hmmm.” Lips pursed now, Teasdale walked forward. “All of the victims. Yes, that will please him. And only a handful of those we’ve connected to them—including himself. He’ll enjoy that as well. The time line isn’t quite right.”
“No, it’s not. And there’s no mention of Red Horse or Menzini. I’m saving those for a nice surprise. You want in?”
“On the ‘consult.’ Yes, I do, thank you. The Callaways are en route. They’re slightly behind schedule, but should be here by thirteen-fifteen.”
“Let’s go to my office, get some decent coffee, and I’ll bring you up to date.”
In her office, Eve programmed two cups, offered one. “Peabody’s in the field, talking to Fisher’s roommate and whoever else she can dig up. We—”
“Oh.” After a sip, Teasdale blinked, breathed out. Sipped again. “This isn’t what I’m used to.”
Eve remembered her own reaction the first time she’d tasted Roarke’s blend. “Nice, huh?”
“It’s … very. May I sit? I feel this should be savored rather than gulped.”
“Take the desk chair; the other one’s crap.” Eve settled for a corner of the desk. “Peabody and I talked to Elaine Cattery,” Eve began, and ran it through.
“So, he remains in pattern,” Teasdale observed. “If he knew Vann had sent food, he’d be compelled to do the same. And more. Something bigger, or more expensive.”
“You’re right. Competition, standing out. Which makes me think Vann didn’t tell him, and that makes me think more of Vann. He just did the good deed, and wasn’t looking for acknowledgment.”
“Callaway must have acknowledgment. The lack, or perceived lack of it, burns in him. I believe, after a time, he’ll contact you or the media. It won’t be enough as it is.”
“Probably. But I don’t want to give him that chance. I want to shut him down today.”
“You believe you’ll get him to confess.”
“That’s the plan.”
Maybe it was the coffee, but Teasdale leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs. Seemed to relax. “I believe his sense of self-preservation will be stronger than his need for acknowledgment.”
“We’ll find out.”
“There’s no break, as yet, on a supplier for the illegals or the medicals elements. Knowing his source, pulling the source in, that would add weight and pressure.”
“How about using your power of persuasion to get us a search warrant on his place?”
Teasdale smiled into her coffee. “I suspected you’d ask. I have it. I was told I could liaise with APA Cher Reo. Between us we managed it. When would you like to move on it?”
“Before he leaves here. I want to bring Roarke in on that, if he’s able. He’s got a good nose for hidey-holes, and for dealing with encrypted data.”
“It must be satisfying to be married to someone who not only understands your work, but is willing and able to share in it.”
“Plus, coffee. Want another hit?”
“I would, but I’d better not. I’m not used to it. I like your office,” Teasdale said as she rose.
Mildly surprised, Eve glanced around. “I think you’re the first one who’s ever said that.”