Before Eve could speak, Yancy held up a finger. “Gimme a second.”
He redefined here, smudged there, deepened some of the lines. “Naked face, they’d show more,” he muttered.
Eve leaned over his shoulder, studied the result. “There you are, bitch. There you fucking are.”
Satisfied, Yancy nodded. “I can start facial recognition here.”
“Do that, send it to me, and I’ll back that up. Damn good work. Go home, Brad, get some sleep.”
“I helped?”
She wanted to get to it, to start this part of the hunt with the scent inside her. But she took a moment. He looked so damn young, and so damn tired.
“You helped now, you helped last night.”
“The Flash is still dead.”
“Not a damn thing you could’ve done to change that. There’s another life on the line now, and what you did last night, what you did right here, could help save that one. Tagging me, that was smart. Chasing after her, that was brave. Coming here, that was responsible. You hit all three marks. Go home and sleep.”
“Will you let me know when you get her? I’ll sure sleep better when you do.”
“I’ll let you know. Do you need transpo?”
“No, no thanks. Thanks, Detective Yancy.”
“Back at you, bro.”
“I know it’s whack timing and all, but, man, it’s like the ult meeting you, Jake.”
“Another back at you.” Jake shook his hand and Brad walked off grinning.
“Gotta book. Again, good work, Yancy,” Eve said.
“Nice meeting you,” Jake added to Yancy.
“I’ll go with whack timing, the ult, and add ‘Night Run’ still bangs all the bells.”
“Appreciate it.” Jake had to stretch his long legs to keep up with Eve’s. “What do you do now?”
“The job. Sorry,” she said quickly. “You were a big help, more than usual, so we got this likeness nailed fast.”
“There’s another life on the line? That wasn’t bullshit to make Brad feel better—because it did. The idea that he helped, I mean.”
“He did help, and no, it’s not bullshit. You’re in line on helping save that life, too.”
Nadine came clicking along in her high-heeled boots before Eve reached the glide. “I got hung up,” she began. “And you were fast. Don’t tell me you got her. You got her?”
“You said don’t tell you.” Eve hopped on the glide.
Nadine reversed course, hopped on behind her. “Let me see her.”
“No.”
“Goddamn it, Dallas!”
“You can’t broadcast the sketch unless the commander gives that a green. And he’s not going to give it a green at this time.”
“If I broadcast it, odds are somebody’s seen her, can lead you to her.”