Golden in Death (In Death 50)

Dennis rose, hugged him. Not the one-armed, pat-on-the-back man hug, but a full one.

“Anything you need, Jay. Anytime you need it.”

Duran nodded, went with Peabody.

Dennis lowered to the chair again. “I know how often you do this, how often you have to tell someone the life they had five minutes before is gone. You’re such a strong, brave girl, Eve.”

“It’s the job, Mr. Mira.”

He shook his head. “A strong, brave girl. I hope I didn’t overstep.”

“No. You did everything right.”

“You’ll talk to Charlie about this?”

It always took her a moment to think of the elegant Mira as Charlie. “Yes, when I get back to Central.”

“Between you, you’ll figure this out. She’s another strong, brave girl.” He rose, and as he had with Duran, hugged her. And when he did, she felt every ounce of tension just slide out of her.

“Now, I’ll go take care of things here for that poor man.”

“Thanks for your help here.”

He patted her cheek, had her heart melting. “We all do what we can.”

And what some did, she thought when he left, was take lives, and destroy others.

* * *

Peabody met her by the car.

“Mr. Mira really helped. Duran told me when he came to Columbia, Mr. Mira was the first to take him out for coffee.”

“That’s how he’s built. It’s going to come from the school, Peabody,” she said as they got into the car. “That’s the springboard. We need to track down this Lotte Grange.”

“I’ll get on that. When I talked to Rufty, he said he could come in if you needed him to. He’s finalizing the arrangements for a memorial. He’s having it in the park in the morning, where Abner liked to run.”

“Set it up.” While she did, Eve contacted Mira’s office. For a change she got no grief from the admin, who told her the doctor would be available when she got back to Central.

“He needs an hour,” Peabody told Eve.

“That works. Targeting spouses,” Eve continued. “Or loved ones, as it’s possible not everybody on his payback list is married. Would a chemistry teacher at a private school have enough skill to pull this off?”

“It seems way above pay grade, but who knows? And it looks like we’re talking close to eight years of research and development time. Still, it didn’t sound like Duran caused any big waves while he was there.”

“People, especially homicidal people, have different perspectives. He did something, said something, was something that put him on that list. He’s not going to remember it right off, not while he’s in this first stage of shock. He may later.”

“And Rufty, being brought in—it really sounds like to clean up a mess, or at least that’s how Duran saw it—is going to have a wider overview. If he sat down and talked with an instructor who was leaving, he sat down and talked with everybody. He may have nudged somebody out. Or somebody saw his coming in as pushing Grange out. Still…”

“Yeah, she landed another position, another big school with rich kids and influential parents,” Eve finished. “So what’s the beef? We’ll find out.”

Just as she started the turn into the garage at Central, Eve had to hit the brakes to avoid mowing down a naked guy. He ran like the wind, his hair flying, his dong swinging merrily, with a handful of uniforms in hot pursuit.

Pedestrians scrambled clear as he loped along like a gazelle.

“Well.” Eve watched another moment. “Even in New York that’s something you don’t see every day.”

“He’s really fast,” Peabody observed. “We could probably cut him off with the car.”