Golden in Death (In Death 50)

“Louise did so good,” Peabody said as she got into the car. “She was really loving and told sweet stories, and funny ones just when you needed one.” Then she sighed. “There were so many people, and so many types. The killer could have been there, just blended in.

“It was worth a shot,” she added.

“It might be worth another to go to Duran’s memorial, see if we spot any faces who were here.”

“Yeah. There’d maybe be some overlap, but yeah. Can I now?” Peabody asked as Eve drove toward the shuttle station. “Nobody can see.”

“You can touch it, once.”

“Once isn’t a pet! Three times is a pet, that’s minimum.”

“That’s not a thing. That’s definitely not a thing.”

But Peabody had already reached out. Stroked. “So smooth! Now you’ve got the black coat that says I’ll kick your ass and the three asses with you, and the jacket that says I can handle whatever I need to without breaking a sweat. Now this? This says I may be classy, but you don’t want to mess with me.”

“Is that what it says?”

“Loud and clear. On somebody else, it would just say classy, but you put it on the cop, that’s the punch.”

“That’s not bad. And that’s three.”

“I didn’t think you were counting. I love my pink coat, and that color wouldn’t work on me. But I can still lust for it.”

“Keep your lusts to yourself. I don’t plan to soft-pedal it with Grange.”

“I guess that makes me good cop.”

“I’m looking for you to judge her reactions and play it from there. She’s used to giving orders, and being the top dog. I’m betting she’s not going to much like either of us before we get started.”

“Got it, and that’s okay, because from everything we’ve learned about her so far, I don’t like her before we get started. Thinking of all that, I can start off pretending to be a little awed and intimidated.”

“Thanks to EDD and Rufty’s reports and notes, we’ve got a slew of names to hit her with. Including banging one of her teachers on school premises.”

“Do you really think she … with a student?”

“Hard to say. Let’s hope it’s not so hard after we talk to her. We’re doing this on her turf, so she’ll think she has the advantage. She doesn’t. We go from her to Kendel Hayward. We’re not notifying her or asking her for an interview.”

Showing her teeth, Peabody rubbed her hands together. “We ambush.”

“Close enough. She’s got a lot to lose if she’s in any way involved. She’s got a lot to lose if she knows or suspects anything and doesn’t come clean. That’s what we make clear.”

“I don’t need to pretend to be awed or intimidated.”

“We pressure—from both sides—until we get a sense.”

“Something could break loose. It’s too bad we’re going to East Washington after the cherry blossoms have peaked. I bet it’s really mag.”

They both spent the short trip drinking coffee and going over notes. With Peabody taking occasional happy glances out the window, and Eve avoiding same.

On the other end, a shuttle employee stood beside a car with its codes.

“It’s already programmed for you, Lieutenant. When you’re finished, you can leave the codes at the desk, and the car out here. We’ll take care of it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

It was a DLE, she saw that straight off. This one in serious black with a few bits of shiny chrome—and a temp tag.

“It looks good in black.” Peabody walked to the passenger side. “Still really unassuming and ordinary. And I bet it has all the juicy bells and jazzy whistles. I didn’t think the DLE was on the market yet.”