“The day—” His voice cracked a little, so he cleared his throat. “The day before Alice died.”
“And what did Isis do after Lobar?”
“She made a call. Couple minutes later the dude she lives with came on the run. They talked for a couple minutes, real intense, then she put up the Closed sign and they went into the back room. Ticked me off,” he added. “I could have followed the leather guy.”
“You want to stop tailing people, Jamie. They make you, they tend to get annoyed.”
“People I tail don’t make me. I’m too good.”
“You thought you were good at B and E too,” she reminded him dryly and watched as his color rose.
“That was different. Look, the guy that was stabbed, he was right there, at Alice’s viewing. It has to be connected, to her, to that Lobar creep, and I got a right to know.”
She straightened. “Are you requesting the status of my investigation?”
“Yeah, yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes skyward. “What’s the status of your investigation?”
“Ongoing,” she said shortly, then jerked a thumb. “Now, scram.”
“I got a right to know,” he insisted. “Survivors of victims, and all that.”
“You’re the grandson of a cop,” she reminded him. “You know I’m not going to tell you anything. And you’re a minor. I don’t have to tell you anything. Now, go play somewhere else, kid, before I have Peabody here roust you for loitering.”
The muscles of his jaw tightened and jumped. “I’m not a kid. And if you don’t deal with Alice’s killer, I will.”
Eve snagged his arm by the jacket before he could storm away. “Don’t cross the line,” she said very quietly. She kept her face close to his, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. “You want justice, you’ll get it. I’ll by God get it for you. You want revenge, I’ll slap you in a cage. You remember what Frank stood for, and what your sister was, and then you think it all through again. Now, get out of here.”
“I loved them.” He jerked his arm free, but not before she saw tears rush into his eyes. “Fuck your justice. And fuck you.”
She let him walk because, though the language had been an adult’s, the tears had been a child’s.
“The kid’s hurting,” Peabody murmured.
“I know.” So was she now. “Tail him, will you, just to be sure he doesn’t get in any trouble. Give it thirty minutes, until he calms down, then beep your location. I’ll pick you up.”
“You going to talk to Isis?”
“Yeah, let’s see what she and Lobar had to say to each other. Oh, and Peabody, watch your step. Jamie’s a clever kid. If he made one of Roarke’s men, he’s likely to make you.”
Peabody flashed a smile. “I think I can manage to tail a kid for a few blocks.”
Trusting her aide to keep Jamie out of trouble, Eve walked into Spirit Quest. The air swam with incense and the scented melted wax from dozens of candles. The October sun was strong and gleamed in shooting colors through hanging prisms.
The look Isis sent her held none of that exotic welcome.
“You’ve finished with Chas, Lieutenant?”
“For now. I’d like a few minutes.”
Isis turned to answer a question from a customer on a blend of herbs to enhance memory. “Steep it for five minutes,” Isis told her. “Then strain it. You’ll need to drink it daily for at least a week. If it doesn’t help, let me know.” She turned her head back to Eve. “As you can see, this is a bad time.”
“I’ll be quick. I’m just curious about the visit you had from Lobar here, a few days before he ended up with his throat slashed.”
She’d kept her voice down, but left her intention clear. They would talk, in private, or in public. The location was up to Isis.
“I don’t think I misjudged you,” Isis said quietly, “but you make me doubt myself.” She signaled to a young woman Eve recognized from the initiation rite. “Jane will handle the customers,” Isis said as she started toward the back room. “But I don’t want to leave her long. She’s very new at shop work.”
“Alice’s replacement.”