As he walked out, Peabody touched her fingertips to her lips. Pleasure had radiated down to her toes and out through the reinforced tips of her boots. “Oh wow. I’m beautiful, Dallas.”
“I owe you, Peabody.”
“I think I just got paid.” She stepped back to the door. “Here come the MTs. We’ll get our boy out of here. Tell Mavis she was absolutely ultra.”
“Mavis.” Eve pressed her fingers to her eyes. How was she going to tell Mavis?
“If I were you, Dallas, I’d give her tonight to glow. You can tell her about this later. She’ll be fine. In here,” she called, gesturing. “We got us what looks like a mild concussion.”
chapter sixteen
Getting a warrant for search and seizure at two in the morning was a tricky business. She lacked the straightforward data to cop an automatic clearance and needed a judge. Judges tended to be cranky about calls in the middle of the night. And trying to explain why she needed clearance for a sweep and scan of a music console currently on her own premises was a dicey job.
This being the case, Eve tolerated the clipped, angry lecture from her judge of choice.
“I understand that, Your Honor. But this can’t wait until a decent hour in the morning. I have a strong suspicion that the console in question is linked to the deaths of four people. Its designer and operator is currently being detained, and I cannot expect his immediate cooperation.”
“You’re telling me music kills, Lieutenant?” The judge snorted. “I could have told you that. The crap they’re pumping out these days could murder an elephant. In my day, we had music. Springsteen, Live, Cult Killers. That was music.”
“Yes, sir.” She rolled her eyes. She’d had to pick a classic music buff. “I really need that warrant, Your Honor. Captain Feeney is available to begin the initial scan. The operator had admitted to using the console illegally, on the record. I need more to tie it to the cases in question.”
“You ask me, those music consoles should be banned and burned. This is piddly shit here, Lieutenant.”
“Not if the evidence bears out my belief that this console and its operator are linked to the death of Senator Pearly and others.”
There was a pause, a wheeze. “That’s a big leap. No pun intended.”
“Yes, sir. I need the warrant to bridge the gap.”
“I’ll send it through, but you better have something, Lieutenant. And it better be solid.”
“Thank you. Sorry to have disturbed—” The ’link clicked in her ear, forcefully. “Your sleep,” she finished, then picked up her communicator and tagged Feeney.
“Hey, Dallas.” His face was flushed with fun, wide with a grin. “Where ya been, kid? Party’s just breaking up. You missed Mavis doing a set with a hologram of the Rolling Stones. You know how I feel about Jagger.”
“Yeah, he’s like a father to you. Don’t take off, Feeney. I’ve got a job for you.”
“Job? It’s two A.M., and my wife’s feeling, you know—” He winked sloppily. “Interested.”
“Sorry, put the glands on hold. Roarke will arrange to have your wife taken home. I’ll be up in ten. Take a dose of Sober-Up if you need it. It could be a long night.”
“Sober-Up?” His face fell into its usual morose lines. “I’ve been working all night to get drunk. What’s this about?”
“Ten minutes,” she repeated and cut him off.
She took the time to change out of the party dress, and discovered bruises she hadn’t been aware of throbbing fresh. She took a quick moment to slap a coat of numbing cream where she could reach and winced her way into a shirt and trousers.
Still, she was true to her word and walked onto the roof terrace ten minutes later.
Roarke had been at work here, she noted, and had cleared out lingering guests. If there were any stragglers, he was dealing with them elsewhere, giving her a clear stage.
Feeney sat alone on a chair beside a decimated buffet spread, glumly eating pâté. “You sure know how to put me out of a party mood, Dallas. The wife was so dazzled to get a limo ride home, she forgot she was going to jump me. And Mavis was looking all over for you. I think she was a little hurt you didn’t hang around to congratulate her.”
“I’ll make it up to her.” Her porta-link hummed, signaling an incoming transmission. She read the display, hit print out. “Here’s our warrant.”
“Warrant?” He reached for a truffle and popped it in his mouth. “For what?”
Eve shifted, gestured toward the console. “For that. Ready to work your magic?”