‘Shit, is it always sex?’
‘With her it was a priority.’ He smiled when Eve’s eyes narrowed and speculated. ‘And, as I said before, our short liaison was a long time ago. She did, however, make a number of calls, all on her pocket ’link. She never used the resort’s system.’
‘No outside record,’ Eve mused.
‘That would be my take. She was on assignment, and did her job with her usual flair. There’s some talk about the way she bragged about a new product she was going to endorse, and a video.’
Eve grunted and filed the data away. ‘I appreciate the time.’
‘Always happy to support our local police. We have an appointment with the florist at three. Can you make it?’
She shuffled obligations in her head. ‘If you can squeeze it in, so can I.’
Not willing to risk it, he took her logbook out of her pocket and programmed the appointment himself. ‘I’ll see you there.’ He lowered his head, watched her eyes shift toward the table across the room. ‘I doubt this will diminish your authority,’ he murmured, then pressed his lips softly to hers. ‘I love you.’
‘Yeah, well.’ She cleared her throat. ‘Okay.’
‘Poetry.’ Amused, he skimmed a hand through her hair, kissed her again to fluster her. ‘Officer Peabody, Feeney.’ With a nod, he stepped back into his office. The panel slid shut behind him.
‘Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Feeney. I’ve got a drop-off for you.’ She pulled the card back out of her pocket as she went back to the table. ‘I need you to take a sample of the powder we took from Boomer’s to this flora expert. Roarke’s cleared it. She’s not a police and security attache, so keep it low profile.’
‘Can do.’
‘I’ll be checking in with her later today on her progress. Peabody, you’re with me.’
‘Yes, sir.’
Peabody waited until she was in Eve’s car before she spoke. ‘I guess it’s a lot of work for a cop to juggle personal relationships. ’
‘Tell me about it.’ Grill suspect, lie to commanding officer, hassle lab tech. Order bridal bouquet. Jesus.
‘But if you’re steady, you know, careful, it doesn’t have to bog down your career.’
‘If you ask me, cops are a bad bet. But what do I know?’ In a nervous rhythm, she tapped her fingers on the wheel. ‘Feeney’s been married since the dawn of time. The commander has a happy home. Others do it.’ She blew out a breath. ‘I’m working on it.’ It struck her as she drove through the gates. ‘You got a personal thing going, Peabody?’
‘Maybe. I’m thinking about it.’ She rubbed her hands on her pants, linked them, pulled them apart.
‘Anybody I know?’
‘Actually.’ Peabody shifted her feet. ‘It’s Casto.’
‘Casto?’ Eve headed crosstown to Ninth, swung around a commuter tram. ‘No shit. When did this happen?’
‘Well, I ran into him last night. That is, I caught him shadowing me, so—’
‘Shadowing you?’ Quickly, Eve rammed the car to auto. It shuddered, whined, then chugged. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘He’s got a good nose. He sniffed out we were digging at a lead. I was pretty steamed when I tagged him, then I had to admit, I’d have done the same thing.’
Eve tapped her fingers on the wheel, thought about it. ‘Yeah, so would I. Did he try to pump you?’
Peabody flushed deep red, stuttered.
‘Jesus, Peabody, I didn’t mean—’
‘I know, I know. I’m not used to this, Dallas. I mean I like men, sure.’ She brushed at her bangs, checked the collar of her stiff uniform shirt. ‘I’ve been around some, but men like Casto - you know, like Roarke.’
‘They fry the circuits.’