Glory in Death (In Death 2) - Page 71

One or two noticed her, started to rise, questions in their eyes. Her brutally cold stare was as effective as a steel shield.

She turned to the wall where screens hugged against each other. Roarke had a similar setup, and she knew each screen could be used for a separate image, or in any combination. Now the wall was filled with a huge picture of Nadine Furst on the news set. The familiar three-dimensional view of New York’s skyline rose behind her.

She, too, looked polished, perfect. Her eyes seemed to meet and hold on Eve’s as Eve stepped closer to listen to the audio.

“And again tonight, a senseless killing. Louise Kirski, an employee of this station, was murdered only a few steps away from the building where I am now broadcasting this report.”

Eve didn’t bother to curse as Nadine added a few more details and segued to Morse. She’d expected this.

“An ordinary evening,” Morse said in a clear reporter’s voice. “A rainy night in the city. But once again, despite the best offered by our police force, murder happens. This reporter is now able to give you a first-hand view of the horror, the shock, and the waste.”

He paused, timing perfect, as the camera zoomed in on his face. “I found Louise Kirski’s body, crumpled, bleeding, at the bottom of the steps of this building where both she and I have worked many nights. Her throat had been slashed, her blood pouring out on the wet pavement. I’m not ashamed to say that I froze, that I was revolted, that the smell of death clogged in my lungs. I stood, looking down at her, unable to believe what I saw with my own eyes. How could this be? A woman I knew, a woman who I had often shared a friendly word with, a woman I had occasionally had the privilege of working with. How could she be lying there, lifeless?”

The screen dissolved from his pale, serious face, to a gruesomely graphic shot of the body.

They hadn’t missed a beat, Eve thought in disgust, and whirled on the closest manned console. “Where’s the studio?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, where’s the goddamn studio?” She jerked a thumb toward the screen.

“Well, ah . . .”

Furious, she leaned over, caged him between her stiffened arms. “You want to see how fast I can shut this place down?”

“Level twelve, Studio A.”

She whirled away just as Feeney stepped off the ascent. “Took your sweet time.”

“Hey, I was in New Jersey visiting my folks.” He didn’t bother to ask, but fell into step with her.

“I need a gag on the broadcast.”

“Well.” He scratched his head as they headed up. “We can probably finagle an order to confiscate the pictures of the scene.” He moved his shoulders at Eve’s glance. “I caught some of it on the screen in the car on the way here. They’ll get it back, but we can hang them up for a few hours, anyway.”

“Get to work on it. I need all the data available on the victim. They should have records here.”

“That’s simple enough.”

“Feed them to my office, will you, Feeney? I’ll be on my way there shortly.”

“No problem. Anything else?”

Eve stepped off, scowled at the thick white doors of Studio A. “I might need some backup in here.”

“That’d be my pleasure.”

The doors were locked, the On Air sign glowing. Eve struggled with a desperate urge to draw her weapon and blow the security panel apart. Instead, she jabbed the emergency button and waited for response.

“Channel 75 News now in progress, live,” came the soothing electronic voice. “What is the nature of your problem?”

“Police emergency.” She held her ID up to the small scanner.

“One moment, Lieutenant Dallas, while your request is accessed.”

“It’s not a request,” Eve said evenly. “I want these doors open now, or I’ll be forced to break in under Code 83B, subsection J.”

There was a quiet hum, an electronic hiss, as if the computer were considering, then expressing annoyance. “Clearing doors. Please remain quiet and do not pass the white line. Thank you.”

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