Glory in Death (In Death 2) - Page 101

“And the color was, I quote, bright.” He held up both hands before Eve could snap at him. “I’m just trying to save you some grief. You got an idea of putting the Angelinis in a lineup for a funky junkie, their lawyers are going to whip your little ass, kid.”

She had thought of it. And she, too, had rejected it. “She wouldn’t hold up on direct ID. I’m not stupid. But it was a man, she’s damn sure of that. He drove away. He had the umbrella. He was wearing a long coat, dark.”

“Which jibes with David Angelini’s statement.”

“It was a new car. I juggled that out of her. Shiny, bright.”

“Back with bright.”

“So, they don’t see colors well,” she snarled. “The guy was alone, and the car was a small, personal vehicle. The driver’s side door opened up, not to the side, and he had to swivel down to get in.”

“Could be a Rocket, a Midas, or a Spur. Maybe a Midget, if it’s a late model.”

“She said new, and she’s got a thing for cars. Likes to watch them.”

“Okay, I’ll run it.” He gave a sour smile. “Any idea how

many of those models been sold in the last two years in the five boroughs alone? Now, if she’d come up with an ID plate, even a partial—”

“Quit bitching. I’ve been back over Metcalf’s. There’s a couple dozen bright new cars in the garage there.”

“Oh joy.”

“Possibility he’s a neighbor,” Eve said with a shrug. It was a very low possibility. “Wherever he lives, he has to be able to get in and out without being noticed. Or where people don’t notice. Maybe he leaves the coat in the car, or he puts it in something to get it inside and clean it up. There’s going to be blood in that car, Feeney, and on that coat, no matter how much he’s scrubbed and sprayed. I’ve got to get over to Channel 75.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I need to talk to Nadine. She’s dodging me.”

“Jesus, talk about the lion’s den.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” She smiled viciously. “I’m taking Roarke with me. They’re scared of him.”

“It’s so sweet of you to ask for my company.” Roarke pulled his car into the visitors’ lot at Channel 75 and beamed at her. “I’m touched.”

“All right, I owe you.” The man never let her get away with anything, Eve thought in disgust as she climbed out of the car.

“I’ll collect.” He caught her arm. “You can start paying off by telling me why you want me along.”

“I told you, it’ll save time, since you want to go to this opera thing.”

Very slowly, very thoroughly, he scanned over her dusty trousers and battered boots. “Darling Eve, though you always look perfect to me, you’re not going to the opera dressed like that. So we’re going to have to go home to change, anyway. Come clean.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go to the opera.”

“So you’ve already said. Several times, I believe. But we had a deal.”

She lowered her brows, toyed with one of the buttons of his shirt. “It’s just singing.”

“I’ve agreed to sit through two sets at the Blue Squirrel, with the idea of helping Mavis into a recording contract. And no one—no one with ears—would consider that singing of any kind.”

She huffed out a breath. A deal was, after all, a deal. “Okay, fine. I said I’m going.”

“Now that you’ve managed to avoid the question, I’ll repeat it. Why am I here?”

She looked up from his button, into his face. It was always hell for her to admit she could use help. “Feeney’s got to dig into the E-work. He can’t be spared right now. I want another pair of eyes, ears, another impression.”

His lips curved. “So, I’m your second choice.”

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