“I’m on a diet anyway.”
“You don’t need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female.”
“McNab?” Eve said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s all right, Dallas. We’re a couple.”
“A couple of what? No, don’t tell me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.”
Peabody managed to muffle a snicker, then tried to adjust the climate control manually.
“It’s busted. Shut up.”
Saying nothing, Peabody rolled down her window.
McNab shifted in the back. “Permission to speak on official business, sir?”
“What?”
“Kevin Morano’s address. Yankee Stadium. Do you want me to contact Roarke and have him . . . I mean,” he amended when she glared in the rearview, “do you want to implement your ways of ascertaining data?”
“No. I know where he lives.”
When she stopped in front of the grand old brownstone, it was after one A.M. The house was dark but for the red pinprick of light on the armed security system.
“Are you armed, McNab?”
“My off-duty stunner.”
“Keep it set on low, keep your communicator open. Don’t approach the house unless I signal you to do so. Come on, Peabody, let’s go wake this prick up.”
She crossed the sidewalk. When she stepped onto the first stone stair, the security system went into a warning hum. She pressed the bell. Instantly light washed down from overhead and the security system went on first alert.
YOU ARE CURRENTLY UNDER SURVEILLANCE. PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND YOUR BUSINESS. ANY ATTEMPT TO ENTER THE PREMISES OR CAUSE DAMAGE TO SAME, AND THIS SYSTEM WILL IMMEDIATELY NOTIFY THE POLICE AND THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH.
“Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD.” She held her badge up to the view screen. “I need to speak with Lucias Dunwood regarding a police matter.”
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE, WHILE YOUR IDENTIFICATION IS PROCESSED AND VERIFIED . . . PLEASE WAIT WHILE MR. DUNWOOD IS INFORMED OF YOUR REQUEST . . .
“Lieutenant, do you think—”
Eve shifted her body subtly, and stepped on Peabody’s foot under camera range. “I think it’s difficult having to wake Mr. Dunwood up to tell him about his grandfather’s death. But there’s never a good time for hard news, and no point in waiting for morning to give it.”
“No, sir.” Peabody cleared her throat, fixed a sober expression on her face as she realized she was being told they were likely under audio as well as video surveillance.
It took several minutes before the light in the first floor windows flashed on. She didn’t hear locks being disengaged, which told her the door was fully soundproofed. It opened silently, and she got her first look at Lucias.
His bright red hair was disheveled. He wore a long white nightrobe belted loosely at the waist. And gave every appearance of a young man just roused out of sleep, and puzzled as to the reason why.
“I’m sorry.
” He blinked owlishly. “You’re the police?”
“Yes.” She offered her badge again. “Are you Lucias Dunwood?”