Glory in Death (In Death 2) - Page 75

That’s just the way it was when David Angelini fell into hers.

She’d had several questions on small details of the Kirski case. The timing was one of them.

Nadine skips her usual break, Kirksi goes out instead, passing the lobby desk at approximately 23:04. She steps out into the rain, and into a knife. Minutes later, running late, Morse arrives at the station lot, stumbles over the body, vomits, and runs inside to report a murder.

All of it, she mused, quick, fast, and in a hurry.

As a matter of course, she ran the discs from the security gate at Channel 75. It wasn’t possible to know if the killer had driven through them, parked a car on the station’s lot, strolled over to wait for Nadine, sliced Louise by mistake, then driven off again.

An assailant could just as easily have cut across the property from Third on foot, just as Louise had intended to do. Gate security was to make sure that there were parking facilities for station employees and that guests weren’t infringed upon by every frustrated driver looking for a place to stick his car or minishuttle off the street.

Eve reviewed the discs because it was a matter of routine, and because, she admitted to herself, she hoped Morse’s story wouldn’t gel. He’d have recognized Nadine’s raincoat, and he’d have known her habit of cutting out for some solo time before the midnight broadcast.

There was nothing she’d have enjoyed more, on a basic, even primal personal level, than nailing his skinny butt to the wall.

And that’s when she saw the sleek little two-passenger Italian model cruise like a shiny cat to the gate. She’d seen that car before, parked outside of the commander’s home after the memorial service.

“Stop,” she ordered, and the image on screen froze. “Enhance sector twenty-three through thirty, full screen.” The machine clicked, then clunked, wobbling the image. With an impatient snarl, Eve smacked the screen with the heel of her hand, jarring it back on course. “Goddamn budget cuts,” she muttered, and then her smile began, slow and savoring. “Well, well, Mr. Angelini.”

She took a deep breath as David’s face filled her screen. He looked impatient, she thought. Distracted. Nervous.

“What were you doing there?” she murmured, flicking her glance down to the digital time frozen at the bottom left corner. “At twenty-three oh two and five seconds?”

She leaned back in her chair, rifling through a drawer with one hand as she continued to study the screen. Absently, she bit into a candy bar that was going to pass for breakfast. She’d yet to go home.

“Hard copy,” she ordered. “Then go back to original view and hard copy.” She waited patiently while her machine wheezed its way through the process. “Continue disc run, normal speed.”

Nibbling on her breakfast, she watched the pricey sports car whiz past camera range. The image blinked. Channel 75 could afford the latest in motion-activated security cameras. Eleven minutes had passed on the counter when Morse’s car approached.

“Interesting,” she murmured. “Copy disc, transfer copy to file 47833-K, Kirski, Louise. Homicide. Cross reference to case file 47801-T, Towers, Cicely and 47815-M, Metcalf, Yvonne. Homicides.”

Turning from the screen, she engaged her ’link. “Feeney.”

“Dallas.” He stuffed the last of a danish into his mouth. “I’m working on it. Christ, it’s barely seven A.M.”

“I know what time it is. I’ve got a sensitive matter here, Feeney.”

“Hell.” His already rumpled face grew more wrinkles. “I hate when you say that.”

“I’ve got David Angelini on the gate security disc at Channel 75, coming in about ten minutes before Louise Kirski’s body was discovered.”

“Shit, shit, shit. Who’s going to tell the commander?”

“I am—after I’ve had a talk with Angelini. I need you to cover for me, Feeney. I’m going to transmit what I’ve got, excluding Angelini. You take it in to the commander. Tell him I’m hooking a couple hours of personal time.”

“Yeah, like he’ll buy that one.”

“Feeney, tell me I need some sleep. Tell me you’ll report to the commander, and to go home and catch a couple hours of sleep.”

Feeney heaved a long sigh. “Dallas, you need some sleep. I’ll report to the commander. Go home and catch a couple hours.”

“Now you can tell him you told me,” she said, and flicked off.

•••

Like routine police work, a cop’s gut often paid off. Eve’s told her that David Angelini would close himself in with family. Her first stop was the Angelini pied-` a-terre, cozied in an affluent East Side neighborhood.

Here the brownstones had been constructed barely thirty years before, reproductions of those designed during the nineteenth, and destroyed during the dawn of the twenty-first when most of New York’s infrastructure had failed. A large portion of New York’s posher homes in this area had been condemned and razed. After much debate, this area had been rebuilt in the old tradition—a tradition only the very wealthy had been able to afford.

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