As she rode up in the stifling excuse for an elevator, she could feel her back stiffening. Telling herself it was petty, that it should have been over, didn’t seem to matter. Resentment and hurt left over from a previous case wouldn’t completely fade.
She walked into the administration lobby with its busy consoles, dark walls, and threadbare carpeting. She announced herself at Commander Whitney’s reception station and was asked to wait by the bored voice of an office drone.
She remained where she was rather than wandering over to look out of the window or to while away time with one of the aging magazine discs. The all-news station on screen behind her had been turned to mute and didn’t interest her in any case.
A few weeks before, she had more than her fill of the media. At least, she thought, someone as low on the food chain as Boomer wouldn’t generate much publicity. The death of a weasel didn’t earn rating points.
‘Commander Whitney will see you now, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve.’
She was buzzed through the security doors and turned left into Whitney’s office.
‘Lieutenant.’
‘Commander. Thank you for seeing me.’
‘Have a seat.’
‘No, thank you. I won’t keep you long. I just identified a John Doe floater at the morgue. He was Carter Johannsen. One of my weasels.’
An imposing man with a hard face and tired eyes, Whitney leaned back in his chair. ‘Boomer? He used to wire explosives for street thieves. Blew off his right index finger.’
‘Left,’ Eve corrected. ‘Sir.’
‘Left.’ Whitney folded his hands on the desk and studied her. He’d made a mistake with Eve, a mistake in a case that had affected him personally. He understood she had yet to set it aside. He had her obedience and her respect, but the nebulous friendship that could have existed between them was gone.
‘I take it this was homicide.’
‘I haven’t gotten the post mortem, but it appears the victim was beaten and strangled before entering the river. I’d like to pursue the matter.’
‘Were you working with him on any ongoing investigation? ’
‘Nothing ongoing, no sir. He occasionally fed the Illegals with data. I need to find out who he worked with in that department.’
Whitney nodded. ‘Your caseload at the moment, Lieutenant?’
‘Manageable.’
‘Which means you’re overloaded.’ He lifted his fingers, curled them down again. ‘Dallas, people like Johannsen court disaster, and they usually find it. You and I both know the murder rate rises in this kind of heat. I can’t waste one of my top investigators on this kind of case.’
Eve set her jaw. ‘He was mine. Whatever else he was, Commander, he was mine.’
Loyalty, he mused, was one of the values that made her one of his best. ‘You can shuffle it to the top for twenty-four hours,’ he told her. ‘Keep it open, in your files, for seventy-two. After that, I’ll have to transfer the case to a junior investigator. ’
It was no more than she expected. ‘I’d like to have Officer Peabody with me on it.’
He stared at her balefully. ‘You want me to approve an aide for a case like this?’
‘I want Peabody,’ Eve returned without flinching. ‘She’s proven herself excellent in the field. She’s aiming for detective. I believe she’ll get it quick with some hands-on training.’
‘You can have her for three days. If something more vital comes through, you’re both off.’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Dallas,’ he began when she turned to leave. He bit down on his pride. ‘Eve . . . I haven’t had the chance to offer my best wishes, personally, for your upcoming marriage.’
Surprise flickered in her eyes before she controlled it. ‘Thank you.’
‘I hope you’ll be happy.’