“Terrorist organization,” Eve corrected. “Who is also responsible for the death of an unrelated civilian and a police officer. You watch much screen? Sorry.” Eve let her lips curve. “Just a personal debate between my aide and myself on the merits of media reports and keeping up with current events.”

“I have 75 on most mornings and usually tune in at least briefly in the evenings.” She smiled back. “Whose side am I on?”

“Hers.” Eve jerked her head toward Peabody. “In any case, I’m primary investigator on these matters and I’m pursuing the possibility of connections between members of the group known as The Purity Seekers and minors who may have been exploited by Cogburn and/or Fitzhugh, as well as other child predators this group may have targeted. As the names of those minors are sealed and many of those who’ve reached majority have requested they remain sealed, I need your help.”

“I can’t break confidence with those kids and their families, Lieutenant, to help you in an investigation.” She lifted pretty, ringless hands. “There’s a reason for those seals. These children have been damaged, and while you have your job, I also have mine. Mine is to protect those children, and to do everything in my power to help them heal.”

“Seals can be broken, Miss Price. It’ll take me time, but I can get an order to open the files for this investigation.”

“I understand that.” Clarissa lifted both hands again. “And when you have that authorization, I’ll help you in any way the law allows. But I work with these victims every day, and it’s difficult enough to gain the trust of kids who’ve already been hurt by an adult, to gain the trust of their families, even to find family members who give a damn. I can’t help you until I’m ordered to.”

“Did you ever have personal contact with Cogburn or Fitzhugh?”

“Professional contact. I gave statements to the P.A. on both men. That is, on the psychological damage done to the minors in my case file who’d had dealings with them. I never spoke with either of them, and I won’t pretend to be sorry they’re no longer around to hunt more children.”

“Mary Ellen George.”

Clarissa’s face closed up. “She was acquitted.”

“Should she have been?”

“A jury of her peers thought so.”

“Have you had personal contact with her?”

“Yes. I had occasion to visit and examine the conditions of her day care facility, and I cooperated and worked with the police who ultimately arrested her. She was very convincing. Very . . . motherly.”

“But she didn’t convince you.”

“This job requires a certain instinct, just as yours does. I knew what she was.” A cold disgust, bordering on rage, hardened Price’s features. “You win battles and you lose them. Losing’s hard, but if you don’t move on to the next in this field, you’ll burn out. And I have to move on to the next now. I have another session, and I’m already late.”

“I appreciate the time.” Eve stepped to the door. “I will get that authorization, Miss Price.”

“When you do, I’m at your disposal.”

Outside, Eve ignored the knotted traffic fighting its way around her vehicle. She didn’t bother to respond to the horns, the curses, the variety of obscene gestures. She just climbed in.

“She’s by the book,” Peabody began as Eve shoved into traffic. “But she’ll be helpful once you get authorization.”

“She’s holding more than sealeds under her hands. She knew who I was and pretended not to.”

“How do you know she knew who you were?”

“She watches 75 routinely. You watch 75 routinely, you’re going to see me. You sure as hell saw me this morning—during the report she admitted watching—when I did the one-on-one. She played it a little too cautious not mentioning that.”

Eve swung west, barely missed nipping the bumper of a Rapid Cab. “Clarissa Price goes to the top of the short list.”

Chapter 9

Jamie was working hard to act cool. Everything he wanted in his life had fallen so unexpectedly into his lap he was terrified he’d do something to blow it away again. As far as Jamie was concerned electronics made the world go around. There was only one thing he wanted more than to work with them. That was to work with them as a cop.

Thanks to Roarke, he was getting that chance. Sort of. And on a homicide investigation that was baffling the premium ult cop.

It didn’t get better.

Well, it would’ve been better if he’d had a badge and rank. But tech assist to the expert consultant was an airboot in the door.

He was going to make it count.

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