Portrait in Death (In Death 16) - Page 11
“Mmm. They’ll keep him until tomorrow. If he’s recovered enough to be released, I’m bringing him home. He won’t be able to get around on his own initially, so he’ll need care. I’ve arranged it.”
“Should I, you know, do something?”
This time the smile seemed more at ease. “Such as?”
“I have absolutely no idea. You okay?”
“Shook me up, considerably. I tend to overreact when someone I care for is injured. Or so I’m told. He’s almost as annoyed with me for dumping him in the hospital—as he called it—as you are under similar circumstances.”
“He’ll get over it.” She wanted to touch him, brush those lines of worry away that were haunting his eyes. “I mostly do.”
“He’s been the only constant in my life, until you. Scared me brainless to see him hurt that way.”
“He’s too mean to stay down for long. I’ve got to go. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”
“That makes two of us. Thanks for calling.”
She ended the transmission, and after one more pass, loaded the printouts in her bag. Heading out, she swung by Peabody’s cube. “Peabody, we’re moving.”
“I got the victim’s class schedule.” Peabody jogged to keep up with Eve’s ground-eating stride. “And a list of her instructors. Also the names of her coworkers at the 24/7. I haven’t started to run them yet.”
“Do it on the way to the morgue. Plug in photography and imaging. See if any of them have an interest.”
“I can tell you that straight off. One of her electives was Imaging. She was acing it, too. Hell, she was acing everything. She was really smart.” She dragged out her PPC as they headed down to the garage. “She had the Imaging course Tuesday evenings.”
“Last evening.”
“Yes, sir. Her instructor was Leeanne Browning.”
“Run her first.” She sniffed the air as they crossed the garage. “What’s that smell?”
“As your aide and boon companion, I must inform you, that smell is you.”
“Oh hell.”
“Here.” Digging in her bag, Peabody came out with a little spray bottle.
Instinctively Eve stepped back. “What is that? Keep it away from me.”
“Dallas, when we get in our vehicle, even with the air on full, it’s going to be tough to breathe. You are rank. You’re probably going to have to burn that jacket, and it’s too bad, because it’s mag.”
Before Eve could dodge, she aimed and fired, and kept firing even as her courageous lieutenant yelped.
“It smells like . . . rotten flowers.”
“The rotten part is you.” Peabody leaned closer, sniffed. “But it’s much better. You’ll hardly notice it from ten, fifteen feet away. They probably have really strong disinfectant at the morgue,” Peabody said cheerfully. “You could wash up, and maybe they’ve got something for your clothes.”
“Just button it, Peabody.”
“Buttoning, sir.” Peabody scooted into the car and began her run on Leeanne Browning. “Professor Browning is fifty-six. Affiliated with Columbia for twenty-three years. Married, same-sex style, to Angela Brightstar, fifty-four. Upper West Side address. No criminal record. Also second residence, the Hamptons. One sib, brother, Upper East Side, also married, one child, son. Twenty-eight years of age. Parents still living, retired, with residences Upper East Side and Florida.”
“Run criminals on Brightstar and the family.”
“
Brightstar’s got a little pop,” Peabody said after a moment. “Illegals possession twelve years back. Personal stash of Exotica. Pled guilty, did three months community service. Brightstar is a freelance artist, with a studio in residence. Brother’s clean, so are the parents, but the nephew’s got two tags. One illegals possession at age twenty-three, and one assault last spring. His current residence is Boston.”
“He may be worth talking to. Bump him up on the list, and we’ll see if he’s been visiting our fair city. Get Professor Browning’s class schedule. I want to work her in today.”
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