“You’ll have both.”
“If Lucius Iler leaves the building or has a visitor, I need to know. Immediately.”
“Mr. Iler,” Rhoda murmured. “I see.”
“I hope you do. You’re not to confront or alter your behavior in any way. I need to know who comes to see him.”
“Mr. Iler has a number of friends, and business associates. He works most often out of his apartment, so he has a number of visitors.”
“Male. Can’t give you an age range at this time. He might give you the impression of a soldier, military training.”
“That narrows it somewhat, but Mr. Iler has a number of clients, friends, connections who are or were in the military.”
“Okay.” She’d go through the visitors’ logs again, Eve decided. “If anyone meeting that description visits him tonight, have security notify the surveillance team, and tag me immediately. I—Hold on,” she said when her ’link signaled.
The readout had her cursing under her breath. “Not now, Nadine.”
“Don’t hate me.”
“Don’t make me hate you.”
“I pulled a prime spot on Knight at Night.”
“Congratulations. Go away.”
“Don’t cut me off! I am going away, that’s the point. I can’t wiggle out of this, even if I wanted to. I have a boss just like everybody, and she wants me out there.”
A very bad feeling began to creep in. “Out where? Knight’s out of New York. I know this.”
“Usually, yes. But she’s out of Hollywood all this week because Oscars, Dallas. And I have to get out there. I had to bump up the shuttle, add a night to the hotel.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
“I’m not, and I’m sorry. Sincerely because you’re doing a solid friend thing here, and now it’s more.”
“When?”
Nadine, face a little frantic, held her breath a moment. “We have to take off in two and a half hours. I’m sorry!”
Eve closed her eyes and, while Rhoda looked on, lowered her head to pound it lightly on the counter.
“Dallas! Dallas!”
“Shut up a minute.” Eve gave herself a couple more pounds, sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
“I know, I know. Leonardo’s going to do their fittings and adjustments out there anyway. They just need to pack and be at the shuttle in . . . an hour forty five. I’m sorry, really. I don’t want to let her down, and it’s on me if you can’t cut her loose, but—”
“They’ll be there.”
“Oh, thank God. We owe you. We all owe you.”
“You’re damn fucking skippy you do,” Eve snapped and clicked off. “Sorry,” she said to Rhoda.
“Think nothing of it. Could I get you a blocker?”
“There isn’t one big enough.” Eve strode back toward Rhoda’s office as Peabody started out.
“It took some doing with her admin, but Mira’s clear in thirty, in person or via ’link.”
“Good. You have to go.”
“Talk to Mira?”
“No. Nadine has to leave in two and a half hours. You have to get to the shuttle in an hour forty-five.”
“But it’s tomorrow.”
“Now it’s today. Tag McNab on the way. Go.”
“But, but, Iler. I can’t just—”
“Look at my face.” Eve jabbed spread fingers at her own eyes. “You’re now on leave. Get the hell out so I can work. One more word, just one, and I haul you out bodily.”
Peabody pressed her lips together, then thumped a fist to her heart.
“Yeah, yeah, get out. I’m busy.”
Peabody rushed to the door and, figuring she could probably outrun Eve with the distance and the adrenaline, called out, “Thanks, boss!” Kept going.
“You’re fucking welcome,” she muttered, kicking Rhoda’s desk before she could stop herself.
She tagged Baxter first.
“Just finishing up interview three on-site.”
“When you wrap it come down to the manager’s office. Rhoda will show you.”
“Ten tops,” he said, clicked off.
She blew out a breath, tagged Roarke, got Caro.
“Hello, Lieutenant.”
“Caro, I’m sorry.”
The stylish, ever-efficient Caro only smiled. “It’s no problem at all. He’s in a meeting. He should be out in a few minutes, but he said to put you through at any time if you needed to speak with him immediately.”
“Not immediately. If you could tell him, when he’s free, Peabody’s schedule moved up. She had to leave. I’m at the apartment building. Banks. Things are moving. He can reach me when he has a chance.”
“I’ll take care of it. We’re all pulling for Nadine.”
“She’s lucky they’re not pulling her out of the East River. Thanks.”
Taking a breath, rubbing her temples, she started outlining a takedown plan, grabbed her ’link again when it signaled incoming.
The colonel had come through with her requested list of military personnel on base at the time of the attack.
A lot of military personnel, she thought. But she could eliminate females, the dead, anyone on active duty. He’d be retired, she thought. Or discharged—honorably or not.
Could be older than Iler, she considered, as the dominant partner. Or . . . Baby brother. The dominant still, she thought, but also a kind of surrogate.
She looked at the little screen on her ’link, then with envy at the generously sized wall screen. And went out, once again, to Rhoda.
By the time Baxter and Trueheart joined her, she had a pot of coffee, and a good chunk of her elimination done and displayed on the wall screen.
“That’s real coffee,” Baxter said. “I can smell the real.”
“Rhoda had a stash.”
“You should marry her,” he told Trueheart as he poured out mugs.
“I have a girl.”
“Keep the girl, marry Rhoda. She has amazing powers.”
“If we have that settled.” Eve kept working as she spoke. “We have the art and finance half of our suspects nailed down in Lucius Iler, apartment 5005.”
“You got him. Hot damn!” Baxter lifted his mug in salute. “Is Peabody hauling him in?”
“No, he’s in 5005. I’ve got uniforms in soft clothes watching the building, and Rhoda—of the amazing powers—in the lobby, should he decide to leave. Peabody’s on her fricking way to fricking Hollywood.”
“She is?” Trueheart’s earnest face broke into smiles. “I thought it was tomorrow.”
“It was. Now it’s not. Sit. Listen.”
She caught them up quickly.
“He’ll have contacted his partner,” Eve concluded. “No way to prevent that. The partner may rabbit, but I don’t think so. He’s a soldier.”
“Leave no man behind.” Baxter nodded.
“They’re brothers—as least in Iler’s mind. They go, they go together. The probability’s high the partner’s on the list on-screen—all of them were on base at the time of the terrorist attack. I’ve eliminated females, deceased, active duty. They’ve been at this for months, so it’s extremely unlikely the partner’s active duty. Trueheart, pick this up. Cross-check these names with the list of residents. If they both live here—”
“We can wrap this up,” Baxter finished, “and go out for burgers and brew.”
“If we have that kind of luck, I’ll buy both. I’ve got a consult with Mira in a few. Rhoda—and I concede her amazing powers—has it set up so we can do it on-screen here. That way I don’t have to relay to you afterward.”
“Maybe I’ll marry her,” Baxter considered.
“She’s too smart for that.”
“I overcome female brains with my smooth charm and sexual prowess.”
“He really does,” Trueheart agreed as he worked.
“It’s a skill.”
“Save it until we bust these bastards. Roarke’s on his way in.”
“Peabody’s standin.”
“While Trueheart’s doing the cross-check, give me what you got.”
Baxter huffed out a breath. “Goose egg. Nobody we interviewed fits, nobody pops.”
“If I’m not on the hook for burgers and brew, we’re back at that. But we focus on military history. The partner could have changed his name.”
“If he lives here, or comes to see Iler frequently? Rhoda.”
“And/or the night manager, the doormen. So you’re going to generate ID shots of the list currently on-screen.”
She checked the time. “After the consult.”
*