calculate the time between her last being seen and time of death, there isn’t a lot. He’d been working her for weeks, right? Smoothing her up. It seems to me he’d be more sure she was giving him the straight scoop if it was willing pillow talk or something than if he tried to beat it out of her.”
“My pride and joy,” Eve said to Baxter and earned a chuckle. “He beats or threatens or tortures, she might lie or just get mixed up. He eases it out of her, it’s more secure. But . . . ”
She paused while her pride and joy wrinkled her forehead. “He seduces it out, she might talk, or get the guilts and report the lapse to her superior. That’s a risk. Either way, if we’re right about this connection, he got it out of her. Then after he broke in, killed Jacobs, he had to cover tracks. So he killed Cobb, dumped her. Killed and dumped her in such a way that identification would be delayed long enough for him to tidy up any connection between himself and Cobb.”
“What’s Gannon got that he wants?” Baxter asked.
“It’s more what he thinks she has or has access to. And that’s several million in stolen diamonds.”
She filled them in and gave them each a disk copy of her file. Without realizing it, she’d straightened and was standing. “The more we find out about this old case, and the stolen gems, the more we know about our current cases. We’ll learn more, faster, if we coordinate our time and effort.”
“I got no problem with that.” Baxter nodded in agreement. “We’ll shoot you both copies of our file on Cobb. What angle do you want us to work?”
“Track Bobby. He didn’t leave us much, but there’s always something. We’ll see what EDD can dig out of the vics’ ’links.”
“Somebody should go through her personal items,” Peabody added. “She might’ve kept mementos. Girls do that. Something from a restaurant where they ate.”
“Good one.” Baxter winked at her. “The sister said he took Tina to an art gallery and a play. We’ll work on that. After all, how many art galleries and theaters are there in New York?” He slapped a hand on Trueheart’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t take my earnest sidekick more than a couple hundred man-hours to find out.”
“Somebody saw them together somewhere,” Eve agreed. “Peabody and I will continue to work Jacobs. We pool all information. For homework assignment, read Gannon’s book. Let’s know all we can know about these diamonds and the people who stole them. Class dismissed. Peabody, you’re with me in ten. Baxter? Can I have a minute?”
“Teacher’s pet,” Baxter said, tapping his heart and winking at Trueheart.
To stall until they were alone, Eve wandered to the board, studied the faces.
“Are you giving him that drone work to keep his ass in the chair?”
“As much as I can,” Baxter confirmed. “He’s bounced back—Christ, to be that young again. But he’s not a hundred percent. I’m keeping him on light duty for now.”
“Good. Any problems combining these investigations under me?”
“Look at that face.” Baxter lifted his chin toward the ID photo of Tina Cobb. Even the cheap, official image radiated youth and innocence.
“Yeah.”
“I play pretty well with others, Dallas. And I want, I really want to find out who turned that into that.” He tapped a finger on the crime-scene still of Tina Cobb. “So I got no problem.”
“Does it sit right with you if Peabody and I go through your vic’s things? Peabody’s got an eye for that kind of thing.”
“All right.”
“You want to take the club where my vic was last seen?”
“Can do.”
“Then we’ll have a briefing in the morning. Nine hundred.”
“Make my world complete and tell me we’re having it at your home office. Where the AutoChef has real pig meat and eggs from chickens that cluck.”
“Here—unless I let you know different.”
“Spoilsport.”
Eve headed back uptown in irritable traffic. A breakdown on Eighth
“My pride and joy,” Eve said to Baxter and earned a chuckle. “He beats or threatens or tortures, she might lie or just get mixed up. He eases it out of her, it’s more secure. But . . . ”
She paused while her pride and joy wrinkled her forehead. “He seduces it out, she might talk, or get the guilts and report the lapse to her superior. That’s a risk. Either way, if we’re right about this connection, he got it out of her. Then after he broke in, killed Jacobs, he had to cover tracks. So he killed Cobb, dumped her. Killed and dumped her in such a way that identification would be delayed long enough for him to tidy up any connection between himself and Cobb.”
“What’s Gannon got that he wants?” Baxter asked.
“It’s more what he thinks she has or has access to. And that’s several million in stolen diamonds.”
She filled them in and gave them each a disk copy of her file. Without realizing it, she’d straightened and was standing. “The more we find out about this old case, and the stolen gems, the more we know about our current cases. We’ll learn more, faster, if we coordinate our time and effort.”
“I got no problem with that.” Baxter nodded in agreement. “We’ll shoot you both copies of our file on Cobb. What angle do you want us to work?”
“Track Bobby. He didn’t leave us much, but there’s always something. We’ll see what EDD can dig out of the vics’ ’links.”
“Somebody should go through her personal items,” Peabody added. “She might’ve kept mementos. Girls do that. Something from a restaurant where they ate.”
“Good one.” Baxter winked at her. “The sister said he took Tina to an art gallery and a play. We’ll work on that. After all, how many art galleries and theaters are there in New York?” He slapped a hand on Trueheart’s shoulder. “Shouldn’t take my earnest sidekick more than a couple hundred man-hours to find out.”
“Somebody saw them together somewhere,” Eve agreed. “Peabody and I will continue to work Jacobs. We pool all information. For homework assignment, read Gannon’s book. Let’s know all we can know about these diamonds and the people who stole them. Class dismissed. Peabody, you’re with me in ten. Baxter? Can I have a minute?”
“Teacher’s pet,” Baxter said, tapping his heart and winking at Trueheart.
To stall until they were alone, Eve wandered to the board, studied the faces.
“Are you giving him that drone work to keep his ass in the chair?”
“As much as I can,” Baxter confirmed. “He’s bounced back—Christ, to be that young again. But he’s not a hundred percent. I’m keeping him on light duty for now.”
“Good. Any problems combining these investigations under me?”
“Look at that face.” Baxter lifted his chin toward the ID photo of Tina Cobb. Even the cheap, official image radiated youth and innocence.
“Yeah.”
“I play pretty well with others, Dallas. And I want, I really want to find out who turned that into that.” He tapped a finger on the crime-scene still of Tina Cobb. “So I got no problem.”
“Does it sit right with you if Peabody and I go through your vic’s things? Peabody’s got an eye for that kind of thing.”
“All right.”
“You want to take the club where my vic was last seen?”
“Can do.”
“Then we’ll have a briefing in the morning. Nine hundred.”
“Make my world complete and tell me we’re having it at your home office. Where the AutoChef has real pig meat and eggs from chickens that cluck.”
“Here—unless I let you know different.”
“Spoilsport.”
Eve headed back uptown in irritable traffic. A breakdown on Eighth
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