Even without the eyewit, I’d have said two or more to pull it off, and even then it went down damn fast. The tox came in from the ME. No illegals, no drugs of any kind in any of them. No illegals on the premises. Even the pain remedies were herbal and holistic.”
“Fits with the adult female’s career choice,” Eve murmured. “No defensives, no struggle, no missing valuables.”
“No trace,” she added. “Sweepers got zip. You dump your currents?”
“With pleasure.” Baxter stabbed his fork into another bite of steak. “Carmichael now hates me like a case of genital warts. Made my day.”
“The two of you are relieved here. Report back at oh eight hundred. Double duty. You babysit, and start running the names I pulled out of the Swishers’ client lists. Anybody with so much as a parking violation gets a deeper look. We look at them, their family, their friends and associates, their next-door neighbors, and their little pets. We look until we find.”
“The housekeeper?” Baxter asked.
“I’ll do her tonight. We look at them all, kids included. School, activities, neighbors, where they shopped, where they ate, where they worked, where they played. Before we’re done, we’ll know these people better than they knew themselves.”
“A lot of names,” Baxter commented.
“It’s only going to take one.”
Though she now had steak and murder on her mind, Eve ate roasted chicken and tried to keep her conversation away from the investigation. But what the hell were you supposed to talk to a kid about over dinner?
They didn’t use the dining room often—well, she didn’t, she admitted. So much easier to grab something upstairs. But she couldn’t call it a hardship to sit at the big, gleaming table, with a fire simmering in the grate, the scent of food and candles in the air.
“How come you eat so fancy?” Nixie wanted to know.
“Don’t ask me.” Eve jabbed a fork toward Roarke. “It’s his house.”
“Do I have to go to school tomorrow?”
Eve blinked twice, then realized the question was directed at her, and Roarke wasn’t stepping in to field the ball.
“No.”
“When do I go back to school?”
Eve felt the back of her neck begin to ache. “I don’t know.”
“But if I don’t do my work, I’ll get behind. If you get behind, you can’t be in the band or the plays.” Tears started to shimmer.
“Oh. Well.” Shit.
“We can arrange for you to do your school work here, for now,” Roarke spoke matter-of-factly. As if, Eve thought, he’d been born answering thorny questions. “You enjoy school?”
“Mostly. Who’ll help me with my work? Dad always did.”
No, Eve thought. Absolutely not. She wasn’t moving into that area if somebody planted a boomer under her ass.
“The lieutenant and I weren’t the best of students. But Summerset could help you, for the time being.”
“I’ll never get to go home again. Or see my mom and dad, or Coyle or Linnie. I don’t want them to be dead.”
Okay, Eve decided. Maybe she was a kid, but she was still the eyewit. The case was back on the table along with the chicken.
Thank God.
“Tell me what everybody was doing. The whole day before it happened.” When Roarke started to object, Eve only shook her head. “Everything you remember.”
“Dad had to yell at Coyle because he got up late. He’s always getting up late, then everybody has to rush. Mom gets mad if you rush your breakfast because it’s important you eat right.”
“What did you eat?”
“We had fruit and cereal in the kitchen.” Nixie cut a spear of asparagus neatly, and ate without complaint. “Inga fixes it. And juice. Dad had coffee, ’cause he gets to have one cup. And Coyle wanted new airskids, and Mom said no, and he said that sucked, and she gave him the look because you’re not supposed to say ’suck,’ especially at the table. Then we got our things and went to school.”
“Did anyone use the ’link?”
“No.”
“Did anyone come
“Fits with the adult female’s career choice,” Eve murmured. “No defensives, no struggle, no missing valuables.”
“No trace,” she added. “Sweepers got zip. You dump your currents?”
“With pleasure.” Baxter stabbed his fork into another bite of steak. “Carmichael now hates me like a case of genital warts. Made my day.”
“The two of you are relieved here. Report back at oh eight hundred. Double duty. You babysit, and start running the names I pulled out of the Swishers’ client lists. Anybody with so much as a parking violation gets a deeper look. We look at them, their family, their friends and associates, their next-door neighbors, and their little pets. We look until we find.”
“The housekeeper?” Baxter asked.
“I’ll do her tonight. We look at them all, kids included. School, activities, neighbors, where they shopped, where they ate, where they worked, where they played. Before we’re done, we’ll know these people better than they knew themselves.”
“A lot of names,” Baxter commented.
“It’s only going to take one.”
Though she now had steak and murder on her mind, Eve ate roasted chicken and tried to keep her conversation away from the investigation. But what the hell were you supposed to talk to a kid about over dinner?
They didn’t use the dining room often—well, she didn’t, she admitted. So much easier to grab something upstairs. But she couldn’t call it a hardship to sit at the big, gleaming table, with a fire simmering in the grate, the scent of food and candles in the air.
“How come you eat so fancy?” Nixie wanted to know.
“Don’t ask me.” Eve jabbed a fork toward Roarke. “It’s his house.”
“Do I have to go to school tomorrow?”
Eve blinked twice, then realized the question was directed at her, and Roarke wasn’t stepping in to field the ball.
“No.”
“When do I go back to school?”
Eve felt the back of her neck begin to ache. “I don’t know.”
“But if I don’t do my work, I’ll get behind. If you get behind, you can’t be in the band or the plays.” Tears started to shimmer.
“Oh. Well.” Shit.
“We can arrange for you to do your school work here, for now,” Roarke spoke matter-of-factly. As if, Eve thought, he’d been born answering thorny questions. “You enjoy school?”
“Mostly. Who’ll help me with my work? Dad always did.”
No, Eve thought. Absolutely not. She wasn’t moving into that area if somebody planted a boomer under her ass.
“The lieutenant and I weren’t the best of students. But Summerset could help you, for the time being.”
“I’ll never get to go home again. Or see my mom and dad, or Coyle or Linnie. I don’t want them to be dead.”
Okay, Eve decided. Maybe she was a kid, but she was still the eyewit. The case was back on the table along with the chicken.
Thank God.
“Tell me what everybody was doing. The whole day before it happened.” When Roarke started to object, Eve only shook her head. “Everything you remember.”
“Dad had to yell at Coyle because he got up late. He’s always getting up late, then everybody has to rush. Mom gets mad if you rush your breakfast because it’s important you eat right.”
“What did you eat?”
“We had fruit and cereal in the kitchen.” Nixie cut a spear of asparagus neatly, and ate without complaint. “Inga fixes it. And juice. Dad had coffee, ’cause he gets to have one cup. And Coyle wanted new airskids, and Mom said no, and he said that sucked, and she gave him the look because you’re not supposed to say ’suck,’ especially at the table. Then we got our things and went to school.”
“Did anyone use the ’link?”
“No.”
“Did anyone come
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