Divided in Death

Feeney stepped back from the sculpture, then decided the best place was behind the sca

The red beam shot out with an insect-like hum. As it struck the metal, the entire sculpture seemed to shimmer.

“Shit. Shit! If we set it too high it might melt that crap down to a puddle.”

“It’s not too high,” Roarke responded. “It may soften a few joints, but other than that…” Still he pushed it, upping the speed so the beam sca

When he shut down, Feeney gave a whistling breath. “That is some son of a bitch! Some son of a bitch. I’m doing the next one.”

“Might be wise to wear goggles next run.” Roarke blinked. “I’ve dots in front of my eyes.” But he was gri

“You got that right. And look here.” Feeney slapped Roarke on the back as he leaned over to scan the readout. “I’m seeing chips, and I’m seeing fiber optics, and some goddamn silicon.”

“Bugs.”

Feeney straightened, flexed his fingers. “Bugs. Give the girl the brass ring.”

When Eve walked back into her office, she wasn’t particularly surprised to see on-air reporter Nadine Furst sitting in her visitor’s chair and carefully redoing her lip dye.

She fluttered her long, silky lashes and turned that freshly tinted mouth up into a smile. “Cookies,” Nadine said with a gesture toward the little bag on Eve’s desk. “I culled six for you before bribing your men.”

Eve poked into the box, and came out with chocolate chip. “There’s an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.”

“So noted. Why don’t you give it back to me, then it won’t offend your sensibilities?”

Eve pulled out the fat round cookie, handed it over before closing her door. The closed door had Nadine lifting her perfectly arched brows before nibbling on the cookie.

“Is that so you can yell at me for being in your office, or is it so we can exchange juicy girl secrets.”

“I don’t have any juicy girl secrets.”

“You’re married to Roarke. You’d have the juiciest on or off planet.”

Eve sat, rested her boots on the desk. “Have I ever told you what he can do to the female body with a single fingertip?”

Nadine leaned forward. “No.”

“Good. Just wanted to be sure.”

“Bitch,” Nadine said with a laugh. “Now about this double homicide, and Reva Ewing.”

“The charges about Ewing are about to be dropped.”

“Dropped.” Nadine all but jumped out of the chair. “Let me get my camera, set up an on-the-spot. Take me less than-”

“Sit down, Nadine.”

“Dallas, Ewing’s huge. The former American hero gone bad and now about to be exonerated? Add in the handsome artist and gorgeous socialite, the sex, the passion.”

“It’s bigger than Ewing, and it’s not about sex and passion.”

Nadine sat again. “What could be bigger than that?”

“I’m going to tell you what you can go on-air with, and what you can’t.”

Nadine’s expression went sharp as a blade. “Wait just a minute.”

“Or I’m going to tell you nothing.”

“You know, Dallas, one of these days you’re going to trust me to know what can go on-air and what can’t.”

“If I didn’t trust you, you and your cookies wouldn’t be here.” She rose as she spoke, and took the sca

“What are you doing with that?”

“Just being anal. But as I was saying,” she continued, when she was satisfied the room was clean, “the fact is, if you hadn’t been sitting here playing with your pretty face when I walked in, I was going to contact you. I’ve got reasons for wanting some of this to go public, Nadine, and they’re not all professional.”

“I’m listening.”

Eve shook her head. “I have to clear every word of the story, and any follow-ups, before you go out with them. I need your word on it. I trust your word, but I have to have it. You have to say it.”

Nadine’s fingers itched for her recorder, but she curled them into her palm. “This must be big. You’ve got my word, on all of it.”

“Bissel and Kade were HSO.”

“You are shitting me.”

“This information comes from an u

“Something this hot from an u

“I’m going to give them to you. No recorder,” she said and dug into her desk drawers until she unearthed a stingy pad of recycled paper and an ancient pencil. “Write it down, and keep it and any transcribed discs from your notes in a secure location until you’re cleared to air.”

Nadine made a few testing squiggles with the pencil. “Let’s see how much of that shorthand my mother made me learn is still in my head. Go.”

It took an hour, then Nadine flew out of the office to lock herself in at Cha

It would explode, Eve knew, even when the initial pieces she cleared hit the airwaves. It deserved to explode. I

It didn’t matter, not when those lives, those i

Eve finished up most of the grunt work she’d once dumped on Peabody. She had to admit, having an aide the last year or so had come in handy.

Not that she’d gotten spoiled, she assured herself.

She could, of course, pull rank, and continue to dump most of the grunt work on Peabody. And really, it was a learning experience. In the long run, she’d be doing Peabody a favor.

She checked the time and decided to close up shop for the day. She could get considerably more work done at home. With the remaining cookies safe in her jacket pocket, she headed out.

She squeezed into an overburdened elevator, which reminded her why she rarely left at change of shifts. Before the door closed, a hand shot through, yanking it open again to a chorus of groans and nasty curses from the occupants.

“Always room for one more.” Detective Baxter elbowed his way on. “You never call, you never write,” he said to Eve.

“If you can leave on the dot of COS, you must not have enough paperwork.”

“I got a trainee.” He flashed his grin. “Trueheart likes paperwork, and it’s good for him.”

Since she’d had the same thoughts about Peabody, it was hard to argue.

“We got a manual strangulation, Upper East Side,” he told her. “Corpse had enough money to choke a herd of wild horses.”

“Do horses come in herds or packs?”

“I don’t know, but I think herds. Anyway, she had a miserable disposition, a mile-wide mean streak, and a dozen heirs who are all glad to see her dead. I’m letting Trueheart act as primary.”

“He ready for it?”

“It’s a good time to find out. I’m staying close. I told him I thought the butler did it, and he just nodded, all serious, and said he’d do a probability. Christ, he’s a sweet kid.”

Cops popped out like corks on every level. There was almost breathable air by the time the elevator reached the garage.

“Heard you had to spring the prime suspect on the double homicide. That’s gotta sting.”

“It only stings if she did it.” She paused by Baxter’s shiny sports car. “How do you afford this ride?”

“It’s not about afford, it’s about the deft juggling of numbers.” He looked over to where her pitiful police issue sat dolefully in its slot. “Me, I wouldn’t be caught driving that heap if I was wearing a toe tag. You’ve got rank enough to pull better.”

“Maintenance and Requisitions both hate me. Besides, it gets me where I’m going.”