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“I'm sorry, we need to speak with both of you.”
“If there's a problem with the hotel-”
“Matt?” A woman opened the bedroom door. She was sleep-tousled and robed, and smiling as she shoved a hand through her short, disordered blonde curls. “Oh, I thought you must've ordered room service. I heard voices.”
“Mrs. Dyson, I'm Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD. This is my partner, Detective Peabody.”
“The police.” Her smile became uncertain as she walked to her husband, hooked an arm through his. “We weren't that loud last night.”
“I'm sorry. There was an incident at the Swishers' early this morning.”
“Keelie and Grant?” Matt Dyson went stiff and straight. “What kind of incident? Is everyone all right? Li
Fast, Eve knew. Like a short-armed punch to the face. “I'm sorry to tell you that your daughter was killed.”
While Je
“Li
“Mrs. Swisher is dead,” Eve said flatly. “Persons unknown entered the residence last night. Mr. and Mrs. Swisher, their housekeeper, their son Coyle, your daughter were murdered. Their daughter Nixie was overlooked, and is now under protective custody.”
“This is a mistake.”
Je
“It was compromised. We're investigating. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm extremely sorry.”
“Not my baby.” It wasn't a cry so much as a wail as Matt Dyson crumbled, as he turned to his wife and collapsed against her. “Not our baby.”
“She's just a little girl.” Je
“I intend to find out. Peabody.”
On cue, Peabody stepped forward. “Why don't we sit down? Can I get you something. Water? Tea?”
“Nothing, nothing.” With her arm still wrapped around her husband, Je
“She's been identified. There's no mistake. I'm sorry I have to intrude at this time, but I need to ask you a few questions. Did you know the Swishers well?”
“We… Oh God, dead?” The barrage of shock had turned skin to paste. “All?”
“You were friends?”
“We were, God, like family. We… Keelie and I shared patients, and we… we all… the girls, the girls are like sisters, and we-Matt.” She encirled him, rocked again. Said his name over and over.
“Can you think of anyone who wished them harm? Who wished anyone in the family harm?”
“No. No. No.”
“Did any of them mention being worried about anything? About being threatened or bothered by someone.”
“No. I can't think. No. Oh God, my baby.”
“Was either of them involved with someone, outside of the marriage?”
“I don't know what you… Oh.” She closed her eyes as her husband continued to weep on her shoulder. “No. They had a good marriage. They loved each other, enjoyed each other. Their children. Coyle. Oh my God. Nixie.”
“She's all right. She's safe.”
“How? How did she get away?”
“She'd gone downstairs for a drink. She wasn't in bed at the time of the murders. I don't believe she was seen.”
“She wasn't in bed,” Je
“She's with the Medical Examiner. I'll arrange for you to be taken to see her, when you're ready.”
“I need to know, but I can't.” She turned her head so her shoulder rested on her husband's as his did on hers. “We need to be alone now.”
Eve dug a card out of her pocket, laid it on the coffee table. “Contact me when you're ready. I'll arrange the rest.”
She walked away from their grief, and she and Peabody rode down to the lobby in silence.
The law offices boasted a comfortable waiting area, divided by theme rather than walls into distinct parts. A child's corner, with a mini comp and a lot of bright toys, flowed into a section designed, Eve imagined, with the older child in mind. Mag vids, puzzles, trendy comp games. Across the room, adults could wait their turn in pastel chairs, and watch vids on parenting, sports, fashion, or gourmet cooking.
The receptionist was young, with a cheerful smile and a shrewd eye. She wore her streaked red and gold hair in what Eve assumed to be a stylish fringe of varying lengths.
“No appointment, but then cops don't usually need one.” She made them as cops before badges were shown, and angled her head. “What's up?”
“We need to speak to Rangle,” Eve said and pulled out her badge for form.
“Dave's not in yet. He in trouble?”
“When do you expect him?”
“He'll swing in any minute. Early bird. We don't open for business until nine.” She made a point to gesture to the clock. “Still nearly an hour shy.”
“That makes you an early bird, too.”
The woman smiled, toothily. “I like coming in early, when it's quiet. I get a lot done.”
“What do you do here?”
“Me, personally? Manage the office, assist. I'm a paralegal. What's up with Dave?”
“We'll wait for him.”
“Suit yourself. He's got an appointment at…” She turned to a data unit, tapped the screen with short, square-shaped nails painted gold like the streaks in her hair. “Nine-thirty. But he likes to get here, line up his ducks beforehand like me. Should be in soon.”
“Fine.” Because she wantedPeabody off her feet, Eve gestured her partner to the chairs, then leaned casually on the reception counter. “And you'd be?”
“Sade Tully.”
“Got an eye for cops, Sade?”
“Mother's on the job.”
“That so? Where?”
“ Trenton. She's a sergeant, city beat. My grandfather, too. And his daddy before him. Me, I broke tradition. Seriously, is Dave in trouble?”
“Not that I know of. Anybody else here, in the office?”
“Dave's assistant isn't due until ten. Health appointment. Receptionist generally clocks in about quarter to nine. Grant Swisher, Dave's partner, should be in pretty soon. Grant's between assistants, so I'm filling in that slot. We got a droid clerk, but I haven't activated it yet today. Law student comes in about noon-after class-today. Well, if you're going to hang, you want coffee?”
“I would. We would,” Eve corrected. “Thanks.”
“No prob.” Sade popped up, walked two steps to an AutoChef. “How you take it?”
“Black for me, sweet and light for my partner.” As she spoke, Eve wandered, gave herself the chance to study the setup. Friendlier than most law offices, she decided. Little touches of hominess in the toys, the cityscape wall art. “How long's your mother been on the job?”
“Eighteen. She freaking loves it, except when she hates it.”
“Yeah, that's the way.”
Eve turned when the outer door opened.
The man who came in was black and trim, in a trendy suit of rusty brown with pencil thin lapels and a flashy striped tie. He carried a jumbo cup of takeout coffee in one hand, and was biting into a loaded bagel.
He made a mmm sound, nodded to Eve and Peabody, winked at Sade. “Minute,” he managed with his mouth full, then swallowed. “Morning.”
“Cops, Dave. Want to talk to you.”
“Sure. Okay. Wa
“We would. Sade, would you join us?”
“Me?” The paralegal blinked, then something came into her eyes. A knowledge of trouble, bad trouble. She might have broken tradition, Eve thought, but she had cop in the blood. “Something happened. Did something happen to Grant?”
No point in going back to an office, Eve decided. “ Peabody, on the door.”