"Robb, J D - In Death 01 - Naked In Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robb J D)

"Who called it in?"

"I don't have that information."

He stayed where he was when the elevator opened. Eve stepped out and was alone
in a narrow hallway. Security cameras tilted down at her and her feet were
almost soundless on the worn nap of the carpet as she approached 1803. Ignoring
the handplate, she announced herself, holding her badge up to eye level for the
peep cam until the door opened.

"Dallas."

"Feeney." She smiled, pleased to see a familiar face. Ryan Feeney was an old
friend and former partner who'd traded the street for a desk and a top level
position in the Electronics Detection Division. "So, they're sending computer
pluckers these days."

"They wanted brass, and the best." His lips curved in his wide, rumpled face,
but his eyes remained sober. He was a small, stubby man with small, stubby hands
and rust-colored hair. "You look beat."

"Rough night."

"So I heard." He offered her one of the sugared nuts from the bag he habitually
carried, studying her, and measuring if she was up to what was waiting in the
bedroom beyond.

She was young for her rank, barely thirty, with wide brown eyes that had never
had a chance to be naive. Her doe-brown hair was cropped short, for convenience
rather than style, but suited her triangular face with its razor-edge cheekbones
and slight dent in the chin.

She was tall, rangy, with a tendency to look thin, but Feeney knew there were
solid muscles beneath the leather jacket. More, there was a brain, and a heart.

"This one's going to be touchy, Dallas."

"I picked that up already. Who's the victim?"

"Sharon DeBlass, granddaughter of Senator DeBlass."

Neither meant anything to her. "Politics isn't my forte, Feeney."

"The gentleman from Virginia, extreme right, old money. The granddaughter took a
sharp left a few years back, moved to New York, and became a licensed
companion."

"She was a hooker." Dallas glanced around the apartment. It was furnished in
obsessive modern -- glass and thin chrome, signed holograms on the walls,
recessed bar in bold red. The wide mood screen behind the bar bled with mixing