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"Yes, sir."
"Let's turn him over."
The shattered bones shifted like a sack of broken crockery as Eve turned
the body. "Goddamn it. Oh, goddamn it."
She reached down to lift the smeared ID from the cool, congealing pool of
blood. With her sealed thumb, she wiped at the photo and the shield. "He was on
the job."
"He was a cop?" Peabody stepped forward. She heard the sudden silence.
The crime scene team and the sweepers working on the other side of the bar
stopped talking. Stopped moving.
A half dozen faces turned. Waited.
"Kohli, Detective Taj." Eve's face was grim as she got to her feet. "He
was one of us."
-=O=-***-=O=-
Peabody crossed the littered floor to where Eve stood watching the
remains of Detective Taj Kohli being bagged for transferal to the morgue. "I got
his basics, Dallas. He's out of the One twenty-eight, assigned to Illegals. Been
on the job for eight years. Came out of the military. He was thirty-seven.
Married. Two kids."
"Anything pop on his record?"
"No, sir. It's clean."
"Let's find out if he was working undercover here or just moonlighting.
Elliott? I want those security discs."
"There aren't any." One of the crime scene team hurried over. His face
was folded into angry lines. "Cleaned out. Every one of them. The place had full
scope, and this son of a bitch snagged every one. We got nothing."
"Covered his tracks." With her hands on her hips, Eve turned a circle.
The club was triple-leveled, with a stage on the main, dance floors on one and
two. Privacy rooms ringed the top. For full scope, she estimated it would need a
dozen cameras, probably more. To snag all the record discs would have taken time
and care.
"He knew the place," she decided. "Or he's a fucking security whiz.
Window dressing," she muttered. "All this destruction's just window dressing. He
knew what he was doing. He had control. Peabody, find out who owns the place,
who runs it. I want to know everybody who works here. I want to know the setup."
"Lieutenant?" A harassed-looking sweeper trudged through the chaos.
"There's a civilian outside."
"There are a lot of civilians outside. Let's keep them there."
"Yes, sir, but this one insists on speaking to you. He says this is his
place. And, ah ..."
" 'And, ah' what?"
"And that you're his wife."
"Roarke Entertainment," Peabody announced as she read off the data from
her palm PC. She sent Eve a cautious smile. "Guess who owns Purgatory?"
"I should've figured it." Resigned, Eve strode to the entrance door.
-=O=-***-=O=-
He looked very much as he'd looked two hours before when they'd parted
ways to go about their individual business. Sleek and gorgeous. The light
topcoat he wore over his dark suit fluttered a bit in the breeze. The same
breeze that tugged at the mane of black hair that framed his poetically sinful