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for a polite shake. "I recognized you. You get a lot of play in the media." It
wasn't said with rebuke, but there was a hint of it in the air, nonetheless.
"I'm Captain Roth, from the One twenty-eight. This is Sergeant Clooney out of my
house. He's here as grief counselor."
"Thanks for waiting. Officer Peabody, my aide."
"What is the status of your investigation, Lieutenant?"
"Detective Kohli's body is with the ME and will have priority. My report
will be written and filed subsequent to notification of next of kin."
She paused to avoid shouting over the sudden blast of a maxibus that
pulled to the curb half a block down.
"At this point, Captain Roth, I have a dead police officer who was the
apparent victim of a particularly brutal beating in the early hours of this
morning while he was in a club, after hours. A club where he was employed as a
part-time bartender."
"Robbery?"
"Unlikely."
"Then what is the motive, in your opinion?"
A little seed of resentment planted itself in Eve's gut. It would, she
knew, fester there if she wasn't careful. "I've formed no opinion as to motive
at this stage of my investigation. Captain Roth, do you want to stand on the
street and question me, or would you prefer to read my report when it's filed?"
Roth opened her mouth, then sucked in a breath. "Point taken, Lieutenant.
Detective Kohli worked under me for five years. I'll be straight with you. I
want this investigation handled out of my house."
"I appreciate your feelings in this matter, Captain Roth. I can only
assure you that as long as I'm primary, the investigation into the death of
Detective Kohli will receive my complete focus."
Take off the damn shades, Eve thought. I want to see your eyes. "You can
request the transfer of authority," Eve continued. "But I'll be straight with
you. I won't give it up easy. I stood over him this morning. I saw what was done
to him. You couldn't want his killer any more than I do."
"Captain." Clooney stepped forward, laying a hand lightly on Roth's arm
at the elbow. There were lines fanning out from his pale blue eyes. They made
him look tired and somehow trustworthy. "Lieutenant. Emotions are running pretty
high right now. For all of us. But we've got a job to do here and now."
He glanced up, homing in on a window four stories above. "Whatever we're
feeling doesn't come close to what's going to be felt upstairs."
"You're right. You're right, Art. Let's get this done."
Roth turned to the entrance, bypassed the code with her master.
"Lieutenant?" Clooney hung back. "I know you'll want to question Patsy,
Taj's wife. I have to ask if you could go a little easy just now. I know what
she's about to go through. I lost a son in the line of duty a few months back.
It rips a hole in you."
"I'm not going to kick her while she's down, Clooney." Eve shoved through
the doors, caught herself, turned back. "I didn't know him," she said more
calmly, "but he was murdered, and he was a cop. That's enough for me. Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, okay."
"Christ, I hate this." She followed Roth to the elevator. "How do you do
it?" she asked Clooney. "The counseling thing. How do you stand it?"
"To tell you the truth, they tapped me for it because I have a way with