Vengeance in Death by J. D. Robb Read Free Book Online

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    “Right.” Eve dropped in her chair. “Computer, list name and locations for all Irish restaurants in the city. Hard copy.” She swiveled in her chair. “Contact Tweeser — she was head sweeper on Brennen. Tell her I need something, anything. And have a uniform go over to the Towers and get those security discs. Let’s move.”
    “Moving,” Peabody agreed and headed out.
    An hour later, Eve was pouring over the sweeper’s report. There was little to nothing to study. “Bastard didn’t leave so much as a nose hair to scoop up.” She rubbed her eyes. She needed to go back to the scene, she decided, walk through it, try to visualize it all. All she could see was the blood, the gore, the waste.
    She needed to clear her vision.
    The Biblical quote had come from Proverbs again. She could only assume that the intended victim wanted to be rich. And that, she decided, narrowed it down to every single sinning soul in New York City.
    Revenge was the motive. Money for betrayal? she wondered. Someone connected to Brennen? She called up the lists Roarke had accessed and transmitted, scanned the names of Thomas Brennen’s associates, friends.
    No lovers, she mused. And Roarke would have found any if they’d existed. Thomas Brennen had been a faithful husband, and now his wife was a widow.
    At the sharp rap on her doorjamb, she glanced up, frowned distractedly at the man grinning at her. Mid-twenties, she judged, with a pretty-boy face and a love of fashion.
    He barely topped five-eight even in the neon yellow air boots. He wore denim above them, pants that bagged and a jacket that showed frayed cuffs. His hair was a bright new minted gold that flowed into a waist-length ponytail. He had half a dozen small, glinting gold hoops in his left earlobe.
    “You took a wrong turn, pal. This is Homicide.”
    “And you’d be Dallas.” His bright, eager grin pinched twin dimples into his cheeks. His eyes were a misty green. “I’d be McNab, with EDD.”
    She didn’t groan. She wanted to, but suppressed it into a quiet sigh as she held out a hand. Good Christ was all she could think, as he took it with fingers twinkling with rings. “You’re one of Feeney’s.”
    “Joined his unit six months ago.” He glanced around her dim, cramped office. “You guys in Homicide really got squeezed in the budget cuts. We got closets bigger than this in EDD.”
    He glanced over, then beamed a fresh smile as Peabody stepped up beside him. “Nothing like a woman in uniform.”
    “Peabody, McNab.”
    Peabody took a long, critical study, scanning glints and glitters. “This is the EDD dress code?”
    “It’s Saturday,” McNab said easily. “I got the call at home, thought I’d swing in and see what’s up. And we’re a little loose over at EDD.”
    “Obviously.” Peabody started to squeeze by him, narrowing her eyes when he grinned again.
    “With three of us in there, we’ll be standing in sin. But I’m game.” He shifted enough to let her by, then followed, letting his gaze skim down to judge curves.
    Not bad, thought McNab. Not bad at all.
    When he lifted his gaze and encountered Eve’s stony stare, he cleared his throat. He knew Eve Dallas’s reputation. She didn’t tolerate bullshit. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”
    “I’ve got a homicide, Detective, and I may have another by this time tomorrow. I need a trace on communication. I need a location. I need to find out how the hell this prick is jamming our lines.”
    “Then I’m your man. Calls coming in on this unit?” At Eve’s nod, he moved closer. “Mind if I take your chair, see what I can do?”
    “Go ahead.” She rose, moved aside for him. “Peabody, I’ve got to get over to the morgue this afternoon. Try to head off Mrs. Brennen, get a statement. We’re going to split the restaurant list between us. We’re looking for someone who works and lives on the premises, someone who emigrated into New York, and someone with a possible connection to