Page 69 of Fury In Death

“Go home.”

“What? No, no, a couple hours. And I made a whole bunch of lasagna I just have to program up later. I was figuring on it for tomorrow night, but they’re early. Woo!

“I just have to text her back, let Mavis know. Wait! We should have a cookout, nice and easy, and the lasagna tomorrow. If Mavis and Leonardo are chill with that.”

“Peabody.”

“I’ll be totally focused when we do the interview. Swear it. But I need to be excited now.”

“You can go home and be excited.”

Peabody’s stubborn look fell over her face. “I can be excited, do my job, then be even more excited when I get home.”

“Okay, fine. But don’t squeal like that again.”

“I’m still squealing, but inside, where only I can hear.”

It surprised Eve that Peabody’s smile didn’t break her face.

“Keep it that way.”

Eve drove out of the garage and headed across town. “Roarke screens thoroughly, and she’s been one of his for a while. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know where her brother is.”

“She may know where he is, but not what he’s doing.”

“Then it’s time for her to find out. He fits. Every angle points to him. Family, his loss, the specific targets, the timing of his loss with the big money layout. Shit, John Dearling might be another. I’ll put Roarke on his financials tonight.”

“You think he might be a target?”

“Maybe.” She paused at a light, considered. “And if he is, and he’s as smart as the rest, he knows it by now. We might convince him to talk.”

Two colleagues dead, Eve thought. Yeah, that might prime a man to babble some. They’d interview the sister, hopefully get a lead on Redman, then start a push on John Dearling.

She’d rather hold that until she’d done a thorough run, including those financials. But he might not live that long.

“Dearling’s assistant says he’s out of the country—in the Sudan on a project. Not due back until next week.”

“Buys him some time.”

“Unless Redman takes this global.”

“No, no. New York. He’s in New York and hasn’t finished with it.”

She glanced at the rosy brick townhouse, nicely placed near a park. And started hunting for parking.

“Exceptional public trans, but half of everybody wants a vehicle.”

“I think about getting one, especially since we could actually keep one at the house. Then I could say: ‘Hey, McNab, how about we zip upstate to a romantic B and B next weekend?’ Except one of us ends up working part of a weekend about half the time. But still, it could happen.”

“So you take a train.”

“That’s not as impulsive or romantic.”

Eve grabbed a slot in the next block. “It’s also faster, and cheaper than maintenance and vehicular insurance.”

“All true, and I remain vehicle-free.” She said it cheerfully, which told Eve she was still squealing inside. “But there’s something to be said for cruising along in your own ride.”

“There’s a lot to be said about parking in New York. None of it good.”