Salvation In Death Part 10

"About what Flores did about it?"

Elena straightened her shoulders. "I thank G.o.d for him every day. I say a rosary for him every night. He saved us, when I was too scared and stupid to save us, he did. I know he's with G.o.d now, and still I 'll thank G.o.d for him every day, and say a rosary for him every night."

"Has your husband contacted you from Rikers?"

"He doesn't know where we are. Magda took us to a shelter, one downtown from here. Duchas."

Eve shot Peabody a warning glance as her partner started to speak.

"We stayed there for three weeks. t.i.to took a plea. T en years. I t's not enough, but it's ten years of peace. We've moved, and I have a new job.

When I have enough, we'll move again. Out of the city. Far away. He'll never find us. Father Flores promised."

"Did he? Did he tell you how he could be so sure?"

She sighed. "He said there were ways, if need be, and that there were people who could help if we had to hide. But that I shouldn't worry. He had faith that t.i.to would never trouble us again. I don't have such strong faith."

When they were in the car headed downtown, Peabody cleared her throat. "I wasn't actually going to mention your connection to Duchas back there."

"I t's not my deal. I t's Roarke's."

Hence the connection, Peabody thought. "Well, it's a good thing. I t really helps women and kids in trouble. You were a little hard on her. Elena Solas."

"Really?"

The ice in the single word froze the air, and had Peabody pulling out her PPC. "Anyway, I 'll check with Rikers, see if Solas contacted anyone interesting in the last couple months."

"You do that."

Silence hung, a frosty curtain, for ten blocks. "She deserved it," Eve snapped out. "That and more, for leaving it to her kid to get them out. For taking the slaps and punches and sniffling in the corner while her daughter's getting raped. She deserved it for doing nothing."

"Maybe she did." Dangerous ground, Peabody thought. "But she didn't know ..." She trailed off, slapped back by a single and ferocious look from her partner. "She should have known. I guess that's what she has to live with now.""The kid lives with worse." And that was that. "No way that punching bag had a part in poisoning Lino. This one's going to be a dead end. Contact Marc Tuluz, see if we can get him to come to us."

Eve needed to get back to her office. She needed five minutes alone to get rid of this burning rage in her gut, one she had no right feeling. She needed decent coffee so she could clear her head and take another look at the facts. Realign them.

She needed to check in with EDD and their progress, maybe set up a consult with Mira. No, she decided immediately. The profiler saw too much, too easily. Until that rage was banked, she'd steer clear of Mira. She didn't need someone telling her she was projecting herself on a kid she'd never met. She already knew it.

What she needed was her murder book, her murder board. Lab reports, EDD. What she needed was the job.

They were a good ten feet from the Homicide bullpen when Peabody's nose went up like a hound on the hunt. "I smell doughnuts." When Peabody increased her pace, Eve started to roll her eyes, but then she smelled them, too.

Which meant her men would all be in various stages of sugar highs. And she wasn't.

She saw Baxter first, tall and slick in one of his stylish suits. And a mouthful of chocolate-iced, cream-filled. Then Jenkinson kicked back at his desk, scratching his belly while he shoveled in a cruller. And Carnegie, looking busy on her 'link while breaking tiny pieces off a glazed with rainbow sprinkles.

Peabody pounced on the glossy white bakery box. And her face when she lifted it was a study in grief and disgust. "Gone. Every crumb. You vultures."

"d.a.m.n good doughnuts." Baxter smiled around the last mouthful. "Too bad you missed them."

Eve gave him a sour look. "This has bribe by Nadine all over it."

"She's in your office."

"Does she have more?" Peabody turned to make the rush, and stopped short when Eve slapped a hand on her shoulder.

"Desk. Work. Here."

"Oh. But. Doughnuts."

"Oh. But. Murder." With that, Eve turned and headed into her office to see what her friend, and the city's top on-air reporter and news personality thought was bribe-worthy today.

Nadine Furst, her fashionably sa.s.sy, sun-tipped hair perfectly groomed, sat in the single, saggy visitor's chair in Eve's tiny, unfashionable office.

Her excellent legs were crossed, and the skirt of her suit- the color of arctic ice-showed them off. Her eyes, crafty as a feline's, smiled casually at Eve as she continued to talk animatedly on her mini 'link. She gestured toward Eve's desk, and the second bakery box.

Then she went back to admiring her shoes, the same murderously s.e.xy red as the hint of lace slyly kissing her cleavage. "Yes, I 'll be there. And there. Don't worry. Just make sure I have that research on my desk by two. I have to go, my next appointment's here." She clicked off, tucked the 'link into one of the outside pockets on a bag that looked as though it could swallow Cleveland.

"We had an appointment?"

"We have doughnuts," Nadine responded. She gestured to the murder board. "A lot of buzz on that. Priest poisoned with sacramental wine. I t's good copy. Anything new you want to share?"

"Maybe." Eve flipped open the bakery box, and was immediately a.s.saulted with the scent of fried fat and sugar. "Maybe."

Eve went directly to the AutoChef to program coffee. After the briefest of hesitations, she programmed a second cup for Nadine.

"Thanks. One minute for personal business before we go back to our natural forms. Charles and Louise. Wedding."

"Oh c.r.a.p."

"Oh stop." With a laugh, Nadine lifted the coffee, sipped. "The doctor and the retired licensed companion. I t's completely adorable and desperately romantic and you know it."

Eve only scowled. "I hate adorable and romantic."

"Bull. You're married to Roarke. In any case, I think it's wonderful you're hosting the wedding, and standing up for her. I just wanted to tell you I 'd be happy to help with the shower."

"Louise can take her own shower. She's a big girl."

"Bridal shower."

"Oh c.r.a.p."Nadine fluttered her lashes. "You're just too sentimental for your own good. So. Do you think a big-girl party at your place? You could rent a ballroom -or h.e.l.l, a planet-but Peabody and I thought something more fun and informal at your house."

"Peabody." Eve uttered the word like it was a betrayal.

"We've chatted about it a couple times."

"Why don't you chat about it lots more, then I 'll show up when and where."

Nadine beamed, flicked a hand in the air as if tapping a magic wand. "Presto and perfect. Just what we hoped. Now, next order of business."

Nadine reached in her city-swallowing bag and came out with a disc. "This is it. The book."

"Uh-huh."

"My book, Dallas. Deadly Perfection: The Icove Agenda. Or it will be the book when I turn it in. I want you to read it first."

"Why? I was there, so I already know how it ends."

"Exactly why. You were there, and you stopped it. Risked your life to stop it. I want you to tell me if I went off and where. This is important, Dallas, not just to me. Though, oh boy, it really is. I t's important information. I t's an important story, and it wouldn't be a story, it wouldn't be my story, without you."

"Yeah, yeah, but-"

"Please read it. Please."

Eve couldn't even work up a scowl. "Oh b.a.l.l.s."

"And be honest, be brutal. I 'm a big girl, too. I want it to be right. I want it to matter."

"Okay, okay." Eve took the disc, laid it on her desk. To compensate, she picked up a doughnut. "I 've got work, Nadine. Bye."

"You said 'maybe.'" Nadine gestured back toward the murder board.

She had, and not just because of the doughnuts. Nadine might sink her teeth into a story like a terrier, but she never forgot there were people inside it. And she kept her word. "The NYPSD has confirmed through medical records that the man poisoned in St. Cristobal's was not Miguel Flores, but an as of yet unidentified individual who posed as same."

"Holy s.h.i.t."

"Yeah, that sums it."

"Where's Miguel Flores? What medical records?" Nadine dug her recorder out of her bag. "Do you have any lines on the victim's real ident.i.ty, and is the motive tied to that?"

"Down, girl. Police are pursuing all leads."

"Don't hand me the departmental line, Dallas."

"The departmental line works. We are pursuing all leads. We don't know the whereabouts of Miguel Flores, but are actively pursuing. At this time, we're also pursuing the theory that the victim's real ident.i.ty may have gone to motive."

"So someone recognized him."

"I t's a theory, not a fact in evidence. The victim had some facial surgery, which leads us to believe he had it done to more closely resemble Flores."

"He posed as a priest for five years-close to six, right?"

"Maybe longer. We've got to confirm various details."

"And n.o.body suspected? The other priests he worked with, the people who attended his church?"

"Apparently, he was good at it."

"Why do you think-"

"I 'm not going to tell you what or why I think. You've got what you've got, and with a couple hours' jump on the rest of the media."

"Then I 'd better get it on the air." Nadine rose. "Thanks." She paused at the door while Eve licked sugar off her thumb. "Off the record. Why do you think he posed as a priest all this time?"

"Off the record, he needed a mask and Flores was handy. He was waiting for something or someone and wanted to wait at home."

"Home?""Off the record, yeah, I think he came home."

"I f you confirm that and pa.s.s it on, there're more doughnuts in it for you."

Eve had to laugh. "Beat it."

When Nadine beat it, clicking briskly down the hall on her sky-sc.r.a.per red heels, Eve turned back to the murder board. "Something or someone,"

she murmured. "Must've been pretty d.a.m.n important to you, Lino."

CHAPTER 6

EVE TAGGED FEENEY AT HIS DESK. HER FORMER partner, now captain of the Electronic Detectives Division, sat munching on candied almonds and looking comfortably rumpled.

"Any progress on my ID?"

"I 've got two of my boys on it. McNab and Callendar."

The fact that Callendar had b.r.e.a.s.t.s and no Y chromosome didn't make her any less one of Feeney's boys. "And?"

"They're working on it. I took a quick pa.s.s. I t's d.a.m.n good, and it's dug in deep. I t's not going to take five minutes." His droopy eyes narrowed in his saggy face. "What's that? What have you got?"

"What? Where?"

"Doughnuts?"

"What is this, some new EDD toy? Smell-a-'link?"

"I can see the corner of the box. I know a bakery box when I see one." Feeney shifted right and left as if to get a better angle. "Cookies? Danishes?"

"You hit it the first time."

"So you tag me instead of coming up and sharing?"