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“Don’t I? He’s stood behindme to stand behind hi personal, Feeney” She shook off his hand “Let’s take a rain check on the drinks I’ sociable”
At a loss, Feeney dumped his hands in his pockets Eve strode off in one direction, the commander remained behind closed doors in the other Feeney stood unhappily between them
Eve supervised the search of Marco Angelini’s brownstone personally She wasn’t needed there The sweepers knew their job, and their equipet allowed Still, she sprayed her hands, coated her boots, andthat would tie up the case, or, thinking of Whitney’s face, break it
Marco Angelini reht as owner of the property, and as the father of the prime suspect Eve blocked out his presence, the cold azure eyes that followed her ard look to his face, the quick muscle twitch in his jaw
One of the sweepers did a thorough check of David’s wardrobe with a porta-sensor, looking for bloodstains While he worked, Eve meticulously searched the rest of the room
“Coulda ditched the weapon,” the sweeper commented He was an old, buck-toothed vet nicknamed Beaver He traced the sensor, the arm of it wrapped over his left shoulder, down a thousand-dollar sport coat
“He used the sa more to herself than Beaver “The lab confirms it Why would he ditch it now?”
“Maybe he was done” The sensor switched from its muted hum to a quick beep “Just a little salad oil,” Beaver announced “Extra virgin olive Spotted his pretty tie Maybe he was done,” Beaver said again
He admired detectives, had once had aet was as a field tech But he read every detective story available on disc
“See, three’s like a ic number An ilasses as the treated lenses picked up ato the theuy, see, he fixes on three women, women he knows, sees all the time on the screen Maybe he’s hot for them”
“The first victim was his mother”
“Hey” Beaver paused long enough to swivel a look toward Eve “You never heard of Oedipus? That Greek guy, you know, had the hots for his mama Anyhow, he does the three, then ditches the weapon and the clothes he earing when he did theh clothes for six people, anyway”
Frowning, Eve walked over to the spacious closet, scanned the automatic racks, the motorized shelves “He doesn’t even live here”
“Dude’s rich, right?” To Beaver that explained everything “He’s got a couple suits in here ain’t never been worn Shoes, too” He reached down, picked up one of a pair of leather half boots, turned the, see?” He skimmed the sensor over the unscuffed bottom “No dirt, no dust, no sidewalk scrapes, no fibers”
“That only et me some blood”