The car stopped again, and this time rather than deal with the press of bodies and personal aromas, she elbowed her way off to take the glide. “We’ll put what we’ve got together first, run some standards, conference with Baxter and Trueheart. We need a follow-up with Samantha Gannon and a swing by the club.”
“A lot of on-the-ass work.” Peabody could only be grateful. Her shoes were killing her.
“Get us the room,” Eve began as she stepped off the glide. And stopped when she saw Samantha Gannon sitting on a wait bench outside the Homicide division. Beside her, looking camera-ready, and very chatty, was Nadine Furst.
Eve muttered shit under her breath, but there wasn’t much heat in it.
Nadine fluffed back her streaky blond hair and aimed one of her feline smiles in Eve’s direction. “Dallas. Hey, Peabody, look at you! Mag shoes.”
“Thanks.” She was going to burn them, first chance.
“Shouldn’t you be in front of a camera somewhere?” Eve asked.
“There’s more to the job than looking pretty on screen. I’ve just about wrapped an interview with Samantha. A few comments from the primary on the investigation would put a nice cap on the segment.”
“Turn off the recorder, Nadine.”
For form, Nadine sighed before she deactivated her lapel recorder. “She’s so strict,” she said to Samantha. “I really appreciate the time, and I’m very sorry about your friend.”
“Thank you.”
“Dallas, if I could just have one word?”
“Peabody, why don’t you show Ms. Gannon into the lounge. I’ll be right with you.”
Eve waited until they’d moved off, then turned a cool stare toward Nadine.
“Just doing my job.” Nadine lifted her hands, palms out for peace.
“Me too.”
“Gannon’s a hot ticket, Dallas. Her book is this month’s cocktail party game. Everybody’s playing Where Are the Diamonds? You toss murder in and it’s top story, every market. I had vacation plans. Three fun-filled days at the Vineyard, starting tomorrow. I canceled them.”
“You were going to make wine?”
“No. Though I’d planned to drink quite a bit. Martha’s Vineyard, Dallas. I want out of the city, out of this heat. I want a beach and a long cold adult beverage and a parade of tanned and buff male bodies. So I’m hoping you’re going to tell me you’re wrapping this one up in a hurry.”
“I can’t tell you any more than the media liaison would’ve told you. Pursuing all leads, et cetera and so on. That’s it, Nadine. That’s really it.”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that. Well, there’s always a hologram program. I can set it for the Vineyard and spend an hour in fantasyland. I’ll be around,” she added as she walked away.
Gave up too easy, Eve decided.
She thought about that as she headed off to what the cops called the lounge. It was a room set up for breaks and informal meetings. A scatter of tables, even a skinny, sagging sofa, and several vending machines.
She plugged in a couple of credits and ordered a large bottle of water.
You have selected Aquafree, the natural refreshment, in a twelve-ounce bottle. Aquafree is distilled and bottled in the peaceful and pristine mountains of-
“Jesus, cut the commercial and give me the damn water.” She thumped a fist against the machine.
You are in violation of City Code 20613-A. Any tampering with, any vandalism of this vending unit can result in fine and/or imprisonment.
Even as Eve reared back to kick, Peabody was popping up. “Dallas! Don’t! I’ll get it. I’ll get the water. Go sit down.”
“A person ought to be able to get a damn drink of water without the lecture.” She flopped down at the table beside Samantha. “Sorry.”
“No, that’s okay. It’s really irritating, isn’t it, to get the whole list of ingredients, by-products, caloric intake, whatever. Especially when you’re ordering a candy bar or a cupcake.”
“Yes!” Finally, Eve thought, someone who got it.
“She has issues with machines all over the city,” Peabody commented. “Your water, Lieutenant.”
“You pander to them.” Eve opened the bottle, drank long and deep. “I appreciate your coming in, Ms. Gannon. We were going to contact you and arrange to speak with you. You’ve saved us some time.”
“Call me Samantha, or Sam, if that’s okay. I hoped you’d have something to tell me. Shouldn’t I have been talking to the reporter?”
“Free country. Free press.” Eve shrugged. “She’s okay. Are you planning on staying at the hotel for the time being?”
“I-yes. I thought, as soon as you tell me I can-I’d have my house cleaned. There are specialists, I’m told, who deal with… with crime scenes. Cleaning up crime scenes. I don’t want to go back until it’s dealt with. That’s cowardly.”
“It’s not. It’s sensible.” That’s what she looked like today, Eve thought. A very tired, sensible woman. “I can offer you continued police protection for the short term. You may want to consider hiring private security.”
“You don’t think it was just a burglary. You think whoever killed Andrea will come after me.”
“I don’t think there’s any point in taking risks. Beyond that, reporters who aren’t as polite as Nadine are going to scent you out and hassle you.”
“I guess you’re right about that. All right, I’ll look into it. My grandparents are very upset about all this. I played it down as much as I could, but… Hell, you don’t pull anything over on them. If I can tell them I’ve hired a bodyguard and have the police looking out for me, too, it’ll go a long way to keeping everyone settled. I’m letting them think it was about Andrea.”
Her eyes, very bright, very blue, settled levelly on Eve’s. “But I’ve had time to play this all out in my head. A long night’s worth of time, and I don’t think that. You don’t think that.”
“I don’t. Ms. Gannon-Samantha-the woman who was assigned to clean your house has been murdered.”
“I don’t understand. I haven’t hired anyone to clean my house yet.”
“Your regular cleaning service. Maid In New York assigned Tina Cobb over the last several months to your house.”
“She’s dead? Murdered? Like Andrea?”
“Did you know her? Personally?”
Without thinking, Samantha picked up Eve’s bottle of water, drank. “I don’t know what to think. I was just talking about her ten minutes ago, just talking about her with Nadine.”
“You told Nadine about Tina Cobb?”
“I mentioned her. Not by name. Just the cleaning service and how I remembered-just when we were talking, I remembered-that I hadn’t canceled the service for this week.”
No wonder Nadine had given up so easily. She’d already had another line to tug. “Did you know her?”
“Not really. Oh God, I’m sorry,” she said, staring at the bottle of water in her hand. She passed it back to Eve.
“No problem. You didn’t know Tina Cobb?”
“I met her. I mean, she was in my house, cleaning my house,” she added as she rubbed her forehead. “Can I have a minute?”
“Sure.”
Samantha got up, walked around the room once, started around it again.
“Pulling it together,” Peabody murmured. “Calming herself down.”
“Yeah. She’s got spine. Makes it easier from our end.”
After the second circuit, Samantha ordered her own bottle of water, stood patiently until the machine had finished its recital and spat the selection into the slot.
She walked back, opening the bottle as she sat. After one long pull, she nodded at Eve. “Okay. I had to settle down.”
“You need more time, it’s not a problem.”
“No. She always seemed like such a little thing to me. Tina. Young and little, though I guess she wasn’t that much younger or smaller than me. I always wondered how she handled all that heavy cleaning. Usually, I’d hole up in my office when she was there, or schedule outside meetings or errands.”
She stopped, cleared her throat. “I sort of come from money. Not big mountains of it, but nice comfortable hills. We always had household help. But my place here? It’s my first place all my own, and it felt weird having somebody around, even a couple times a month, picking up after me.”
She brushed her hands over her hair. “And that is completely beside the point.”
“Not completely.” Peabody nudged the bottle of water toward Samantha because it seemed she’d forgotten it was there. “It gives us an idea of the dynamics between you.”
“We didn’t have much of one.” She drank again. “I just stayed out of her way. She was very pleasant, very efficient. We might have a brief conversation, but both of us would usually just get to work. Is it because she was in my house? Is she dead because she was in my house?”
“We’re looking into that,” Eve said. “You told us in your earlier statement that the cleaning service had your access and security codes.”
“Yes. They’re bonded. They have a top-level reputation. Their employees all go through intense screening. Actually, it’s a little scary and nothing I’d want to go through. But for someone like me, who can’t always be at home to let a cleaning service into the house, it was ideal. She knew how to get in,” Samantha stated. “Someone killed her because she knew how to get in.”
“I believe that’s true. Did she ever mention a friend-a boyfriend?”
“No. We didn’t talk about personal matters. We were polite and easy with each other but not personal.”
“Did she ever bring anyone with her? To help her with her work?”
“No. I have a team every three months. The company sets that up. Otherwise, it was just one maid, twice a month. I live alone, and I have what my mother says is my grandmother’s obsession with order. I don’t need more help than that, domestically.”
“You never noticed, when she came or went, if anyone dropped her off, picked her up?”
“No. I think she took the bus. Once she was late, and she apologized and said her bus got caught in a jam. You haven’t told me how she was killed. Was it like Andrea?”
“No.”
“But you still think it’s a connection. It’s too much of a coincidence not to be.”
“We’re looking carefully at the connection.”
“I always wanted to write this book. Always. I’d beg my grandparents to tell me the story, again and again. Until I could play it backward in my mind. I loved picturing how my grandparents met, seeing them sitting at her kitchen table with a pool of diamonds. And how they’d won. It was so satisfying for me to know they’d beaten the odds and won. Lived their lives as they chose to live. That’s a real victory, don’t you think, living as you choose to live?”
“Yeah.” She thought of her badge. She thought of Roarke’s empire. “It is.”
“The villain of the piece, I suppose you could call him, Alex Crew, he killed. He killed for those shiny stones and, I think, because he could. As much because he could as for the diamonds. He would have killed my grandmother if she hadn’t been strong enough, smart enough to best him. That’s always been a matter of pride for me, and I wanted to tell that story. Now I have, and two people I know are dead.”
“You’re not responsible for that.”
