Holiday in Death (In Death #7)(13)

“I’m sure I can check on that for you.” His eyes, a trendy gold, shifted right, then left. “Lieutenant, would you mind putting your identification away, and perhaps, uh, buttoning your jacket over your weapon. I believe our customers would be more at ease.”

Saying nothing, Eve jammed her shield back in her pocket, then hitched her jacket over her side arm.

“Hawley,” he said, obviously relieved. “Would you know if her transactions were made with cash, credit, or store accounts?”

“Credits. She bought two men’s shirts — one silk, one cotton — a cashmere sweater and jacket.”

“Yes.” He stopped running the scan on his register. “I remember. I waited on her myself. An attractive brunette of about thirty. She was selecting gifts for her partner. Ah…” He closed his eyes. “Shirts in fifteen and a half, thirty-one-inch sleeves. Sweater and jacket, forty-two chest.”

“Good memory,” Eve commented.

“It’s my job,” he said, opening his eyes to smile. “Remembering customers, their tastes and needs. Ms. Hawley had excellent taste, and the foresight to bring along a wallet hologram of her young man so that we could program a color chart for him.”

“Did she deal with anyone but you?”

“Not in this department. I gave her my full time and attention.”

“You have her address on record?”

“Yes, of course. As I recall I offered to have her purchases sent, but she said she wanted to take them with her. She laughed and said that it added to the fun. She enjoyed her shopping experience very much.” His eyes clouded. “Does she have a complaint?”

“No.” Eve looked him in the eye and knew in her gut she was wasting her time. “She isn’t complaining. Did you notice anyone hanging around while she was shopping, talking to her, watching her?”

“No. We were quite busy, though. Oh, I hope she wasn’t accosted in the parking area. We’ve had a number of incidents in the last few weeks. I don’t know what’s wrong with people. It’s Christmas.”

“Um-hm. You sell Santa suits?”

“Santa suits?” He blinked. “Yes, that would be in Seasonals and Novelties, sixth floor.”

“Thanks. Peabody, check it out,” Eve ordered as she turned away. “Get names and locations for anyone buying or renting a suit in the last month. I’m going down to Jewelry, see if anyone can make the hairpin. Meet me there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Knowing her aide, Eve laid a warning hand on her arm. “In fifteen minutes. Any longer, and I bust you down to mall guard.”

Peabody moved her shoulders as Eve strode off. “She’s so strict.”

Having to elbow her way to a spot at the counter on the third floor didn’t improve Eve’s mood. Beneath the glass was an ocean of sparkling body accessories, from earrings to nipple rings. Gold, silver, colored stones, elaborate shapes, varying textures all vied for attention under the glass.

Roarke was always buying her things to drape around her neck, pin to her ears. She didn’t get it. Absently she fingered the diamond under her shirt. But he seemed to enjoy seeing her wear the things he chose for her.

Because she was running out of patience, and being roundly ignored by the staff manning the counter, she simply leaned over and snagged a clerk by the collar.

“Madam.” Outraged, the clerk scorched her with a hot blue scowl.

“Lieutenant,” she corrected, pulling out her shield with her free hand. “Got a minute for me now?”

“Of course.” He eased back, straightened his needle-thin silver tie. “What can I do for you?”.

“Do you sell anything like this?” She opened her bag and took out the sealed pin.

“I don’t believe that’s one of ours.” He stooped until his gaze was level with the pin. “Very nice work. Festive.” He leaned back. “We won’t be able to take this as a return unless you have a receipt. I don’t recognize it as being of our stock.”

“I’m not looking to return it. Got any ideas where it might have come from?”

“I’d suggest a specialty shop. The craftsmanship appears to be quite fine. There are six jewelers in the mall. Perhaps one of them will recognize it.”

“Great.” She dropped it back in her bag and blew out a breath.

“Is there something else I can do for you?”

Eve shifted her feet and scanned the display under her nose. A set of three chained ropes with clashing colored stones the size of her thumb caught her eye. It was ridiculously flashy, edging toward tacky. And just screamed Mavis.

“That,” she said and pointed.

“Ah, you’d like to see the Heathen Neck Ornament. Very unique, very — “

“I don’t want to see it. I’ll take it. Just wrap it up, and make it fast.”

“I see.” Training kept him from goggling. “And how would you like to pay for that?”

Peabody marched up just as Eve was accepting the festive red and silver bag. “You shopped,” she said accusingly.

“No, I bought. There’s a difference. The pin didn’t come from here. The guy seemed to know his stuff and was pretty definite. I don’t want to waste any more time here.”