Rapture in Death (In Death #4)(10)

She was thrilled to be back.

The cops in her unit had arranged for a message to await her. Since it was blinking slyly on her monitor when she walked in, she figured she had her old pal Feeney, the electronics whiz, to thank for bypassing her code.

WELCOME BACK, LIEUTENANT LOVEJOY

Hubba-hubba

Hubba-hubba? She snorted out a laugh. Sophomoric humor, maybe, but it made her feel at home.

She glanced over the mess on her desk. She hadn’t had time to clear anything up between the unexpected closing of a case during her bachelor party and her wedding day. But she noted the neatly sealed disc, competently labeled, sitting atop her stack of old work.

That would be Peabody’s doing, Eve concluded. Sliding the disc into her desk unit, she cursed once and slapped the drive to cure the razzing hiccups it emitted, and saw that the ever-reliable Peabody had indeed written the arrest report, filed it, and logged it.

It couldn’t, Eve mused, have been easy on her. Not when she’d been sharing a bed with the accused.

Eve glanced at the old work again, grimaced. She could see she had court dates stuffed and layered together over the next few days. The schedule juggling she’d had to do to accommodate Roarke’s demand for three weeks away had had a price. It was time to pay up.

Well, he’d done plenty of juggling as well, she reminded herself. And now it was back to work and reality. Rather than review the cases she would soon give testimony for, she bumped up her ‘link and put out a search for Officer Peabody.

The familiar, serious face with its dark helmet of hair fizzed onto her monitor. “Sir. Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Peabody. My office, please. ASAP.”

Without waiting for a reply, Eve switched off the unit and smiled to herself. She’d seen to it that Peabody had been transferred to the homicide division. Now she intended to take it a bit further. She engaged the ‘link again.

“Lieutenant Dallas. Is the commander free?”

“Lieutenant.” The commander’s secretary beamed at her. “How was your honeymoon?”

“It was very nice.” She felt a quick flush of heat at the gleam in the woman’s eye. Hubba-hubba had amused her. This dreamy look made her want to squirm. “Thank you.”

“You were a lovely bride, Lieutenant. I saw the pictures and there were several news runs on the event and the gossip channels were full of it. We saw clips of you in Paris, too. It looked so romantic.”

“Yeah.” The price of fame, Eve thought. And Roarke. “It was… nice. Ah, the commander?”

“Oh, of course. One moment please.”

As the unit buzzed, Eve rolled her eyes. She could accept being in the spotlight, but she was never going to enjoy it.

“Dallas.” Commander Whitney’s grin was an acre wide, and he had an odd look on his hard, dark face. “You look… well.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You enjoyed your honeymoon?”

Christ, she thought, when was someone going to ask if she’d enjoyed being f**ked around the world and into outer space? “Yes, sir. Thank you. I assume you’ve already read Officer Peabody’s report on the closing of the Pandora case.”

“Yes, very complete. The PA is going for the maximum on Casto. You ran a close one there, Lieutenant.”

She was very well aware how close she’d come to not only missing her wedding day, but the rest of her life. “It stings when it’s another cop,” she said. “I was rushed, sir, and only had time to give you my recommendation for Peabody’s transferral, permanently, to my unit. Her assistance, in this matter and others, has been invaluable.”

“She’s a good cop,” Whitney agreed.

“I agree. I have a request, Commander.”

Five minutes later, when Peabody stepped into her crammed office, Eve was tipped back in her chair, scanning the data on her monitor. “I’ve got court in an hour,” Eve said without preliminary. “On the Salvatori case. What do you know about that, Peabody?”

“Vito Salvatori is being tried for multiple murder, with the added circumstance of torture. He is an alleged distributor of illegal substances and stands accused of the murder of three other known dealers of Zeus and TRL. The victims were burned alive in a small rooming house on the Lower East Side last winter — after their eyes and tongues were cut out. You were primary.”

Peabody recited the data matter-of-factly while she stood at attention in her shipshape uniform.

“Very good, Officer. Did you read my arrest report on the case?”

“Yes, Lieutenant, I did.”

Eve nodded. An airbus boomed by the window, spewing noise and displacing air. “Then you know that before I restrained Salvatori, I broke his left arm at the elbow, his jaw, and relieved him of several teeth. His lawyers are going to try to fry me for excessive force.”

“They’ll have a rough time of that, sir, as he was trying to burn down the building around you when you cornered him. If you hadn’t restrained him in whatever manner was possible, he’d have been fried. So to speak.”

“Okay, Peabody. I’ve got this and several others to go over before the week’s up. I need all the cases on my court schedule downloaded and condensed. You can meet me with the requested data in thirty minutes, east exit.”

“Sir. I’m on assignment. Detective Crouch has me chasing down vehicle registrations.” Only the faintest sneer in her voice indicated Peabody’s feeling about Crouch and the garbage assignment.