Rapture in Death (In Death #4)(91)

Satisfied, Eve tried for Feeney, hit his frequency occupied recording. She had to settle for leaving a request for contact.

The door opened. Reeanna stopped her rush inside when she spotted Eve at her desk. “Oh, Eve. I didn’t expect you quite yet.”

“Time’s part of my problem.”

“I see.” She smiled, let the door shut. “I suppose Roarke cleared you in.”

“I guess he did. Problem?”

“No, no.” Reeanna waved her hand. “I’m distracted, I suppose. William went on endlessly about some glitches he’s concerned about. I left him brooding over his creme brulee.” She flicked a glance toward her humming computer. “The work never stops around here. R and D’s a twenty-four/seven proposition.” She smiled. “Like police work, I imagine. Well, I didn’t take time for brandy. Would you like some?”

“No, thanks. On duty.”

“Coffee then.” Reeanna moved over to a counter, requested a snifter of brandy, a cup of black coffee. “You’ll have to excuse my lack of focus. We’re a little behind schedule today. Roarke needed data on the new VR model, and he wanted it from conception to implementation.”

“That was yours. I didn’t realize that until he mentioned it just now.”

“Oh, William’s mostly. Though I had a small part. Now.” She handed Eve the coffee, then took her brandy around the desk to sit. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m hoping you’ll agree to that consult. The subject is currently in custody, now lawyered, but I don’t think we’ll be blocked there. I need a profile, angling from your particular area of expertise.”

“Genetic branding.” Reeanna tapped her fingers. “Interesting. What are the charges?”

“I’m not free to discuss that until I have your agreement and clear the session with my commander. Once that’s done, I’d like the testing scheduled for seven hundred.”

“Seven a.m.?” Reeanna winced. “Ouch. And here I’m a night owl rather than a lark. You want me up and running at that hour, give me some incentive.” She smiled a little. “I can assume you’ve already had Mira test your subject — and the results weren’t to your liking.”

“Second opinions aren’t unusual.” It was a defensive answer. She felt defensive. And, Eve realized, she felt guilty.

“No, but Dr. Mira’s reports are sterling, and they’re very rarely questioned. You want him badly.”

“I want the truth badly. To find it, I have to separate theory and lies and deceptions.” She pushed off the desk. “Look, I thought you were interested in doing this sort of thing.”

“I am, very. But I like to know what I’m dealing with. I’d need the subject’s brain scan.”

“I’ve got it. In evidence.”

“Really?” Her eyes gleamed, catlike. “It’s also important to have all available data on his biological parents. Are they known?”

“We accessed that data for Dr. Mira’s test. It’ll be available to you.”

Reeanna leaned back, swirling her brandy. “It must be murder.” Her lips twitched at Eve’s expression. “After all, that’s your field. The study of the taking of lives.”

“You could put it that way.”

“How do you put it?”

“The investigation of the takers.”

“Yes, yes, but in order to do so, you study the dead — and death itself. How it happened, what caused it, what transpired in those last moments between the taker and the victim. Fascinating. What kind of personality is required to study death routinely, day after day, year after year, as a vocation? Does it scar you, Eve, or harden you?”

“It pisses you off,” she said shortly. “And I don’t have time to philosophize.”

“Sorry, bad habit.” Reeanna let out a sigh. “William tells me I analyze everything to death.” She smiled. “Not that it’s a crime — that sort of murder. And I am interested in assisting you. Call your commander,” she invited. “I’ll wait and see if clearance is forthcoming. Then we can go over details.”

“I appreciate it.” Eve removed her communicator, turned away, and requested display only. It took longer and was, she felt, less effective. The coding through of information and request. How could you add your instincts, your determination to a display?

But she did her best and waited.

What the hell are you trying to do, Dallas, override Mira?

I want another opinion, Commander. It’s well within procedure. I’m pursuing all angles. If I’m unable to convince the PA to charge Jess with coercion to self-terminate, I don’t want the lesser charges to slide. I need verification of intent to harm.

It was pushing it, and she knew it. Eve waited with a knotted stomach while Whitney mulled over his decision.

Just give me the opening, she thought. He needs his ears pinned back. He needs to pay.

You’re cleared to proceed on my authorization, Lieutenant. This better not be a waste of budget. We both know Mira’s report will weigh heavily.

Understood and appreciated. Dr. Ott’s report will give Barrow’s lawyer a headache, if nothing else. I’m currently working on detailing connection between suspect and victims. Results will be available by nine hundred hours.