In Death 28 - Innocent In Death by J.D. Robb

Author:J.D. Robb [Robb, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

She started toward the stairs, passed Allika, who stood gripping Rayleen‘s hand. Excuse me, Lieutenant?

Eve paused, looked at the child. Yeah? Are you really going to search my room?

We‘re going to search all the rooms, including yours. Wow. Could I—

Rayleen. Straffo‘s voice was quick and sharp. Let the police get on with what they came to do. Still looking more excited than abashed, Rayleen lowered her eyes. Yes, sir.

Eve started with the third floor. There was what she supposed was termed a family room. A couple of long, cushy sofas, double-sized chairs, oversized entertainment screen.

A fireplace, currently cold, was topped by a wide white mantel that held copper urns and a grouping of family pictures in matching copper frames. The family at the shore, Rayleen in school uniform, another of the kid in a pink tutu, the couple in black tie, looking polished and happy.

Sectioned off from the lounge area was a home gym. Nicely equipped, Eve noted, and with a view of the city from a long ribbon of windows.

There was a small second kitchen—minifriggie, miniAutoChef, short counter with a couple of stools. A full bath complete with jet tub and steam shower.

There was no work space.

Still, she searched cabinets, drawers, cushions, took art from the walls to check backings and frames. Looks clear, she said to Peabody. McNab will check the electronics.

Family sanctuary. Pretty juicy one. Peabody took one more scan. They use this place more than the living area downstairs when they‘re going to hang. Watch some screen, play games on the table over by the window. Downstairs is more for entertaining. This is where they get together as a fam.

Yeah, I‘d say. She glanced toward the fireplace again, studied the pictures on the mantel. Let‘s take the second floor.

They separated, with Peabody taking Straffo‘s home office and Eve taking Allika‘s sitting room. She studied the fireplace again, the mantel, the family pictures and portraits.

Interesting, she thought. Then dug into the room.

It was all very female, Eve decided. Mags and discs on fashion and decorating and child rearing. Memo cubes were reminders to send thank-you notes for parties or gifts, to send invites for dinner or cocktails or lunch. Reminders to buy a hostess gift for so and so or an anniversary gift for him and her whoever. The sort of thing the wife of a high-powered and successful man did, she supposed.

The sort of thing she never did.

Who did? she wondered. Did Roarke handle that himself, or Summerset, or Caro? Allika kept separate date books for herself, for her husband, for her kid.

Straffo‘s golf dates, dinner meetings (whether she was needed to attend or not), his salon appointments, doctors‘ appointments, meetings with his tailor, scheduled out-of-town trips. A family trip scheduled for March, which coincided with the kid‘s spring break from school.

She compared it with Allika‘s. Shopping dates, lunch dates, salon dates, dinner with her husband, some with clients or friends, some without.

She noted that neither of them had scheduled appointments during the time frame of either murder.

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