In Death 35 - Kindred 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

“What is it?” he barked at her. “Its frigging end of shift for me since you got me in here . . .” He trailed off, paling a little as he scooted to a safe distance on his rolly stool. “Jesus, Dallas, did you just growl?”

“Ill do more than growl. Ill rip out your liver with my bare hands and eat it.” She slapped the two sealed playbills down. “One of these is going to have his prints. I want his goddamn prints and fuck your end of shift.”

“Hey, hey, hey. You used to at least offer me a decent bribe. Not that Id take one, under the circumstances,” he added hurriedly. “Just saying.”

Shoulders hunched, he drew one of the playbills out with tongs, set it on a sterile pad. He ran a scanner over the front, keyed in something on his comp. Blew out a long-suffering breath. “Got smears, and lots of them, some partials, a couple of decents—and thats just the cover of one. Do you know how many people handle this kind of thing? You got the people who put them together, pack em, ship em, unpack em, divvy them up, pass them out.”

“I want every print, and smudge, on both of them—inside and out—analyzed and IDd.”

“Its not a fucking snap. Well do it, well get it done, but its not a fucking snap with this many hands on them.”

“Just get me the prints. Ill do the eliminating.” “Damn right you will.” He pointed at her, stood—or sat—his ground. “We got you what you needed this morning. I worked this myself, and put two of my best on it. We did our job, and well do this one, too. So dont jump down my throat.”

Because she respected his annoyance and pride a lot more than his whining and bullshit, she nodded. “The bastard who killed Deena MacMasters handled one of these. Had to. I dont have a face, I dont have a name. Ive got lines and avenues and angles, but I dont have a single viable suspect. Were going to hit the end of the first forty-eight, and Ive got no suspect.”

“Well get you what you need.”

She stepped back, hands in her pockets. “Two boxed seats, third base side, Yankees, first home game in July.”

He bared his teeth in a smile. “Thats more like it.” What the hell, she thought as she trudged back to her car. Hed have earned it.

She started to head back uptown, toward home, then realized she wasnt all that far, not really, from Louises new place in the West Village. A quick detour, and she could do her duty.

Probably Louise wasnt even home. Probably. And if Charles was, she could just make noises about stopping in on the way home to see if there was anything she could do for Saturday.

Shed be off the hook, and it wouldnt take more than thirty minutes.

Excellent plan. She called up the address, which she couldnt remember, on her in-dash, and began weaving and dodging her way toward the more trendy sector.

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