Three in Death by J. D. Robb

Author:J. D. Robb
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781410416490
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2006-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Eve headed to the lab from Mira’s. From there she planned a stop by the morgue and another at Carl Neissan’s before returning to her home office.

Remembering Mira’s concern about family, Eve called Roarke on her palm ’link after she parked and started into the building.

“Why are you alone?” was the first thing he said to her.

“Cut it out.” She flashed her badge at security, then headed across the lobby and down toward the labs. “I’m in a secured facility, surrounded by rent-a-cops, monitors, and lab dorks. I’ve got a job to do. Let me do it.”

“He’s gotten three out of six.”

She stopped, rolled her eyes. “Oh, I get it. Shows what kind of faith you have in me. I guess being a cop for ten years makes me as easy a fish as a seventy-year-old judge and a couple of soft lawyers.”

“You annoy me, Eve.”

“Why? Because I’m right?”

“Yes. And snotty about it.” But his smile warmed a little. “Why did you call?”

“So I could be snotty. I’m at the lab, about to tackle Dickhead. I’ve got a few stops to make after this. I’ll check in.”

It was a casual way to let him know she understood he worried. And he accepted, in the same tone. “I’ve several ’link conferences this afternoon. Call in on the private line. Watch your back, Lieutenant. I’m very fond of it.”

Satisfied, she swung into the lab. Dickie, the chief tech, was there, looking sleepy-eyed and pale as he stared at the readout on his monitor.

The last time she’d been in the lab, there’d been a hell of a party going on. Now those who’d bothered to come in worked sluggishly and looked worse.

“I need reports, Dickie. Wainger and Ring.”

“Jesus, Dallas.” He looked up mournfully, hunching his shoulders. “Don’t you ever stay home?”

Since he looked ill, she gave him a little leeway. Silently she opened her jacket, tapped the silver star pinned to her shirt. “I’m the law,” she said soberly. “The law has no home.”

It made him grin a little, then he moaned. “Man, I got the mother of all Christmas hangovers.”

“Mix yourself up a potion, Dickie, and get over it. Dave’s got number three.”

“Dave who?”

“Palmer, David Palmer.” She resisted letting out her impatience by cuffing him on the side of the head. But she imagined doing it. “Did you read the damn directive?”

“I’ve only been here twenty minutes. Jesus.” He rolled his shoulders, rubbed his face, drew in three sharp nasal breaths. “Palmer? That freak’s caged.”

“Not anymore. He skipped and he’s back in New York. Wainger and Ring are his.”

“Shit. Damn shit.” He didn’t look any less ill, but his eyes were alert now. “Fucking Christmas week and we get the world’s biggest psycho-freak.”

“Yeah, and Happy New Year, too. I need the results, on the rope, on the paper. I want to know what he used to carve the letters. You get any hair or fiber from the sweepers?”

“No, wait, just wait a damn minute.” He scooted his rolling chair down the counter, barked orders at a computer, muttering as he scanned the data.

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