“One.”
“Want me to go set things up?”
“Do that. Peabody, with Jenkinson. Baxter, get me everything on the Harper Group. Find me J.H.—going to be a family member, younger son, New York resident.”
“Actually,” Roarke began.
“Never mind. Looks like our civilian’s got that.”
McNab pranced in a step ahead of Feeney. “Address in Tribeca, fits solid. Harper Group owned. The cap closed it up.”
Feeney shrugged. “Wife’s got a girl thing going tonight. Figured I’d hang and help the boy out.”
“I want a name. I want a face. Roarke.”
“Jonathan Harper—”
“Ebersole! Bam!” It was Yancy’s turn to punch a fist in the air. “Nice work, Carter.”
Looking a little dazed, Carter scanned the bullpen. “Does it always work like this?”
“Tonight it does,” Eve told him. “Thank you very much for your help.”
“Sure.” He shook Eve’s hand. “Can you let us know when you’ve arrested him? Man, I almost wish I could go with you and see it.”
“Yes to the first, no to the second. Do you need transportation?”
“I’ll get you a car, Carter.”
He turned to Roarke. “Thanks. It’s been a hell of a day.”
Eve counted on it being a hell of a night.
Chapter Eighteen
When Roarke stepped out with Carter, Eve turned to Feeney. “I could use the van and McNab. We need to verify he’s inside, and it may be necessary to shut down security and locks.”
“You can have the boy. I’ll take the wheel and tag along. Sheila’s going to make a night of it.”
“Fine with me. The rest of you are dismissed. Good work.”
“Hey now,” Baxter said. “We do good work and get tossed before the takedown? Come on, Dallas.”
“He’s one spoiled coward of an asshole. I don’t need a squad to take him down.”
“Seems like we’re being punished,” Carmichael put in. “Me and my hat-wearing partner dug pretty deep.”
“Takedowns, they’re the icing,” Reineke added.
“I talked about silk and straw hats with a French lady.” Trueheart added his earnest smile.
“You want to ride along? Ride along. Anyone else gets dead, the first up are out.”
“She’s a stern boss, but a fair one,” Baxter concluded.
“Take ten, then conference room one.”
She walked out, met Roarke in the corridor. “Tell me about Ebersole.”
