“Why is it one arm? You need both to be long, or at least the same length.”
“It only takes one to grab some asshole doing the crime. Then you don’t need long to cuff ’em.”
“You know what would be frosty?” Peabody held out her arms. “If cops could stretch their arms like Mr. Fantastic.”
“Who the hell is that?”
“The Fantastic Four, Dallas. Superheroes. But what would be even more iced? Having invisible capabilities. Like right now, Baxter and Trueheart could literally be invisible. Then they could stand right outside the penthouse door, follow Ebersole out, down to the car.”
“I’d rather have super speed. The older you get,” Feeney told them, “the more you appreciate super speed.”
“Like the Flash. He’s not one of the Fantastic Four,” Peabody explained.
“I’ll make a note of that.” Eve got out of the elevator.
“I’d be Wonder Woman.” Reo shrugged when Eve gave her a baffled look.
“She has an invisible plane,” Peabody pointed out.
“I wouldn’t care about that. I’d want the Lasso of Truth. And the outfit. And the body to rock that outfit. But the lasso would be priority.”
Reo settled in the back with Feeney. “I don’t get to go on busts with the long arms of the law often enough. But if I did, I’d bring my lasso.”
“Feeney.”
“I’ve got him, Dallas. He’s in the penthouse. Tracker’s moving around a lot, but in that area. He’s inside. I might shoot for the web-slinger.”
“Oh, Spider-Man!” In the front, Peabody shifted, looked back at Feeney. “I had a serious crush on Peter Parker when I was a little girl. And now, come to think, I’ve got my own sort of Peter Parker. I might try for Black Widow. The outfit and body again. No superpowers, but a totally mag ass-kicker.”
“Wouldn’t you have to kill Peter Parker first to make widow?” The minute she asked, Eve ass-kicked herself for letting them suck her in.
“She’s not that kind of widow. It’s a code name, like the poisonousspider. You should probably take her, Dallas, you’d fit. I could go with the Scarlet Witch.”
“That one’s got some issues,” Feeney reminded her.
“Yeah, but I’d overcome them. I’d make a totally extra Scarlet Witch.”
“Now that that’s settled, maybe we can all focus on stopping the evil villain and his mommy from escaping to Planet Zero. Peabody, keep tabs on the court-ordered tracker. I suggest using technology rather than your imaginary superpowers.”
“I’ve got him.”
“Wallet tracker’s still moving around,” Feeney added.
“So’s the original.”
Eve pulled into a loading zone a block from the apartment building. “Baxter, Officer Carmichael, we’re in position. McNab?”
“Still four heat sources.”
“Okay, okay, wallet tracker’s holding steady now.”
“So’s the original. Like he’s maybe sitting down or at least standing still.”
“Sitting,” McNab said. “Looks like sitting from here. One source beside him, very close. One across from him. One… looking on, I’d say.”
“They’re starting work on the tracker,” Eve muttered. “Roarke said it would be slow, tedious work to do it right, to keep it going and remove it, undamaged, at the same time.” She flicked a glance in the rearview at Feeney. “Estimate thirty to forty minutes.”
“For Roarke?” Feeney smirked, just a little.
