“How about some solid probable cause?”
“They moved up the break-in. Aileen Carville was due to leave for a weekend girls’ trip at some spa with a couple of friends. They planned to go in on Saturday when she was gone, pretty much do what was done. But Nathan gets sick—and his wife would’ve canceled her plans. Move it up a night, when they’re not sharing a bed.”
“Solid speculation, but—”
“She paid an assassin to kill Eve,” Roarke said it mildly as he worked. “I have the particulars on that. It seems that’s enough to hang a warrant on.”
“Give me those particulars and it’s done.”
“I’m betting she got the contact for the asshole who tried to stick me from Magdelana. I prove that? It puts Joy Barrister in for the hire, and Magdelana in for conspiracy to murder a police office.”
“That is correct.”
“I’m willing to use that as a lever, deal with them on it if—”
“The hell you say.” Roarke snapped it out. “You bloody well won’t.”
“Neither of them are going to see the outside again, so—”
“No, bollocks to that.”
“I find myself in agreement with the bollocks,” Reo said, and Peabody chimed in.
“Add me to that. You could maybe deal with the fact a man died—their hire—in the commission of a felony, which they conspired to set up. So they don’t do another twenty-five to life on that one.
“Anyway,” she said before Eve could speak. “We’ve got the conference room, all are so informed. And Mira can actually give you that ten in about fifteen minutes, and will come to you.”
“Good. Excellent fast work, Peabody.” Eve pulled into Central’s garage. “And a solid take on the rest. I can work with that.”
She got out, moved fast again toward the elevator. “I can set you up with a desk, Reo.”
“I have my spots.”
“Peabody, set up the basics in the conference room. Roarke—”
“I’m for EDD, yes.”
When the doors opened, she let out a huff of breath. “I know you can do it, and we’re going to look the other way so you can do it. I don’t want this damn elevator stopping on every floor.”
Reo didn’t bother to look away when Roarke swiped a card and the car started its upward climb.
“That’s really handy. I end up taking the stairs and the glides about half the time. I’ll be in the briefing,” she told Eve. “And you’ll have your search-and-seizure warrant shortly.”
“Counting on it.” When the elevator opened, she turned to Roarke. “Location, time.”
“You’ll have them. New York, likely somewhere on Long Island, and tonight.”
“What?”
“A few more layers cleaned off on the drive downtown. We’ll have exact before long, but plan around that.”
She held the door open. “Tonight?”
“Tonight, yes. Give us that hour. I think we may have a great deal more to add to your briefing.”
“Why didn’t you— Never mind. Go.”
She stepped out, let the doors close.
