“Get us set up, Peabody.”
“Check it.”
“Get me that warrant, Reo.”
She walked into the bullpen, deliberately turned away before she could so much as glimpse Jenkinson’s tie.
“Unless we’re under attack, I need an hour. Send Mira in whenever she gets here.”
She went in, got coffee. Then she stood at her skinny window and started working in her head on logistics—needed the venue, the security, the blueprints—but the basics she could outline.
And timing.
She took a long drink. Somewhere, likely within the next twelve to eighteen hours, she’d have Magdelana in the box.
She didn’t have the words to express just how much she looked forward to that.
Until then, Eve reminded herself, she needed to put that immense satisfaction aside. Because she needed to get her there first.
And she needed to bring Nathan Barrister’s killer to justice.
She turned back to her board.
“Got a pretty good idea how to do it, all of it. Just need to refine it some.”
Meanwhile.
She added Magdelana’s sketch and her official ID shot to her board.
Stepped back, smiled.
She added James Mulligan, and had a glimmer of satisfaction.
Then she sat at her desk and started refining her pretty good idea.
Chapter Twenty
When Mira came in, wearing a deep green sheath and matching, sort of swingy jacket, Eve asked her to close the door.
“Of course.”
“Take a seat. I have that tea you like.”
“Something tells me I might want coffee for this.”
“Take the desk chair. As you can see from the board, I have names and faces of the prime suspects in the murder, the collusion re the theft, the attempt to kill me.”
Mira’s soft blue eyes did a quick and thorough study. “You weren’t hurt.”
“No.” She handed Mira coffee. “Primarily, I want to discuss the murder. Joy Barrister. We have linked her to a payment to the murder for hire, so we’ve got her there. No reason to try to take me out other than trying to screw with the investigation into her brother’s murder and the theft.”
“No reason to do that unless she was involved.”
“Correct. For immunity, the thief has provided us with considerable information. She did so after she learned Barrister had been killed.”
“And she’s not responsible for his murder. That’s something you believe.”
“Yes, as does Reo. One of the keys? She was scheduled to break in on Saturday, when Aileen Carville would have been out of town. They moved it up to Friday, rescheduling after Nathan Barrister left work ill.”
