“Get them after. Peabody, find out—discreetly—Joy Barrister’s location. I want to move on her place, but I’d rather she wasn’t there when we do.”
Despite the tie, she turned to Jenkinson. “You and Reineke, on the search with us.”
“I’ll tag along,” Roarke said as he wandered over. “To deal with any e’s as needed.”
“Take the boy here to help with that,” Feeney decided. “The rest of us will monitor for any change in the auction plans. And yeah.” He nodded at Roarke. “Shuttle arrivals.”
“Expect high-level legal team for Barrister.” Reo stepped up. “Likely high-level sleazy for the other two. I’m on tap whenever you want to put them in Interview.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“She’s at work,” Peabody told Eve, “but is about to leave for Barrister House. She plans to stay there for several more days. I said I contacted her, as we didn’t want to disturb the vic’s wife, but wanted any details on the memorial. It’s day after tomorrow, and they’re still working on those details.”
“Good. Perfect. She’s got a crew working on the place, but we candeal with that, if necessary. Let’s get this done. I want to be back here to go over the whole thing again with Abernathy’s team.”
When they arrived at the lovely five-story building that had escaped the ravages of the Urban Wars, lobby security walked over.
Jenkinson grinned. “Hailey, you old bastard. Is this where you ended up?”
“Sure is. Sweet gig. I heard you made DS. They’ll promote anybody these days.”
“This is my lieutenant. Dallas, this is Detective Hailey, retired from the six-three.”
“Loo. How’s it going?”
“Not bad. Detective, we have a search warrant for Joy Barrister’s apartment.”
“Is that so?” His eyes changed, and she saw the cop in them. “I heard her brother got murdered. He was a nice guy. I gotta figure this pertains to that.”
“You don’t appear surprised it would.”
“She’s got a hard shell.”
“Is anybody up there?”
“Like a beehive most days. Cabinet guys were here since about eight, doing the last of the kitchen install. They just left a couple minutes ago. Closet designer types later today. Got kitchen counters coming in, but that’s tomorrow. Place is clear right now, as the other guys went for their lunch break. You can count on about an hour and a half. They take their time.”
“Makes it easy. Maybe you could give us a heads-up if she decides to drop by and review the work.”
“Count on it. I’m going to swipe the elevator for you, take you straight up. She’s got the whole frigging fifth floor.”
“Appreciate it.”
They rode up in an elevator Eve assumed had been refitted and updated, though it maintained the look of old and classy.
They came out on five into what Eve supposed could be called the foyer area, though it stretched across the building from north to south with windows letting the light in on either side.
A trio of tall plants scooped up the light on the south side. A few chairs, a couple of long tables allowed someone to sit, though she couldn’t think why they would.
A huge vase with an Asian pattern stood on one of the tables and held a mass of white flowers and spilling greenery.
“Record on. Lieutenant Dallas. Everybody, state your name for the record.” When they had, she took out her master. “Entering the apartment of Joy Barrister on a search-and-seizure warrant. All records on,” she ordered, and mastered in.
Jenkinson let out a low whistle.
Given the age of the building, she’d obviously had walls taken down to achieve the wide-open living area. More likely, Eve thought, the space had, at one time, been more than one unit.
While currently empty, the floors gleamed in a gray that nearly hit black, and the scent of fresh paint came off the white, white walls.
