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week."
McNab jingled credit chips in his pocket. "And we knew her when, right?"
He was stalling, Eve thought, and she was letting him. "I think Roarke's
planning a party or something once she gets back."
"Yeah? Great." Then he perked up at the unmistakable sound of police-issue shoes
slapping worn linoleum. McNab had his hands in his pockets and a look of sheer
disinterest on his face when Peabody came through the door.
"NJPSD came through with -- " She broke off, scowled. "What do you want, McNab?"
"Multiple orgasms, but you guys copped that one out of the goodie bag."
A laugh tried to bubble into her throat, but Peabody controlled it. "The
lieutenant doesn't have time for your pitiful jokes."
"Actually, the lieutenant kind of liked that one," Eve said, then rolled her
eyes when Peabody glared at her. "Take off, McNab, play period's over."
"Just thought you'd be interested," he continued, "that in running the 'links
and memo books of the deceased, no calls, incoming and outgoing, were
transmitted to a female other than his assailant or his office staff. No records
of appointments appear in his log for liaisons," he said, rolling out the word
with a smirk for Peabody, "other than those involving Lisbeth Cooke -- who he
often refers to as Lissy my love."
"No record of another woman?" Eve pursed her lips. "What about another guy?"
"Nope, no dates either way, and no indication of bisexuality."
"Interesting. Run the office logs, McNab. I wonder if Lissy my love was lying
about her motive, and if so, why she killed him."
"I'm on it." As he strolled out, he paused just long enough to throw Peabody a
loud, exaggerated kiss.
"He is such a complete asshole."
"Maybe he irritates you, Peabody -- "
"There's no maybe involved."
"But he was smart enough to see that his report might change a few angles on
this case."
The idea of McNab dipping his toe into one of her cases, again, had Peabody
bristling. "But the Cooke case is closed. The perpetrator confessed, has been
charged, booked, and bonded."
"She got man two. If it wasn't a crime of passion, maybe we get more. It's worth
finding out if Branson was bouncing on somebody on the side or if she made that
up to cover another motive. We'll take a run over to his office later today, ask
some questions. Meanwhile ..." She wagged her curled fingers toward the disc
Peabody still held.
"Detective Sally's primary," Peabody began as she handed Eve the disc. "He's got
no problem cooperating. Basically because he's got nothing. The body'd been in
the river at least thirty-six hours before discovery. He's got no witnesses. The
victim wasn't carrying any cash or credits, but he did have ID and credit cards.
He was wearing a wrist unit -- Carder knockoff but a good one -- so Sally ruled
out a standard mugging, especially when the autopsy didn't turn up a tongue."
"There's a clue," Eve muttered and slid the disc into a slot on her unit.
"ME's report indicates the tongue was severed with a serrated blade, premortem.
However, lacerations and bruising at the back of the neck, and the lack of
defensive indicate the victim was probably knocked unconscious before the
impromptu surgery, then dumped in the river. They strapped his hands and feet
before giving him the toss. Drowning's down as cause of death."