Calculated in Death

very dangerous.”
    “Because he’ll ambush, come from behind.”
    “It’s more than that. Despite the relative ease of the first killing, he failed. It wasn’t judged a mugging, and it turned the spotlight on his employer. The reaction to that?”
    “Try for me and Peabody.”
    “Yes. Impulsively, and without any consideration for people who might have been hurt. And his cowardice is clearly shown—and has been touted all over the media—by using a child as a shield and weapon. Again, he failed, and this time he’s been called a coward, a monster, while you’re cheered as a hero.”
    “I caught the kid,” Eve began. “It wasn’t heroic, it was a good catch.”
    “I disagree, and so does the very vocal public. But the point is, he’s termed a coward. You’re termed a hero.”
    “All right. That’d be a pisser for him.”
    “Do you believe his employer ordered, or expected him, to carry out these two killings today with increasing violence? With no attempt at all to mask them?”
    Eve shook her head. “Probably not. I expect the order was just,
Take care of this
. I don’t think Alexander thinks things through any more than his muscle.”
    “No. Impulse, carelessness, cowardice, violence unleashed. He may not, very well may not, wait to be ordered before killing again. He’ll see his last two murders as successes. He committed them his way, released that violence. Enjoyed it. He’ll want that feeling again, that accomplishment, that release. And his first kill was a failure due to you, and Peabody. His second attack, on you and Peabody a failure.”
    “So he’ll want to correct that mistake.” Considering, Eve sat on the corner of her desk. “Okay.”
    “
Need
to correct it. He lost considerable face, considerable pride when those vids of you snatching that baby out of the air hit the media, the Internet. He was able to offset that by these kills, rack up success, feel accomplished, and enjoy the act. Increasingly. Whether or not his employer directs him, circling back to you will be imperative.
    “And now you’re calculating how you can use that threat to your advantage.”
    She wasn’t the department’s top shrink for nothing, Eve mused.
    “If I can’t, if I can’t figure out a way to outsmart and stop this moron, I should be in another line of work. I figured if he got ambitious, he’d kill the hacker next.”
    “And he may. But he’s feeling good about himself at the moment. The only fly in that ointment is you. You exposed him as a coward. He has to end you to prove he’s not.”
    “So I draw him out. He won’t want to wait long. Alexander may figure, incorrectly, that he’s covered now. No loose ends, which would mean no fresh kills for his boy. If he kills the hacker, he’d have to explain why. But if he can get me, it’s just cleaning up old business. I can work with this.”
    “He won’t be controlled. He won’t be logical. He will be vicious and violent, and he won’t care who else may be harmed in his attack on you.”
    “So, I pick the time and place and circumstances. I can’t just walk around the city hoping he’ll make a move. I have to draw him a map. I think I have one. If I need it. We may be able to ID him today, then this is moot.”
    “Don’t underestimate him, Eve. His impulse and unpredictability could work in his favor.”
    Maybe, Eve thought when Mira left her. But she believed cunning, experience, and a little manipulation would work in hers.
    She contacted Nadine Furst.
    “Ready for tomorrow night?” Nadine asked her.
    “That’s why I tagged you.”
    Nadine’s cat-green eyes narrowed. “Don’t pull the ‘I’m too busy working a murder’ card.”
    “I am busy working a murder. Make that murders.”
    Nadine shifted to reporter mode without mussing a hair on her streaky blonde head. “They’re connected. The two this morning? And to Judge Yung’s sister-in-law.”
    “The dots line up. How come I haven’t done an interview on my excitement and anticipation of tomorrow’s premiere?”
    “Is that a trick question?” Those eyes narrowed again. “What have you got in mind?”
    “I’m thinking about inviting one more person to the premiere.”
    “And that would be?”
    “The killer. Get over here with a camera, and we’ll issue the invitation.”
    Eve clicked off, sat back. It could work. Risky, sure, but workable. She started to reach for the comm to call Peabody in, then Roarke stepped up to the now open