In Death 01 - Naked in Death

forced to play it. "I'll speak to the chief personally. If the authorization holds, we'll have copies to you by this afternoon." Dismissing Rockman, he looked back at DeBlass. "The confidentiality of evidence is a major tool in the investigative process. If you insist on this, you risk undermining the case."
    "The case, as you put it, commander, was my flesh and blood."
    "And as such, I'd hope your first priority would be assisting us to bring her killer to justice."
    "I've served justice for more than fifty years. I want that information by noon." He picked up his coat, tossed it over one beefy arm. "If I'm not satisfied that you're doing everything in your power to find this maniac, I'll see that you're removed from this office." He turned toward Eve. "And that the next thing you investigate, lieutenant, will be sticky fingered teenagers at a shop-corn."
    After he stormed out, Rockman used his quiet, solemn eyes to apologize. "You must forgive the senator. He's overwrought. However much strain there was between him and his granddaughter, she was family. Nothing is more vital to the senator than his family. Her death, this kind of violent, senseless death, is devastating to him."
    "Right," Eve muttered. "He looked all choked up."
    Rockman smiled; he managed to look amused and sorrowful at once. "Proud men often disguise their grief behind aggression. We have every confidence in your abilities and your tenacity, lieutenant. Commander," he nodded. "We'll expect the data this afternoon. Thank you for your time."
    "He's a smooth one," Eve muttered when Rockman shut the door quietly behind him. "You're not going to cave, commander."
    "I'll give them what I have to." His voice was sharp and edged with suppressed fury. "Now, go get me more."
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    Police work was too often drudgery. After five hours of staring at her monitor as she ran makes on the names in DeBlass's books, Eve was more exhausted than she would have been after a marathon race.
    Even with Feeney taking a portion of the names with his skill and superior equipment, there were too many for such a small investigative unit to handle quickly.
    Sharon had been a very popular girl.
    Feeling discretion would gain her more than aggression, Eve contacted the clients by 'link and explained herself. Those who balked at the idea of an interview were cheerfully invited to come into Cop Central, charged with obstruction of justice.
    By midafternoon she had spoken personally with the first dozen on the client list, and took a detour back to the Gorham.
    DeBlass's neighbor, the elegant man from the elevator, was Charles Monroe. Eve found him in, and entertaining a client.
    Slickly handsome in a black silk robe, and smelling seductively of sex, Charles smiled engagingly.
    "I'm terribly sorry, lieutenant. My three o'clock appointment has another fifteen minutes."
    "I'll wait." Without invitation, Eve stepped inside. Unlike DeBlass's apartment, this one ran to deep, cushy chairs in leather and thick carpets.
    "Ah..." Obviously amused, Charles glanced behind him, where a door was discreetly closed at the end of a short hallway. "Privacy and confidentiality are, you understand, vital to my profession. My client is apt to be disconcerted if she discovers the police on my doorstep."
    "No problem. Got a kitchen?"
    He let out a weighty sigh. "Sure. Right through that doorway. Make yourself at home. I won't be long."
    "Take your time." Eve strolled off to the kitchen. In contrast to the elaborate living area, this was spartan. It seemed Charles spent little time eating in. Still, he had a full-size friggie unit rather than a cold cell, and she found the treasure of a Pepsi chilling. Satisfied for the moment, she sat down to enjoy it while Charles finished off his three o'clock.
    Soon enough, she heard the murmur of voices, a man's, a woman's, a light laugh. Moments later, he came in, the same easy smile on his face.
    "Sorry to keep you waiting."
    "No problem. Are you expecting anyone else?"
    "Not until later this evening." He took out a Pepsi for himself, broke the freshness seal from the tube, and poured it into a tall glass. He rolled the tube into a ball and popped it into the recycler. "Dinner, the opera, and a romantic rendezvous."
    "You like that stuff? Opera?" she asked when he flashed a grin.
    "Hate it. Can you think of anything more tedious than some big-chested woman screaming in German half the