In Death 02 - Glory in Death

it. It was strictly a drinking establishment: no dancers, no screens, no videos booths. The clientele who patronized the Five Moons weren't there to socialize. From the smell that slapped Eve the moment she stepped through the door, burning off stomach lining was the order of the day.
    Even at this hour, the small, square room was well populated. Silent drinkers stood at stingy pedestals knocking back their poison of choice. Others huddled by the bar, closer to the bottles. Eve rated a few glances as she crossed the sticky floor, then people got back to the business of serious drinking.
    The bartender was a droid, as most were, but she doubted this one had been programmed to listen cheerfully to the customers' hard luck stories. More likely an arm breaker, she mused, sizing it up as she sidled up to the bar. The manufacturers had given him the tilted eye, golden-skinned appearance of a mixed race. Unlike most of the drinkers, the droid didn't sport feathers or beads, but a plain white smock over a wrestler's body.
    Droids couldn't be bribed, she thought with some regret. And threats had to be both clever and logical.
    "Drink?" the droid demanded. His voice had a ping to it, a slight echo that indicated overdue maintenance problems.
    "No." Eve wanted to keep her health. She showed her badge and had several customers shifting toward corners. "There was a murder two nights ago."
    "Not in here."
    "But the victim was."
    "She was alive then." At some signal Eve didn't catch, the droid took a smudged glass from a drinker midbar, poured some noxious looking liquid into it, and slid it back.
    "You were on duty."
    "I'm a twenty-four/seven," he told her, indicating he was programmed for full operation without required rest or recharge periods.
    "Did you ever see the victim before, in here, around the area?"
    "No."
    "Who did she meet here?"
    "No one."
    Eve drummed her fingers on the cloudy surface of the bar. "Okay, let's just make this simple. You tell me what time she came in, what she did, when she left, and how she left."
    "I am not required to maintain surveillance on the customers."
    "Right." Slowly, Eve rubbed a finger on the bar. When she lifted it, she pursed her lips at the smear of gunk staining the tip. "I'm Homicide, but I'm not required to overlook health violations. You know, I think if I called the Sensor Bugs in here, and they did a sweep, why they'd be shocked. So shocked they'd delete the liquor license."
    As threats went, she didn't think it was particularly clever, but it was logical.
    The droid took a moment to access the probabilities. "The woman came in at oh sixteen. She didn't drink. She left at one twelve. Alone."
    "Did she speak to anyone?"
    "She said nothing."
    "Was she looking for someone?"
    "I didn't ask."
    Eve lifted a brow. "You observed her. Did it appear she was looking for someone?"
    "It appeared, but she found no one."
    "But she stayed nearly an hour. What did she do?"
    "Stood, looked, frowned. Checked her watch often. Left."
    "Did anyone follow her outside?"
    "No."
    Absently, Eve scrubbed her soiled finger on her jeans. "Did she have an umbrella?"
    The droid looked as surprised by the question as droids were capable of looking. "Yes, a purple one, the same color as her suit."
    "Did she leave with it?"
    "Yes; it was raining."
    Eve nodded, then worked her way through the bar, questioning unhappy customers.
    All she really wanted when she returned to Cop Central was a long shower. An hour in the Five Moons had left what felt like a thin layer of muck on her skin. Even her teeth, she thought, running her tongue over them.
    But the report came first. She swung into her office, then stopped, studying the wiry-haired man sitting at her desk plucking candied almonds from a bag.
    "Nice work if you can get it."
    Feeney crossed the feet he'd propped on the edge of her desk. "Good to see you, Dallas. You're a busy lady."
    "Some of us cops actually work for a living. Others just play computer games all day."
    "You should've taken my advice and worked on your comp skills."
    With more affection than annoyance, she knocked his feet from the desk and plopped her butt down in the vacated space. "You just passing by?"
    "I've come to offer my services, old pal." Generously, he held out the bag of nuts.
    She munched and watched him. He had a hangdog face, one he had never bothered to have enhanced. Baggy eyes, the beginning of jowls, ears that were slightly too big for his head. She liked it just the way it