In Death 02 - Glory in Death

see how fast I can shut this place down?"
    "Level twelve, Studio A."
    She whirled away just as Feeney stepped off the ascent. "Took your sweet time."
    "Hey, I was in New Jersey visiting my folks." He didn't bother to ask, but fell into step with her.
    "I need a gag on the broadcast."
    "Well." He scratched his head as they headed up. "We can probably finagle an order to confiscate the pictures of the scene." He moved his shoulders at Eve's glance. "I caught some of it on the screen in the car on the way here. They'll get it back, but we can hang them up for a few hours, anyway."
    "Get to work on it. I need all the data available on the victim. They should have records here."
    "That's simple enough."
    "Feed them to my office, will you, Feeney? I'll be on my way there shortly."
    "No problem. Anything else?"
    Eve stepped off, scowled at the thick white doors of Studio A. "I might need some backup in here."
    "That'd be my pleasure."
    The doors were locked, the On Air sign glowing. Eve struggled with a desperate urge to draw her weapon and blow the security panel apart. Instead, she jabbed the emergency button and waited for response.
    "Channel 75 News now in progress, live," came the soothing electronic voice. "What is the nature of your problem?"
    "Police emergency." She held her ID up to the small scanner.
    "One moment, Lieutenant Dallas, while your request is accessed."
    "It's not a request," Eve said evenly. "I want these doors open now, or I'll be forced to break in under Code 83B, subsection J."
    There was a quiet hum, an electronic hiss, as if the computer were considering, then expressing annoyance. "Clearing doors. Please remain quiet and do not pass the white line. Thank you."
    Inside the studio, the temperature dropped ten degrees. Eve stalked directly toward a glass partition facing the set and rapped hard enough to have the news director go white with worry. He held a desperate finger to his lips. Eve held up her badge.
    With obvious reluctance, he clicked open the door and gestured them in. "We're live," he snapped and turned back to his view of the set. "Camera Three on Nadine. Back image of Louise. Mark."
    The robotics on set obeyed smoothly. Eve watched the small suspended camera shift. On the control monitor, Louise Kirski smiled cheerily.
    "Slow down, Nadine. Don't rush it. C. J., ready in ten."
    "Go to commercial," Eve told him.
    "We're running without ads on this broadcast."
    "Go to commercial," she repeated, "or you're going to go to black."
    He screwed up his forehead, puffed out his chest. "Now listen here -- "
    "You listen." She poked him none too gently in that expanded chest. "You've got my eyewitness out there. You do what you're told, or your competitors are going to have ratings through the roof with the story I'm going to give them on how Channel 75 interfered with a police investigation on the murder of one of its own people." She lifted a brow while he considered. "And maybe I'm going to start to think you look like a suspect. He strike you as the coldblooded killer type, Feeney?"
    "I was just thinking that. Maybe we need to take him in, have a nice long chat. After a strip search."
    "Just hold on. Hold on." He wiped a hand across his mouth. What could a quick ninety-second commercial break hurt? "Go to Zippy spot in ten. C. J., wind it up. Cue music. Camera One pan back. Mark."
    He let out a long breath. "I'm calling legal on this."
    "You do that." Eve stepped out of the booth and stalked to the long black console Morse and Nadine shared.
    "We've got a right to -- "
    "I'm going to tell you all about your rights," Eve interrupted Morse. "You've got a right to call your lawyer and have him meet you at Cop Central."
    He went dead white. "You're arresting me. Jesus Christ, are you nuts?"
    "You're a witness, asshole. And you're not going to make any further statements until you've made one to me. Officially." She flicked a scathing gaze in Nadine's direction. "You'll just have to muddle through the rest on your own."
    "I want to go with you." On shaky legs, Nadine rose. To dispense with the frantic shouts from the control booth, she tugged her earpiece free and tossed it down. "I was probably the last person to speak to her."
    "Fine. We'll talk about that." Eve led them out, pausing only to grin nastily toward control. "You could fill in with some old reruns of NYPD Blue. It's a classic."
    "Well, well, C. J." However miserable she was, Eve could appreciate the moment. "I've finally got you