In Death 04 - Rapture in Death

don't know." And for the first time, frustration leaked through. "But I'm sure, dead sure, that if they had enough of her brain to scrape up off the street for analysis, they'd find that same burn on the frontal lobe. I know it, Commander. I just don't know how it's getting there." She waited a beat. "Or being put there."
    His eyes flickered. "Are you theorizing that someone is influencing certain individuals to self-termination through some sort of brain implant?"
    "I can't find any genetic link among the subjects. No social group, education sphere, or religious affiliation. They didn't grow up in the same town, they didn't drink the same water, attend the same health clubs or centers. But they all had the same flaw in the brain. That's beyond coincidence, Commander. It was caused, and if by being caused it coerced those people to end their lives, then it's murder. And it's mine."
    "You're walking a thin wire, Dallas," Whitney said after a moment. "The dead have families, and the families want this put away. Your continued investigation extends the grieving process."
    "I'm sorry for that."
    "It's also raising questions from The Tower," he added, referring to the Chief of Police and Security.
    "I'm willing to present my report to Chief Tibble, if directed." But she hoped she wouldn't be. "I'll stand on my record, Commander. I'm not a rookie playing terrier with a dead case."
    "Even experienced cops overfocus, make mistakes."
    "Then let me make them." She shook her head before he could speak. "I was on that ledge today, Commander. I looked at her face, into her eyes when she went off. And I know."
    He folded his hands on the edge of the desk. Administration was always a struggle in compromise. He had other cases, and he needed her on them. The budget was thin, and there was never enough time or man power. "I can give you a week, no more. If you don't have the right answers by then, you close the files."
    She drew a breath. "And the chief?"
    "I'll speak with him personally. Get me something, Dallas, or be prepared to move on."
    "Thank you, sir."
    "Dismissed," he said, then added when she reached the door. "Oh, and Dallas, if you're going to go outside the official sphere for... research, watch your step. And give my best to your husband."
    She colored slightly. He'd pinned her source, and they both knew it. She mumbled something and escaped. Dodged that stun stream, she thought and dragged a hand through her hair. Then, with an oath, she dashed toward the nearest down glide. She was going to be late for court.
    She was approaching the end of her shift when she made it back to her office and found Peabody settled at the desk, a cup of coffee in her hand.
    Eve leaned against the doorjamb. "Comfortable, Officer?"
    Peabody jerked, sloshed a little coffee, cleared her throat. "I didn't know your ETA."
    "Apparently. Something wrong with your unit?"
    "Ah, no. No, sir. I thought it more efficient to enter the new data directly into yours."
    "That's a good story, Peabody, you stick with it." Eve walked to her AutoChef and programmed coffee for herself. It was Roarke's blend rather than the poison served in the bull pen area, which explained Peabody cozying up at her superior's desk.
    "What new data?"
    "Captain Feeney pulled all communications on Devane's 'links. Doesn't appear to be anything that relates, but it's all here. We have her personal datebook with all appointments and the most current data from her last health exam."
    "She have any problems there?"
    "Not a one. She was a tobacco addict, registered, and took regular anticancer injections. She had no sign of disease: physical, emotional, or mental. Tended toward stress and overwork, which was counteracted with soothers and tranqs. She was cohabitating, happily, by all reports. Her partner is currently off planet. You have the name of next of kin, her son from a previous partnership."
    "Yeah, I contacted him. He's based at the Tattler offices in New L.A. He's coming in." Eve angled her head. "Comfortable, Peabody?"
    "Yes, sir. Oh, sorry." She got up quickly from behind the desk and resettled in the ratty chair beside it. "Your meeting with the commander?"
    "We've got a week," Eve said briskly as she sat. "Let's make the most of it. ME's report on Devane?"
    "Not yet available."
    Eve turned to her 'link. "Let's see if we can give him a little shove."
    By the time she got home, she was staggering. She'd missed dinner, which she thought was just as well since she'd ended