In Death 06 - Vengeance in Death

public 'link, from Grand Central. It was keyed in, no voiceprint -- and the order was paid for via electronic transfer of cash, point of order scrambled. We couldn't trace it with a fleet of bloodhound droids."
    "I didn't figure he'd slip up again, not so soon. The van?"
    "Nothing solid yet. I'm working on the shoes, too. Computer estimates a size eight. That's small for a man's shoe. That style hit the market only six months ago -- high-end price range. It's the epitome of air tread for the stylish jock. So far, I'm down to six hundred pair of size eights sold in the city."
    "Keep running it. And the coat?"
    "I've only got about thirty purchases for the same three-month period. No matches yet. And none on the statue."
    "McNab?"
    Seconds later, he stuck his head in the doorway. "Yo."
    "Full progress and status report."
    "Let's start with the wand." He made himself at home by sitting on Eve's desk. "I like our chances there. That e-jock of Roarke's knows his shit. Down at Trident Security and Communications -- that's Roarke's gig -- they've been working on a jammer of this style and power for over a year. A. A. says they've nearly worked out the bugs."
    "A. A.?"
    "That's the jock. Plenty of brain cells there. Anyway, he projects they'll have a model under wraps within six months -- four if they get lucky. Rumor is that several other e-firms are working on the same deal. One of those firms is Brennen's. The take from the industrial espionage people is that Brennen's is the closest competition."
    "Does anyone have a prototype?"
    "A. A. showed me one. It's fairly icy, but only hits the mark as of now at extreme close range. The remote capability's giving them some grief. It's still got some major power fluctuation."
    "So how did our man get his hands on one that doesn't give him grief?"
    "Good question. I'm thinking he's put some time in at R and D himself."
    "Yeah, I'd agree with that. We'll run the six most likely from Inspector Farrell's shakedown and see if any of them pop."
    "And I wonder if the unit he used is a one-shot."
    Eve narrowed her eyes. "Only good for one jam at a time? What would you do, recharge it? Toss it? Reconfigure?"
    "Recharge or recon, I'd say. I'm working with A. A. on it."
    "Good, keep at it. Any luck with the echo?"
    "I can't lock it. Driving me bat-shit. But I did scrape the layers off the disc you brought back from the Emerald Isle. Projected image. Hologram."
    "A holo? You're sure?"
    "Don't I look sure?" He let his cocky smile go when Eve only stared coolly at him. "Yeah, it was a holo. Damn good one, but I enhanced, did heat and light testing. The image was projected."
    "Good." It was one more stone to weigh on Summerset's side. "Any hits yet on the analysis of the security discs on the Luxury Towers?"
    "They're whining in EDD. Backlog. I used your name and got them to promise we'd have results within the next forty-eight."
    Feeney, Eve thought, where the hell are you? "What else have you got?"
    "The transmission had the same echo as the others. Exact match."
    "Even better. Now find the source." She rose. "It's time for me to put in a public appearance. Let's get this jerk now that I'm up for another round. Peabody, you're with me."
    "My favorite place. Lieutenant."
    "Sucking up noted." She pulled her palm 'link as she started out, coded in for Nadine Furst at Channel 75.
    "Hey, Dallas, you look pretty good for an invalid."
    "Get this. Lieutenant Eve Dallas has recovered from her injuries and is reporting back to duty. She remains in charge of the investigation involving the murders of Brennen, Conroy, and O'Leary. She is confident a suspect will be in custody shortly."
    "Hold it, let me get my recorder."
    "That's all you get, pal. Put it on." She clicked off as she jogged down the stairs. There, draped across the newel post, was a new and butter-smooth leather jacket of golden brown. "He doesn't miss a trick," Eve murmured as she picked it up.
    "Man oh man." Unable to resist, Peabody stroked a hand down the sleeve as Eve shrugged into it. "Like a baby's bottom."
    "It had to cost ten times what my old one did, and I'll have it banged up in a week. I don't know why he -- Shit, where's Roarke?" She turned to the house computer. "Locate Roarke."
    Roarke is not on the premises at this time.
    "Well, hell," Eve muttered. "Where the hell did he go so fast? He damn well better be out buying some country and not poking into this."
    "Does he really buy countries?" Peabody wanted to know as she