In Death 06 - Vengeance in Death

hurried outside after Eve.
    "How the hell do I know? I stay out of his business, which is more than he does for me. Central Park Arms." She swore, suddenly sure that's where he'd gone. Then she stopped, stared at the empty space in front of the steps. "I don't have a vehicle," she remembered. "Goddamn it, I don't have a ride."
    "Auto requisition hasn't come through. You can make a personal order."
    "Oh yeah, that'll only take a week or two. Shit." Jamming her hands in new, silky pockets, she jogged to the end of the house.
    The garage attachment melded with the main structure. The massive doors were wood with thick brass fittings. The windows, arched and majestic, were sunscreened to keep the finish on the vehicles housed there from fading. Inside the temperature would be kept, year-round, at a comfortable seventy-two degrees.
    Eve uncoded the locks, identified herself through voice and palm print. The doors swung gracefully open.
    So did Peabody's mouth. "Holy cow."
    "It's excessive," Eve said, sniffing. "It's ridiculous and such a cliched man-thing."
    "It's frigid," Peabody said reverently.
    Vehicles were housed in individual bays, on two levels. Sports cars, limos, air cycles, all-terrains, sedate sedans, and sleek solo-riders. Colors ranged from flashy neon shades to classic blacks. Peabody stared dreamily at a tandem-style air cycle and imagined herself riding the skies, wind in her hair, with some muscled hunk behind her.
    She snapped out of it when she saw Eve heading toward a discreet compact model in industrial gray.
    "Dallas, how about this one?" Hopefully, Peabody gestured up to a snazzy electric blue sportster, its silver wheels gleaming, its narrow grille a piece of automotive art.
    "That's a fuck-me car, and you know it."
    "Well, yeah, maybe, but it's got to be fast, and really efficient. It'd be loaded, too." She smiled winningly.
    "Everything in here's loaded."
    Peabody danced forward when Eve reached for the button to release the sedan. "Come on, Dallas, live a little. Don't you want to see how she moves? And it's only temporary. You'll be back in some departmental clunker before you know it. It's a 6000XX." Her voice came perilously close to a whine. "Most people live their whole lives without even touching one. Just one ride. What could it hurt?"
    "Don't beg," Eve muttered. "Jesus." But she gave in and lowered the sportster to the scrubbed tile floor.
    "Oh, look at the interior. It's real leather, isn't it? White leather." Unable to control herself, Peabody opened the door of the car and breathed deep. "Just smell it. Oh, oh, check the controls. It's even got an airjet gauge. We could be on the beach in New L.A. in under three hours in this baby."
    "Get a hold of yourself, Peabody, or it's back to the sedan."
    "No way." Peabody all but dived inside. "You're not getting me out with a hydro-lift until I get a ride."
    "I wouldn't think a woman raised by Free-Agers would be so shallow and materialistic."
    "I had to work on it, but I've almost got it down." She smiled happily when Eve slipped in beside her. "Dallas, this rocks. Can I try the music system?"
    "No. Strap in. We'll look for your dignity later." But because the car called for it, Eve engaged ignition and took off like a rocket.
    It took less than ten minutes to reach the Central Park Arms.
    "Did you see the way this honey handled the turns? You took that last one at sixty and there wasn't even a shimmy. Imagine what she'd do in the air. Why don't we try it when we leave. Man, I think I had an orgasm rounding Sixty-second."
    "I don't need to know about that." Eve climbed out, tossed her key code to the doorman. When she flashed her badge, the hand he'd held out for a tip retreated. "I want that vehicle kept close. I don't want to wait more than thirty seconds for it when I come out."
    Without waiting for an answer, she swung through the auto-doors and crossed the mosaic tiles of the lobby toward the massive front desk.
    "You have a suite registered to a Brian Kelly," she said, holding up her badge.
    "Yes, Lieutenant, scheduled for arrival and occupancy this afternoon. Penthouse B, Tower Level."
    "Clear me through."
    "I believe that suite is occupied at the moment. However, if you'd like to wait until -- "
    "Clear me through," she repeated. "Now."
    "Right away. The private elevator is down this corridor and to the left. It's clearly marked. Your key code will access both the elevator and the doors, parlor and bedroom."
    "Any transmissions,