In Death 07 - Holiday in Death

Over London eye smudger used on Hawley is one of the pricier products and it isn't given out as a sample. You only get it as a separate or when you buy the whole shot in the deluxe package. We follow the smudger, we'll be closer to the mark."
    "And maybe the son of a bitch lifted the smudger when he was buying the rest of the stuff." Peabody turned on McNab. "You want to track every shoplifter in the city now?"
    "It's the only product we can't trace so far. So it's the one we have to find."
    They were nose to nose when Eve stepped forward and gave them both a shove. "The next one who speaks, I'm taking down. You're both right. We interview the matches, and we look for the eye gunk. Peabody, get the names, go down to my vehicle, and wait for me."
    Peabody didn't have to speak, not when a ramrod-stiff spine and hot eyes could say volumes. The minute she stalked out, McNab shoved his hands in his pockets. But when he opened his mouth, he caught the warning glint Eve shot him, and closed it again.
    "You run Personally Yours again, client and personnel, find who on there bought that smudger, and see how many more of the products used on the victims you can match." She lifted her eyebrows. "Say yes, sir, Lieutenant Dallas."
    He heaved a sigh. "Yes, sir, Lieutenant Dallas."
    "Good. While you're at it, McNab, see if you can wiggle into Piper and Rudy's credit account. Let's find out what brand of enhancements they use." She waited, brows still high. One thing McNab wasn't was slow.
    "Yes, sir, Lieutenant Dallas."
    "And stop pouting," she ordered as she strode out.
    "Females," McNab muttered under his breath, then caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He spotted Roarke standing in the open doorway between the offices, grinning at him.
    "Marvelous creatures, aren't they?" Roarke stepped in.
    "Not from where I'm standing."
    "Ah, but you'll be a hero, won't you, if you can match your product with the right name." He strolled over, scanned the lists and documents that they both knew were official business, and none of his. "I find I have an hour or two free. Want some help?"
    "Well, I..." McNab glanced toward the door.
    "Don't worry about the lieutenant." Roarke pleased himself and sat at the computer. "I can handle her."
    Donnie Ray Michael wore a ratty brown bathrobe and a silver nose ring with an emerald cabochon. His eyes were a bleary hazel, his hair the color of butter, and his breath ferocious.
    He studied Eve's badge, expelling air in a yawn that nearly knocked her flat, then scratched his armpit.
    "What?"
    "Donnie Ray? Got a minute?"
    "Yeah, I got plenty of minutes, but what?"
    "I'll tell you after we come in, and you gargle with a gallon or two of mouthwash."
    "Oh." He went slightly pink and stepped back. "I was asleep. Wasn't expecting visitors. Or cops." But he waved them inside, then disappeared down a short hallway.
    The place was as tidy as your average pigsty, with clothes, empty and half-empty take-out containers, overflowing ashtrays, and a litter of computer discs strewn over the floor. In the corner beside a threadbare sofa was a music stand and a brightly polished saxophone.
    Eve caught a drift in the air of very old onions and the shadow of an illegal usually consumed by smoking. "If we decide a search is in order," Eve told Peabody, "we've got probable cause."
    "What, suspicion of toxic waste?"
    "There's that." Eve toed what might have been underwear aside. "He's been pumping Zoner, probably as a bedtime soother. You can just smell it."
    Peabody sniffed. "I just smell sweat and onions."
    "It's there."
    Donnie Ray walked back in, his eyes slightly clearer, his face red and damp from a quick splash. "Sorry about the mess. Droid's year off. What's this about?"
    "Do you know Marianna Hawley?"
    "Marianna?" His brow wrinkled in thought. "I dunno. Should I?"
    "You matched with her through Personally Yours."
    "Oh, the dating gig." He kicked clothes out of the way then dropped into a chair. "Yeah, I gave that a shot a few months back. I was in a drought." He smiled a little, then shrugged. "Marianna. Was she a big redhead -- no, that was Tanya. We hit it off pretty well, but she moved to Albuquerque for Christ's sake. I mean what rocks there?"
    "Marianna, Donnie Ray. Slim brunette. Green eyes."
    "Yeah, yeah, now I get her. Sweet. We didn't click, too much like, well, a sister. She came to the club where I was blowing and heard me, we had a couple of drinks. So?"
    "You ever watch the screen, read the