In Death 09 - Loyalty in Death

orders. I ran his program back and forward and sideways. She inputted orders -- retrieve the body by the hearth, transport it to the car, drive to the river, and dispose. There's nothing else in there. She wiped previous memory."
    "Accident or design?"
    "Can't tell. She'd have been rushed, nervous. It's easy to wipe out old with new programming if you're in a hurry."
    "Yeah. How many other servants in that place?"
    McNab took out his notes. "Four."
    "And nobody hears anything, sees anything?"
    "Two in the kitchen at the time in question. Personal maid upstairs, groundskeeper tucked in his shed."
    "Tucked in his shed, in this weather?"
    "They're all droids. The Bransons had full droid staff. Top quality."
    "Figures." She rubbed her tired eyes. She'd think about that later, go through those steps and stages later. First priority was to clear Zeke of any chance of formal charges.
    "Okay, I'm going to hit Zeke again. Peabody in there with him?"
    "Yeah, and the lawyer. No way around running him through again?"
    She dropped her hands and her eyes were cool. "We do this by the book. We fucking write the book with this one. Every step documented. This'll hit the media by morning. 'Tool and Toy Tycoon Killed by Wife's Lover. Suspect is the brother of a police officer assigned to Homicide. Investigation snagged. Body missing.'"
    "Okay, okay." He held up a hand. "I can see the picture."
    "The only way to avoid that is to beat them to it. We prove self-defense, quick and clean. And we find the goddamn body. Tag the sweepers," she said as she swung toward the interview room. "If they haven't finished yet, light a fire under them."
    Peabody's head came up the moment Eve walked in. Her hand continued to grip Zeke's. On the other side of him was a lawyer she recognized as one of Roarke's.
    The woman in her was grateful, the cop furious. One more shadow on the case, she thought grimly. "Husband of investigating officer arranged for representation." Fabulous.
    "Counselor."
    "Lieutenant."
    Without a glance at Peabody, she sat, engaged the recorder, and got to work.
    Thirty minutes later, when Eve walked out, Peabody was right on her heels. "Lieutenant. Sir. Dallas."
    "I don't have time to talk to you."
    Peabody managed to skirt around Eve, face her. "Yes, you do."
    "Fine." Braced for a battle, Eve pushed into the women's room, marched to the sink, and ordered the water on cold. "Say it and let me get back to work."
    "Thank you."
    Off balance with the quiet words, Eve lifted her dripping face. "For what?"
    "For taking care of Zeke."
    Slowly, Eve turned off the tap, shook the excess water from her hands, and moved to the dryer. It ran with a nasty buzz and a chilly blow of air. "I've got a job to do here, Peabody. And if you're thanking me for the lawyer, you're off. That's Roarke, and I'm not happy about it."
    "Let me thank you."
    She hadn't expected it. She'd been prepared for anger, for accusations. "Why did you push him that way? Why did you keep trying to trip him up? How can you be so hard?"
    And what she got was Peabody's shaky gratitude and unhappy eyes. Eve rubbed her hands over her face, closed her eyes. "God."
    "I know why you were rough on him this round. I know how much stronger his story is because you were. I was afraid..." She had to suck in breaths, one at a time. "Once I got my head clear, I was afraid you'd give him room, go soft -- the way I would. But you hammered him. So, thanks."
    "My pleasure." Eve let her hands drop. "He's not going down for this. You can hold onto that."
    "I know. Because I'm holding onto you."
    "Don't do that." Eve bit off the words and turned away. "Don't."
    "I've got to get this out. My family's the most important thing I've got. Just because I don't live close doesn't mean we aren't close. After them comes the job." She sniffled, rubbed a hand impatiently under her nose. "You're the job."
    "No, I'm not."
    "Yeah, you are, Dallas. You're everything that's right about the job. And you're the best thing that's happened to me since I picked up my badge. I'm holding onto you because I know I can."
    Eve's heart quivered. The backs of her eyes burned. "I don't have time to stand here and get sloppy with you." She strode to the door, stopping briefly to tap a finger on Peabody's chest. "Officer Peabody, you're out of uniform."
    As the door swung closed behind Eve, Peabody glanced down and saw the third button on her uniform jacket was hanging by a thread. McNab, she realized, hadn't quite torn it