In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

doors showed the red locked light engaged.
    Damn if she'd knock.
    "I can't get you more than I've got, Lieutenant," McNab told her. "I cleaned up the image, and it's crystal now. But all you see's a dead guy riding in a car."
    She picked up the hard copy he'd printed out for her, studied Mills. "Go through the discs, following this segment. I want you to freeze and enhance every car, van, scooter, and fucking jet bike that came through that level from this point until the area was blocked off."
    "You want every vehicle that crossed eastbound on the GW on level two for over an hour?"
    She shot him a cool look. "That was my order, Detective. Do you have a problem understanding it?"
    "No. No, sir." But he allowed himself one weighty sigh.
    She went to her 'link, contacted Dr. Mira's office, and set up a conference for the next day with the department's top profiler. After a moment's hesitation, she put through a transmission to her commander.
    "Sir, I've requested that Captain Feeney and Detective McNab assist in the electronics work as regards my current case."
    "You're cleared to enlist EDD or any assistance you deem appropriate or necessary. That's standard, Lieutenant, and per your judgment. What is the current status on the Mills homicide?"
    "I would prefer to report that in person, sir, when I have more data to offer. In the meantime, I'd like to have Detective Martinez, from the One twenty-eight, put under surveillance."
    "Is it your opinion that Detective Martinez is connected to these deaths?"
    "I have no data supporting that, Commander. But it is my opinion that Martinez, if not connected, may be a target. I intend to interview her more extensively, but in the meantime, I have some concerns."
    "Very well, Lieutenant. I'll see to it."
    "Commander, are you aware of any investigation involving Kohli, Mills, and/or Martinez currently being run through IAB?"
    His eyes went to slits. "I am not. Are you aware of any such investigation?"
    "I am not... but I have concerns."
    "So noted. I want a report, by noon. The media's sniffed this out, and they're clamoring. Two cops dead is news."
    "Yes, sir."
    She put the next call through to Nadine Furst from Channel 75, and caught the reporter at home. "Dallas, great minds. I just got an interesting lead from a source. Who's killing cops?"
    "My office..." Eve checked her wrist unit, calculated time. "Ten-thirty, sharp." She would finish with Feeney, zip down to Lewis's hearing, and back to Central. "You get what I've got to give, before any scheduled press conference, in a one-on-one."
    "And for this, I have to kill who?"
    "We won't take it quite that far. I want a story planted... leaked, let's say. From an unnamed police source. You scare easy, Nadine?"
    "Hey, I dated a dentist. Nothing scares me."
    "Well, you're going to want to cover your pretty ass anyway. The leak's going to involve Max Ricker."
    "Jesus Christ, Dallas. Let's get married. What have you got on him? Is it confirmed? What's that I smell? Hey, I think it's an Emmy, or no, no, it's a Pulitzer."
    "Slow down. Ten-thirty, sharp, Nadine. And if I hear anything about this before then, deal's off, and I fry your ass."
    "My pretty ass," Nadine reminded her. "I'll be there. Bells on."
    She broke the connection, mulled over what she was about to do, then turned to see both Peabody and McNab staring at her. "Problem?"
    "No, sir, working away here. I've already got the first ten minutes run."
    "Work faster."
    "Maybe if I had some breakfast."
    "You've been here about eight hours. There's probably nothing left to eat." She looked toward Roarke's door again. Tempted, very tempted. Then was saved from making the decision as Feeney came in.
    "Got the breakdown." He laid discs on her desk, took a chair, stretched out his legs. "Diagnostics, computer analysis. Ran it through up, down, and sideways. The programming wasn't jumped. I'll swear to that."
    "Was Mills's code used?" Eve demanded.
    "No. If it had been, I'd've figured whoever killed him got the code from him first, one way or the other." Feeney rattled in his pocket and began to nibble mournfully from a bag of nuts. "It was an emergency clearance code -- an old one, but it still works on that unit. It's one Maintenance used to go by to transport or run scans on disabled units. They've got a new system the past few years, but the older units still respond to this one. Thing is, he had to have a master to tie it in. He didn't bypass."
    "Mills's master was still in his