In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

by the book.
    When she walked into her home office, she saw Mira sitting in a chair in the now tidy office, while Peabody and McNab worked back-to-back at their individual keyboards.
    "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."
    "That's perfectly all right." Mira set aside a cup of what Eve assumed was tea. "Peabody explained you might be delayed."
    "Do you mind if we take this in another room?"
    "Not at all." Mira rose, elegant as always in a sleek suit of spring leaf green. "I always enjoy seeing parts of your home."
    Though she wasn't sure if it was strictly appropriate for a consult, Eve led the way to one of the lounging rooms. Mira sighed in appreciation. "What a lovely space," she murmured, studying the soft colors, the gracious lines of the furniture, the gleam of wood and glass. "My God, Eve, is that a Monet?"
    Eve glanced at the painting, something in that same soft pallette that seemed to flow together and form a garden. "I have no idea."
    "It is, of course," Mira said after she'd walked over to admire the painting. "Oh, I do envy you your art collection."
    "It's not mine."
    Mira only turned and smiled. "I envy it nonetheless. May I sit?"
    "Yeah, sure. Sorry. I'm sorry, too, that I've dumped so much data on you in such a short time."
    "We're both accustomed to working under pressure. These killings have ripples radiating throughout the department. Being in the center of those ripples is a very difficult position."
    "I'm used to that, too."
    "Yes." Something else here, Mira thought. She knew Eve too well to miss the small signs. But that would wait. "I concur with your analysis that both victims were killed by the same hand. The methodology notwithstanding, there is a pattern. The coins, the victims themselves, the brutality, and the knowledge of security."
    "It's another cop," Eve said. "Or someone who used to be."
    "Very likely. Your killer is enraged but controlled enough to protect himself by removing evidence. The rage is personal. I'd go as far as to say intimate. This may substantiate your cop-to-cop profile."
    "Because he believed Mills and Kohli were dirty, or because he is?"
    "The former, I believe. This isn't the act of someone protecting themselves but one of avenging. Your killer is systematic and sees himself as dispensing justice. He wants his victims marked as Judas, wants their crimes to be revealed."
    "Then why not simply expose them? The data's there if you want to find it."
    "That isn't enough. The loss of the badge, the disgrace. It's too easy. Their punishment must come from him. He or she was punished in some way, very likely through the job, in a manner that is perceived as unjust. Perhaps he was falsely accused of some infraction. The system somehow failed him, and now cannot be trusted."
    "They knew him, or her."
    "Yes, I'm sure of it. Not only because the victims seem to have been unprepared for the attack but because, psychologically, this connection only increases the rage. It's very likely they worked with their killer. Possibly, some act of theirs was responsible, at least in the killer's judgment, for the injustice that occurred to him. When you find him, Eve, you'll find connections."
    "Do you see him in a position of authority?"
    "A badge is a position of authority."
    "Of command, then?"
    "Possibly. But not as one who's confident of command, no. His confidence comes from his rage, and his rage, in part, from his disillusionment in the system he's represented. In the system his victims had sworn to represent."
    "The system screwed him, they screwed the system. Why blame them?"
    "Because they profited by its flaws, and he lost."
    Eve nodded. It jelled for her. "You're aware now that the One twenty-eight is suspected of having a serious internal problem. The connection with organized crime. With Max Ricker."
    "Yes, your report to me made that clear."
    "I have to tell you, Dr. Mira, that it's been established that Detective Kohli was clean, and part of an IAB operation attempting to uncover this corruption."
    "I see." Her clear eyes clouded. "I see."
    "I don't know if the killer is aware of this as yet, but I doubt it. What will his reaction be when he learns Kohli was clean?"
    Mira got to her feet. Her training and her position made it necessary for her to put herself into the mind of murderers. As she did so, she wandered to the wide band of windows and looked out on the gardens where a sea of candy-pink tulips danced. She saw beyond them to the sweeps of shape and color, very much as