In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him. Make the time, and go talk to your husband."
    "I will."
    "I have to get back to the office." Mira rose. "I plan to finish up early today, go home, and ravish my husband."
    Amused, Eve watched Mira, dignity and grace, walk to the door. "Doctor?"
    "Yes?"
    "The, um, mother thing? That was weird. But nice."
    "It's nice for me, too. Good-bye, Eve."
    Recharged, Eve walked into her office and ordered Peabody and McNab to take a twenty-minute break. But when McNab made a beeline for the kitchen in her office, she headed him off.
    "No, downstairs, upstairs, outside. Somewhere else. I want quiet. Stay out of the bedrooms," she added when she caught the gleam in his eye.
    She settled down, contacting Feeney first. If and when she was called to The Tower, she wanted him along.
    "Computer, run probability using all available data re Roth, Captain Eileen, as perpetrator in homicide cases in file."
    Working...
    Eve wandered the room while the computer crunched data and percentages. Recharged, yes, she thought. She was also restless, energized, ready to move.
    She thought of Roth, desperately trying to blend her professional and personal lives. Failing at one, endangering the other.
    "That's not going to happen to me."
    Whatever it took, she thought, she was going to make it work. On both sides.
    Requested analysis as follows... Using available data, probability Roth, Captain, committed homicides on file is sixty-seven point three percent.
    Low, Eve thought, but not out of the running.
    "Computer, recalibrate with additional data, for my eyes only. Captain Roth's recurrent alcohol addiction, failing marriage, and financial crisis. In addition, subject Roth was aware of victim's employment at Purgatory and had visited the scene in the weeks prior to the incident."
    Working... Additional data increases probability by twelve point eight percent for a total percentage of eighty point one.
    "Yeah, it makes a difference. That puts you on the short list, Captain. Who else have we got?"
    Before she could move on, her 'link beeped. "Dallas."
    "Martinez."
    There was background noise, a great deal of it. Air and street traffic, Eve decided. Martinez wasn't calling from the squad room.
    "You got anything for me?"
    "I've got holes in the data files, holes that don't match my own records. I've backtracked, cross-referenced, but I can't pin down who did the shifting. Somebody sure as hell messed with the reports, just a little twist here and there."
    "You get me a copy, I'll have a friend -- a discreet friend -- in EDD pin it down. He's a bloodhound. He'll smell it out."
    "I don't want to send it through the system at Central."
    "Home office." Eve rattled off the proper identification code.
    "Got it. Hey, I thought you were going to pull the tag on me."
    "I did."
    "Well, if you did, I've picked up another one. And they're cops. I know a cop tag."
    "Just go about your routine. Don't contact me on any departmental line."
    "I know the drill, Lieutenant."
    "Right. You need to talk to me, contact through my home or my personal 'link. Ready?" She reeled off the numbers. "Don't take any chances, don't be a hero. And don't trust anybody."
    "I don't. Not even you."
    "Fine," Eve murmured when the transmission ended. "Just so you keep breathing."
    She turned away from the 'link. She scanned through Peabody's current runs and results and found an additional three potentials in the One twenty-eighth. Wanting a visual impression, she called up ID photos, stopped, smiled a little, and focused on one.
    "Well, well, if it isn't our oinking detective. Vernon, Jeremy K. I don't like your face, Jerry. Let's have a closer look at you, and the hell with the flags."
    She dug through his financials and saw nothing to ring alarms. She did a search and scan on connecting accounts, keying in variations of his name, trying for the numbers by using date of birth, address, his precinct, his badge number.
    She was well into it when Peabody strolled back in. "Did you know you have paella? With honest-to-God shellfish? I've never had paella for lunch."
    "Yum yum." Eve didn't bother to look up. "Use the other unit and copy the data on Detective Jeremy Vernon."
    "You got something?"
    "Yeah, I got me a nibble here. How many cops have numbered bank accounts in another city?" Now she did glance up, giving Peabody a speculative look.
    "Not me. By the time I pay the first of the months, factor in