In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

it's on me." Morse puffed out his cheeks. "I knew him, so it's a little too personal. He was a decent guy, liked to show off holo-shots of his kids. We don't get many happy faces around here." His eyes narrowed on hers. "I'm glad he's yours, Dallas. It helps knowing he's yours. You'll have my report by end of shift."
    He broke transmission and left her staring at a blank screen.
    "Popular guy," Eve commented. "Who had it so in for a decent guy, proud daddy, loving husband? Who's going to beat a cop to a bloody pulp, knowing the system bands together to collar a cop killer? Somebody hated our popular guy in a big, nasty way."
    "Somebody he'd busted?"
    You couldn't worry about the ones you busted, Eve mused. But you always kept them in mind. "A cop has a drink with and turns his back on someone he's busted, he's asking to have his head bashed in. Let's pump up the speed on getting all his records, Peabody. I want to see what kind of cop Taj Kohli was."
    Eve stepped into the squad room, had just turned toward her office, when a woman stood up from a bench in the waiting area.
    "Lieutenant Dallas?"
    "That's right."
    "I'm Rue MacLean. I've just heard about Taj. I..." She lifted her hands. "Roarke indicated you'd want to speak to me, so I thought I'd come in right away. I want to help."
    "I appreciate that. Just one moment. Peabody." She stepped aside with her aide. "Give the record drones a boost on Kohli, then run his financials."
    "Sir? His financials?'
    "That's right. You run into any blocks on that, call Feeney in EDD. Do some digging. Find out who he was tight with in his squad. He didn't talk to his wife about work, maybe he talked to someone else. I want to know if he had any hobbies, side interests. And I want to know what case files he was working on or was looking into. I want his life in front of me by end of shift."
    "Yes, sir."
    "Ms. MacLean? I'd like to take you into an interview room. My office is a little cramped."
    "Whatever you like. I can't believe this happened. I just can't understand how it could happen."
    "We'll talk about it." On the record. Eve thought, as she led Rue through the warren of Central to the interview area. "I'd like to record this," she said and gestured Rue into the boxlike room with a single table and two chairs.
    "Of course. I only want to help."
    "Have a seat." Eve activated the recorder. "Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, in interview with MacLean, Rue. Subject has volunteered to cooperate, on record, in the matter of Kohli, Taj. Homicide. I appreciate you coming in, Ms. MacLean."
    "I don't know what I can tell you that might help."
    "You manage the club where Taj Kohli worked as part-time bartender?"
    She was just the type Roarke would choose, Eve thought. Slick, sleek, lovely. Deep purple eyes, full of concern now, that shone like jewels against creamy skin.
    Delicate features, close to elegant, with just a hint of steel in the line of the chin. Curvy, petite, and perfectly groomed in a plum-colored skirt suit that skimmed her body and showed off great legs.
    Her hair was the color of sunlight and was drawn severely back in a fashion that required perfect confidence and good bones.
    "Purgatory. Yes, I've managed the club for four years now."
    "And before that?"
    "I was hostess at a small club downtown. Prior to that, I was a dancer. A performer," she added with a thin smile. "I decided I wanted to move off the stage and into management where I could keep my clothes on. Roarke gave me the opportunity to do so, first at Trends as hostess, then as manager of Purgatory. Your husband appreciates ambition, Lieutenant."
    That was an avenue best not traveled on record. "Are part of your duties as manager of Purgatory the hiring of employees?"
    "Yes. I hired Taj. He was looking for part-time work. His wife had just had a baby and was opting for professional mother status. He needed some extra money, was willing to work the late shift, and being happily married, wasn't likely to hit on the talent."
    "Are those the only requirements for employment at Purgatory?"
    "No, but they matter." Rue lifted her fingers. She wore a single ring, a trio of stones twisted together like snakes and studded with stones the same color as her eyes. "He knew how to mix drinks, how to serve. He had a good eye for troublemakers. I didn't know he was a cop. His application stated he worked in security, and it checked out."
    "What company?"
    "Lenux. I contacted the office, spoke with his supervisor -- well, or so I