In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

intending to tag Peabody when her aide stepped off the elevator across the wide lobby. "You're with me."
    Eve waited until they were out the doors and inside her unit. "Report?"
    "Kept to himself. Very polite, if aloof. Always perfectly dressed. Always alone. I talked to a dozen neighbors, and two guards, none had ever seen him with anyone. But, he had a server droid. One of the guards told me the Feebs carried out what was left of it. He claimed it looked like a self-destruct."
    "Covered his ass there."
    "A woman on the fifteenth floor, one of those society-type matrons, said she'd spoken to him occasionally in the lobby., and a number of times at the ballet and opera. You hit that one. She said he had season tickets to both, box seat, stage right. He always went solo."
    "We'll put some men on that, but he's not going to risk it now, no matter how much he gets into that stuff. He'll know we've blown his cover in this building, talked to neighbors. He'll bypass his usual haunts, at least for the time being."
    "I've gone to the opera with Charles a few times. I've been trying to pull it in, get a visual on that box. But it's not clicking. I could ask him. He goes a lot. Could have noticed."
    Eve drummed her fingers on the wheel, weighed, considered and ruthlessly cut off a Rapid Cab. "Run it by him, but don't fill him in. We've got too many fingers in this pie already without adding another civilian."
    "Speaking of pie," Peabody said, and looked longingly toward a corner glide-cart.
    "It's not even noon. You can't be hungry."
    "Can, too. I bet you didn't have breakfast. Missing the most essential meal of the day can make you cranky, and logy, and seriously affect your mental and emotional well-being. Studies -- "
    "Oh Christ!" Eve whipped to the curb, cut off yet another cab, then gave Peabody a steely glare. "You've got sixty seconds."
    "Watch me rock."
    She was out of the car like a laser flash, whipping out her badge to clear her path toward the scoop of soy fries her stomach was yearning for.
    She popped back in the car, seconds to spare, and offered Eve a beaming smile and a second scoop of fries. The smile wobbled only slightly when Eve took the scoop and tucked it between her thighs.
    "I didn't think you were hungry."
    "Then why'd you buy me a scoop?"
    "Just to be nice," Peabody said with some dignity as her hopes for two scoops -- after all she wouldn't have felt right about letting them go to waste -- were dashed. "I guess you want this, too."
    "Yeah, thanks." Eve snagged the tube of Pepsi, plucked out some fries, and shot back into traffic. "Record on my collar." Eve gestured to it with her chin. "Upload onto hard drive and disc. Get me your knock-on-doors report within the hour, and contact Charles Monroe."
    Peabody plucked off the recorder, slipped it onto her own jacket. "Yes, sir."
    "You know more about girl stuff than I do. Scan the record, the segment in Yost's dressing room deal. Give me a rundown on the enhancements. If it's out of your scope, I'm going to pass it to Mavis. She knows everything."
    "Anything above discount counter is out of my scope, enhancement-wise. I might recognize some of the brands though."
    "Make another copy of that segment. I'll tag Mavis."
    She finished the fries on the way up to her office, pitched the empty container, then closed herself in her office. She had one step to take before she hunkered down to paperwork, and she wanted to take it in private.
    As an extra precaution, she used her personal palm-link.
    Roarke answered on the second beep. "Hello, Lieutenant. How did it go?"
    "It went. I got to deck Jacoby with no official flak coming down on me, so that's something."
    "I hope you got it on record. I'd love to watch."
    "Har. Actually I did, which is why I had to deck him, and why I'm calling. I got..." She trailed off as she managed to look beyond his face and recognized the room.
    "What are you doing in there?" she demanded. "I told you I didn't want any data accessed on your unregistered."
    "Who said I was accessing data for you?"
    "Listen -- "
    "I do have other business. I have no intention of passing you data accessed in other than official and legal means."
    He'd simply filter it through Feeney first.
    "By the way, you've had the return transmission from The New Savoy. Confirmation of Yost's stay there. I've sent the pertinents to you. Now, what else can I do for you?"
    She studied him through narrowed and suspicious eyes. "Are you lying?"
    "About Yost's stay in