In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

could close both cases quickly,"
    "This is my crime scene." He jabbed a finger at her again. "I say who comes on it and who doesn't. And I want you out. Remove yourself or I'll have you removed."
    Eve stuck her hands in her pockets before she could give in to the urge and punch him. "Have me removed, Renfrew." She dug out her recorder, watched his face go red and tight as she fixed it to her jacket. "Officially and on record have me removed from a crime scene that is potentially linked to an ongoing homicide investigation of which I am primary. Have me removed after I've asked you for the cooperation and courtesy to exchange information that may aid in both investigations."
    She stared him down, waited five humming seconds. Around them, crime scene techs had stopped their work to watch. "Have me removed," she said again, "but before you take that step, you'd better think carefully about how such an action will look on the official record, how it's going to play in the media who are standing at the edges of your scene, and how you're going to justify such an act to your superiors."
    "Turn that goddamn recorder off."
    "It stays on. We're past doing this the easy way. I'm identified as Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and request from you, Renfrew..." She dropped her gaze to his badge. "... Detective Matthew, a report on your investigation into the death of Theodore McNamara as this same individual was a potential witness, a potential suspect in a series of homicides of which I am primary investigator."
    "You can read my report when I file it. That's all I'm required to give you, Lieutenant. I've got nothing to say to you at this time."
    When he stalked off, Eve hissed out a breath. She turned to one of the crime scene techs. "What have you got?"
    "We've got nothing here. Body got tangled in some lines, otherwise it would've kept on keeping on. Renfrew, he's a dick. He should have a unit looking up-current for the dump site."
    "Time of death?"
    "Seventeen-forty."
    "Thanks."
    "Me, I'm loaded with cooperation and courtesy."
    She spotted Peabody and headed over. "With me." She walked away from the crowd, passed through the barricade at its thinnest point. "I want you to check on an automotive torching, late model luxury vehicle. About a half mile from here. Find out who it's registered to."
    "Yes, sir."
    Eve pulled out her own 'link, then saw McNab. "What happened to you?"
    "A slight altercation." He touched fingers gingerly to his bruised eye.
    "Peabody, did you pop McNab?"
    "No, sir."
    "Since you're here and aren't in the middle of an altercation with my aide, you check on the torching. Peabody, cozy up with some of the uniforms, first on-scene was Lewis and her partner. See what else you can get from them. Steer clear of the primary. That's Detective Renfrew, the flaming asshole."
    "Did you pop the flaming asshole, sir?"
    "No, but it was a close call." She turned away and used her 'link.
    When the ME answered, his voice was slurred with sleep.
    "Gee, Morris, did I wake you up?"
    "What is this, you never sleep so no one else is allowed to? What the hell time is it?"
    "Time to do a friend a favor." When he sat up, shifted, Eve winced. "Man, either block video or watch the sheets, will you?"
    "Despite male propaganda, I can officially attest that one man's balls are pretty much the same as another's." But he twitched the sheets back up to his waist. "But when you fantasize about me later, and you will, make it good. Now, what do you need?"
    "You've got a victim checking into the morgue. McNamara, Theodore."
    "Dr. Theodore McNamara?"
    "That's the one."
    Morris whistled. "Since I'm talking to you, I have to assume the famous doctor didn't buy it from natural causes."
    "He's recently been plucked out of the East River, and it doesn't appear he'd decided to take a little swim."
    "If you're calling to ask me to flag him priority, you're wasting a favor. High-profile name, high-profile treatment."
    "That's not the favor. I'm not primary on this one, but McNamara's connected to my sexual homicides. I had a chat with him this afternoon, and had him booked for formal tomorrow. I need a head's-up on the autopsy. All the data from the body and from the primary's interaction with the pathologist assigned."
    "Why doesn't the primary copy you?"
    "He doesn't like me. I gotta tell you, my feelings are real hurt over it."
    "Who's primary?"
    "Renfrew, Detective Matthew."
    "Ah." Morris plumped the pillows behind him, laid back. "Territorial little