In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

bastard, poor social skills, and a tendency to refuse to broaden his focus."
    "In other words, a flaming asshole."
    "In other words. I think I'll go in and take a look at the recently departed myself. I'll get back to you."
    "Thanks, Morris. I owe you one."
    "Yeah, I like that part."
    "Morris? What's the tattoo?"
    Grinning, Morris tapped a finger on the illustration just under his left nipple. "The Grim Reaper. An equal opportunity employer."
    "You're a sick man, Morris." She clicked off. "A sick man."
    She'd kept her back to the reporters as she talked, and her radar up. Most of them, with nothing to feed on, were slipping away to do quick live-remotes.
    McNab jogged up to her.
    "Walk and talk," she ordered. "I want to keep clear of the media. Once they make a connection, we lose whatever advantage we've got."
    "It was McNamara's sedan. Good and torched. NYFD's saying there was a chemical accelerant. RD-52. It's a kind of flammable acid. You get a flash, fire burst, and it eats right through the metal while it burns. Really thorough. Witness saw the flash, went to take a look-see, and had the presence of mind to note down the vehicle ID before it evaporated. Five, ten more minutes, we'd have had nothing."
    "Smart, but not smart enough. They should've blasted off the ID before they torched it. Little mistakes." She looked back toward the river. "Robbery, my ass. Who rolls a guy, even takes his clothes, then wastes a luxury sedan? What do you bet McNamara paid his killer a visit after I talked to him?"
    "I'd put the bank on it."
    "If Renfrew was less of a moron, we could wrap this up tonight." Staring into middle distance, she juggled possibilities. "Dunwood doesn't know Renfrew's a moron. Renfrew'll notify next of kin, but that's the wife. No reason for the grandson to come into play there. And no reason for me not to pay him a visit to express my sympathy for his loss and question him. Lucias Dunwood. Get his address. Let's shake him up."
    "You got it."
    They separated, and Eve made another call. This one to home. "Hi." She tried a smile when Roarke came on. "I guess they're still there, huh?"
    As there was music blasting and the sound of half-drunken laughter rolling over it, Roarke just shrugged.
    "Look, I'm sorry I dumped it on you. Maybe you should lock yourself in one of the rooms. They'll never find you in that place."
    "I'm considering it. I take it you've called to let me know you'll be some time yet."
    "I don't know how long. A lot going on. If I can't close it down tonight, I'm still going to need Mavis and Trina tomorrow. Maybe you should lock them in a room."
    "Not to worry. I suspect they'll pass out soon enough."
    "There's that. Hold on." She turned to McNab. "What?"
    "Got an address, but it's bogus."
    "What do you mean, bogus?"
    "I mean the address listed for Lucias Dunwood is the Fun House, Times Square. I know because I spend a lot of time there. It's a big e-amusement center. No residences on premises."
    "He likes to play games," she replied. "Give me some room here." She stepped away until she was out of earshot. "Listen -- "
    "You'd like me to find Dunwood's actual address."
    "McNamara would've had it. I'm not going to be able to access his files from here because the primary on this is playing big stud dog with the investigation."
    "I see." Roarke was already moving away from the music.
    "I could call Whitney and get clearance, but that's messy. Plus, it makes me feel like a tattletale or something."
    "Mm-hmm."
    "I could tag Feeney, and he'd wangle authorization through EDD, but I've already gotten one person out of bed tonight." She glanced back at McNab. "Maybe more."
    "And I'm already up."
    "Yeah. Technically... well, just skimming the technicalities, I'm authorized to access some data because he's a suspect. Whether this data includes his address files or personal data is debatable, but I'd have clearance for it in the morning anyway so..."
    "Why wait? Would you like that address now, or would you like to keep rationalizing a bit longer?"
    She blew out a breath, noting that he'd gone up to his office while she'd been talking. "I'll just take the address."
    He gave it to her. "Oh, Lieutenant? Since that's only a few blocks from here, perhaps you'll make it home while I still have my sanity."
    "I'll do my best. Guess I owe you one, too."
    "Be sure I'll collect."
    She broke transmission, signalled McNab. "Get Peabody. We're moving."
    She was nearly to her vehicle when she saw Nadine, leaning on