In Death 14 - Reunion in Death

duty."
    The little girl raced ahead of him, chattering in the strange foreign tongue of toddlers.
    "I'm sorry to inconvenience you," Eve began. Her gaze, steady on Maureen's face, was cool, flat, and blank. "This won't take long. You were a friend of Marsha Stibbs?"
    "Yes, of both her and Boyd. This is very upsetting for Boyd."
    "Yes, I'm sure it is. How long had you known Mrs. Stibbs before her death?"
    "A year, a little longer." She looked desperately toward the kitchen where there was rattling and laughter. "She's been gone almost six years now. We have to put it behind us."
    "Six days, six years, someone still took her life. Were you close?"
    "We were friends. Marsha was very outgoing."
    "Did she ever confide in you that she was seeing someone else?"
    Maureen opened her mouth, hesitated, then shook her head. "No. I don't know anything. I talked to the police when it happened, and told them everything I could. What happened was horrible, but there's no changing it. We've got a new life now. A good life, a quiet one. You coming here like this, it'll only make Boyd grieve again. I don't want my family upset. I'm sorry, but I'd like you to go now."
    Outside in the hall, Peabody glanced back as Eve strode to the elevator. "She knows something."
    "Oh yeah, she does."
    "I figured you'd push her a little."
    "Not on her turf." Eve stepped into the elevator. She was already calculating, already resetting the pieces of the puzzle. "Not with her kid there, and Stibbs. Marsha's waited this long, a little more time won't matter to her."
    "You think he's clean though."
    "I think..." Eve pulled the file and disc out of her bag, held it out. "You should work it."
    "Sir?"
    "Work the case, Peabody. Close the case."
    Jaw dropping, Peabody stared. "Me? Like the primary? On a homicide?"
    "You'll have to work it mostly on your own time, especially if we get something active. Read the file, study the reports and statements. Re-interview. You know the drill."
    "You're giving me a case?"
    "You got questions, you ask them. I'll consult if and when you need it. Copy me on all data and progress reports."
    Peabody felt the adrenaline surge through her blood, and the nerves flood her belly. "Yes, sir. Thank you. I won't let you down."
    "Don't let Marsha Stibbs down."
    Peabody hugged the file to her breast like a beloved child. And kept it there all the way back to Central.
    As they rode up from the garage, Peabody sent Eve a sidelong look. "Lieutenant?"
    "Hmm."
    "I wonder if maybe I could ask McNab to assist on the electronic data. The victim's 'links, apartment building's security discs, and so on."
    Eve jammed her hands in her pockets. "It's your case."
    "It's my case," Peabody repeated, in an awed whisper. She was still grinning, ear to ear, when they headed down the corridor to the bullpen.
    "What the hell is that racket?" Eve's eyebrows drew together, her fingers danced instinctively over her weapon at the sound of shouts, whistles, and general mayhem rolling out of the Homicide Division.
    She stepped in first, scanned the room. No one was at their desk or in their cube. At least a dozen duly authorized officers of the law were crowded into the center of the room, having what sounded suspiciously like a party.
    Her nose twitched. She smelled bakery goods.
    "What the hell's going on here!" She had to shout, and her voice still fell short of cutting through the din. "Pearson, Baxter, Delricky!" Since she accompanied this with a quick punch on Pearson's shoulder, a sharp elbow jab to Baxter's gut as she pushed through the crowd, she managed to snag some attention. "Are you all under the illusion that death's taken a fucking holiday? Where the hell'd you get that cupcake?"
    Even as she jabbed a finger, Baxter stuffed what was left of it in his mouth. As a result, his explanation was incoherent. He merely grinned around the frosting and pointed.
    She saw it now-cupcakes, cookies, and what appeared to have been a pie before a pack of wolves had descended on it. And she spotted two civilians in the middle of that pack. The tall, skinny man and the robust, pretty woman were both beaming smiles and pouring some sort of pale pink liquid out of an enormous jug.
    "Stand down! Every one of you, stand down and go back about your business. This isn't a damn tea party."
    Before she could push her way through to the civilians, she heard Peabody scream.
    She whirled, weapon leaping into her hand, and was nearly plowed down as her aide streaked by and