In Death 14 - Reunion in Death

standing at her office window, looking out. She put herself back there, behind that narrow glass, and studied the buildings and windows across the street.
    "This one gets my vote." She ringed one of the buildings in light. "Or if there wasn't space available on one of these levels..." She ran a line through five stories. "This building. Those are her best angles. Hold on a minute."
    She walked into Roarke's office where he sat at his desk while his equipment hummed with efficiency. "I've got a priority location," she told him. "I want you to list that one so I can run a probability."
    "I'm running probabilities, on all three. Though I think that's your location."
    She glanced at his screen where he had the same visual up, and the building she'd earmarked highlighted.
    "Showoff."
    "Come sit on my lap and say that. You'd be looking for short-term leases, I imagine, and would want the run to move from the latest rentals back. How am I doing?"
    "You bucking to make that expert consultant, civilian gig permanent?"
    "Wouldn't that be fun?" He patted his knee, but she ignored him. "Ah, well, so much for fringe benefits. Your probabilities are coming up. I did these by line of sight. Easy enough to punch her data from your files into the mix and whittle this down considerably."
    "Just wait." She scanned the list of names that he ordered on-screen. "Bam! Daily Enterprises. Justine Daily, proprietor. That's our girl."
    She wanted to move, fast and hard, but reined herself in. "We'll be sure first. Dump this data onto my unit, would you? Let's try to keep this investigation reasonably official."
    "Of course. Lieutenant? I'll be going with you on this bust. Wait," he said as she opened her mouth. "However slim the chance you'll find her there, I'm going to be a part of it. She owes me."
    "You can't get whacked out every time I get banged up on the job."
    "Can't I?" The easy lilt had gone out of his voice, chilling it. "She's got a mind to come after us both, so I'm in this. I'll be there when you take her down. Whenever, wherever that might be."
    "Just remember who's taking her down." She turned back into her office. "Feeney, we've got a Justine Daily in the primary building. Data's in my unit. Run a background on her, and her Daily Enterprises."
    "Likes sticking with her own initials." He rose to take McNab's place at Eve's desk. "Those are the little foibles that screw bad guys to the wall."
    "I'm going to be the foible that screws her." Eve went to her 'link and requested the search-and-seize warrant, and the manpower to enforce it.
    ...
    In under an hour, she was moving down the corridor toward the offices of Daily Enterprises. The stairways were blocked, the elevators shut down. All exits were covered.
    And she knew in her gut they wouldn't find Julianna Dunne.
    Still, she would see it through, and motioned her team into place with hand signals. She drew her weapon, then flipped out her master and prepared to bypass the locks.
    Pulled back.
    "Wait. She'd have thought of this. She'd have counted on this." She stared hard at the cheap door, the cheap locks, then crouched down for a closer study. "I need some microgoggles here. A boom scan."
    "You figure she booby-trapped the door?" Feeney pursed his lips, crouched down with her. "She never worked with explosives before."
    "You learn a lot of handy household hints in prison."
    Feeney nodded. "Yeah, that you do."
    "You see anything hinky?"
    "Old locks. Feeble shit. Standard alarm from the looks of the panel. Want to call in the bomb sniffers?"
    "Maybe. I'm trying to out-think her, but I don't want pieces of my team scattered all over this hallway." She glanced up. Roarke was moving in behind her.
    "Why don't you let me have a look?" He already was, hunkering down and dancing those nimble fingers over the panel, the frame of the door. He drew his PPC out of his pocket, programmed in a task code, then interfaced it to the panel by a hair-thin cable.
    "It's hot," he confirmed.
    "Back. Pull back." Eve gestured to her team as she yanked out her communicator. "Clear civilians off this floor, and the ones directly above and below."
    "That won't be necessary, Lieutenant, if you'll just give me a minute here." Roarke already had the panel open by the time she turned back.
    "Get the hell away from there." She took two strides back to him, then stopped herself. She'd seen him defuse devices a great deal more destructive than a door blaster.
    "There." He spoke calmly to Feeney as he worked