In Death 15 - Purity in Death

but a tidy, organized creep. Keeps his nest neat ordinarily. But the last several days, he's falling down on the domestic front. Keeping up with his business though. You're sick, you're hot, you're irritable. Neighbor hassles you, you crack. Makes better sense."
    "But, well, it doesn't really matter why Cogburn had batting practice on his neighbor."
    "It always matters why," Eve answered. "Ralph Wooster's dead, and Cogburn's paid for it. But it matters why."
    She opened drawers she'd opened and searched the day before. "Maybe he had a hard-on for Wooster all along. Maybe he wanted to shag Ralph's woman, or owed him money. And now he's feeling like shit and old Ralph's hammering on his door and yelling at him."
    She crouched down, shined a penlight deep into the recesses of a cupboard. "Point is, something made him snap, go postal. Could be his brain was frying. Morris said he was a dead man."
    "Even so, Trueheart's in Testing." Peabody glanced at her wrist unit. "Or just coming out of it. He'll have to face IAB whether or not Cogburn had a preexisting."
    "Yeah, but he'll feel better if it comes out he gave the guy the standard and acceptable stuns, and a preexisting was the root or cause of death. We get him that, he won't get the mandatory thirty-day vacation."
    She stayed crouched, frowning into space. "Anyway, I don't like how it feels. Just don't like it."
    "What's that song you're humming?"
    Eve stopped, cursed herself, straightened. "I don't know. Damn Morris. Let's knock on doors."
    ***
    It was amazing how many people lost their sense of hearing or their ability to communicate in coherent sentences when a badge was involved.
    More than half the doors Eve knocked on remained firmly shut, and whatever sounds emitting from inside were stifled instantly. The doors that opened revealed people no more helpful, with responses that ranged from I dunno to I didn't hear nothing from nobody.
    On the first floor, in apartment 11F, Eve's dwindling patience was rewarded.
    The blonde was young and looked half asleep. She wore a tiny pair of white panties and a thin tank. She yawned hugely in Eve's face, then blinked at the badge when it was shoved in front of her.
    "My license is paid up. I got six more months till renewal, and I just had my mandatory health check. I got the okay."
    "Good to know." As licensed companions went this one was on the young side and still looked fresh. The license was likely in its first year. "I'm not here about that. This concerns what happened on the fourth floor yesterday."
    "Oh! Wow! That was sure something. I hid in the closet until the screaming stopped. I was really scared. There was a big fight and people got killed and stuff."
    "Did you know either of the men who got killed?"
    "Sort of."
    "Can we come inside. Miss . . ."
    "Oh, oh, I'm Reenie, Reenie Pike - well Pikowski, but I'm changing it to Pike because, you know, it's sexier. I guess so - about coming in. My trainer said how we were supposed to cooperate with the police so we didn't get rousted and stuff."
    She was, Eve thought, the Trueheart of the licensed companion crowd. Still shiny and innocent despite her chosen occupation. "That's a good policy, Reenie. Why don't we all have some cooperation. Inside."
    "Okay, but the place is kinda messy. I sleep during the day, mostly, especially since it's so hot. Super hasn't fixed the climate control. I don't think that's right."
    "Maybe I can talk to him for you," Eve offered as she eased inside the door.
    "Really? That would be great. It's hard to bring clients back here because it's too hot for sex and stuff, and I'm only licensed for street work and most street clients don't want to pop for a hotel room and stuff. You know?"
    The furniture was spare, the layout identical to Cogburn's. Disorder came from scattered clothes in bright, come-hither colors, in the trio of wigs tossed about like tangled scalps and the army of cosmetic enhancements jumbled on the chest under the window.
    The air was hot enough to bake cookies.
    "What can you tell me about Louis Cogburn?" Eve began.
    "He liked it straight and quick. No fancy stuff."
    "That's really interesting, Reenie, but I wasn't really asking about his sexual preferences. But since you mention it, was he a regular client?"
    "Sort of." She moved around the room, picking up clothes, tossing them into a closet. "Once every couple weeks since I moved in. He was real polite about it, said how it was nice having an LC right in the building. He