In Death 16 - Portrait in Death

at their clubs and coffeehouses.
     
     
Others heading to apartments or action off campus. Breezing off to the subway, the bus stop. To the parking facilities. Older students, too, adults who'd decided to expand their horizons with an evening class.
     
     
Anyone might wander on campus. Columbia was part of the city, merged with it. The way it sprawled over Morningside Heights made security a joke. Rachel wouldn't have worried about it. She was a city girl, and she'd have thought of the campus as a kind of haven.
     
     
Had he walked behind her? Had he crossed that open area between buildings? Or had he walked toward her?
     
     
She paused, judging the distance to the dorm, the parking facilities, the buildings. He'd wait, Eve decided. Why be seen with her if he could avoid it, so watch and wait while she turned again, started moving on the walkway toward the dorms. Still a good, solid five-minute walk, and heading into more secluded areas.
     
     
She wasn't in a hurry, not with the whole night ahead of her. Dark by this time, but the paths are lit, and she knows her way. She's young and invulnerable.
     
     
It's a hot summer night, and she's enjoying it.
     
     
Rachel! Hi.
     
     
Very friendly, very easy. Just happened to spot her. And she'd stop, recognize the face. Flash that pretty smile.
     
     
But the killer doesn't want to loiter on the path. Someone could come by. Maybe fall into step with her to keep moving, talk about school. What are you working on, how's it going? Want me to carry that bag for you, it looks heavy.
     
     
Can't take her out here, got to get her to the vehicle, and that means parking facility.
     
     
Something to show her, or give her. Something in the van/ car/truck. Parked right over on Broadway. Just take a minute. Lead her along a little, keep up the chatter.
     
     
Not too many people heading on or off the campus now. And there has to be some risk, or there's less thrill.
     
     
Eve detoured toward the four-level vehicle port on Broadway used for college parking. Students and faculty bought a holo-stamp, fixed it to the window. They could come and go as they pleased. Visitors bought an hourly or daily. She made a note to get the data on how many vehicles left the facility between nine and ten on the night of the murder.
     
     
Of course, he could have parked elsewhere, could have lucked out and found something on the street, but this was the closest point between dorm and the classroom. And the port was more secluded, less likely to have people nearby than a spot on the street.
     
     
It was jammed now, but it wouldn't have been that evening. Nobody would have paid any attention to two people heading toward a vehicle.
     
     
Top level would have been the smartest because there would be fewer cars, less traffic at the top. Get her in the elevator if it's empty, the glide if it's not. Elevator would be lucky. Inside, a quick move with a pressure syringe full of opiates, a little hand squeeze, and she's floating.
     
     
By the time you step out, Eve mused as she rode up to level four, she's light-headed. Not to worry, I'll drop you off close to the dorm. No trouble at all to drive you down. Gee, you look a little pale, let's get you in the car.
     
     
Eve stepped out on the level, scanned the area. They had security droids do a run-through every thirty minutes or so, but the killer would know, would have it timed. Get her in the car, and it's over for her.
     
     
She'd be groggy, maybe unconscious by the time they were down to street level. Drive down Broadway and take her to the place you've prepared. Have to help her inside, so it's got to be fairly private. No lobby to go through, no security to record the moment. A house, a small downtown loft, a business closed for the night, an old building set for renovation.
     
     
A business maybe, with an apartment over it. All the conveniences in one place. Nobody to question what goes on inside when the doors are locked.
     
     
She stepped over to the rail, looked down over the campus, out over the city.
     
     
It could have been done in under fifteen minutes. Add the transportation time and there'd been plenty of time left to take that final portrait.
     
     
Back in her car, Eve contacted Peabody at Central. "Get me a list of businesses in or around the college that supply students. Clothes, food, recreation, study guides, whatever. And the photography studios and galleries in the same area. Flag anything that includes