In Death 16 - Portrait in Death

goggles on she could see the bits of NuSkin adhesive left around the wound. "And he didn't drown either. Primary's assessment, cause of death, heart wound induced by thin blade. Tox report will likely show opiates in bloodstream."
     
     
She sat back on her heels. "Contact Morris. I want him on this one. Run the victim's prints, Peabody, to verify ID. Get time of death, finish the scene exam. Get the names and addresses of next of kin. Then have him bagged, tagged. Homicide. I'm going to question the civilians."
     
     
She heard Peabody take a breath to steady herself as she walked away.
     
     
The couple sat close on the steps. Hip to hip in their fancy evening clothes. The woman was wearing a black-and-white speckled dress that wound around her body like the snake it mimicked. Her hair had probably started out the evening in a golden tower, but the tower had crumbled considerably, sending poofs and curls and straggles in and around her face.
     
     
The man had fared little better. His jacket was bundled in a wet ball beside him, and his snow-white ruffled shirt was transparent from his dip in the fountain. He was barefoot, with his soggy silver shoes on the steps. His pants were still dripping and clung to skinny legs.
     
     
She put them both just shy of thirty.
     
     
She motioned to the uniform to step aside, then tapped her badge. "I'm Lieutenant Dallas. Tell me what happened."
     
     
"He was in the water. I pulled him out. He was dead. I feel sick."
     
     
"I know this is difficult." She imagined he did feel sick, not only from the experience but from the crash from whatever party favors they'd been imbibing earlier in the evening. "How did you find him?"
     
     
"We went to the ballet-Giselle-then to a party. Friend's house on Riverside Drive."
     
     
"That's not exactly next door. What were you doing back here at four in the morning?"
     
     
"It's not against the law to walk around at four in the morning." The woman spoke up, a whiny baby-doll voice that instantly put Eve's nerves on edge.
     
     
"Nope, but sucking up illegals at a party half the night is. We can get through this quick and easy, or we can make it tough and I can take you into custody, run a tox screen."
     
     
"We were just trying to help," the man protested.
     
     
"That's why I'm not going to run the tox. Let's start again." She pulled out a notebook. "I need your names."
     
     
"I'm Maxville Drury. Look, I'm an executive at Fines and Cox, the ad agency. I don't want any trouble."
     
     
"You guys do the blimps, right, and the holoboards along the FDR?"
     
     
"Among other things."
     
     
"Do you have any idea how irritating they are?"
     
     
He managed a smile. "Yeah."
     
     
"Just wondered. Miss?"
     
     
"Loo Macabe. I'm a shoe designer."
     
     
"You design those?"
     
     
"Yes, I did."
     
     
"Interesting. Now that we're pals, why don't you tell me exactly what happened? You were here for the ballet, you went to a party. Then?"
     
     
"Okay." Maxville drew a deep breath. "We left the party. I didn't notice the time, honest to God. We were feeling good, up, you know? It's a hot night, and we were just sort of joking around about what it would be like to cool off in the fountain. One thing led to another, and we ended up back here. We were thinking we could not only cool off in the fountain, but heat up. You know?"
     
     
Eve glanced at Loo's face, caught the foolish little smile. "Must've been some party."
     
     
"I told Max how I have this contest going with some friends on who can make it at the most New York landmarks. And we thought, what the hell, let's chalk up a couple points."
     
     
"So you came back here, and... ?"
     
     
"I just sort of jumped in," Max continued. "Jesus, I almost landed on him. I hauled him up, dragged him out. Loo called for an ambulance. I tried to give him mouth-to-mouth, CPR. I tried. I don't know if I did it right, everything got all jumbled up. I don't know if I did it right."
     
     
Because he was looking up at her for some kind of reassurance, Eve sat beside him. "He was gone, Max. He was gone before you got here. There was nothing you could have done. But you tried, and you called for help. So you did it right."
     
     
She watched dawn come up, a hazy light in a milky sky. Street and security lights faded out, and the grand fountain spurted into life, spewing its towers of water into the heavy air.
     
     
The sounds of morning were the clank and bang of recycle bins being