In Death 16 - Portrait in Death

Clean. There was something else the two victims had in common, she decided. They were clean. No history of illegals, no major illnesses on medical records. Good sharp brains, nice healthy young bodies.
     
     
She turned to the computer and started a run on any imaging business with Light in the name. She got four hits, noted them, then ran books on imaging with Light in the title. At some time, she was certain, her killer had been a student.
     
     
She hit several, and was about to print them out when one caught her eye.
     
     
Images of Light and Dark, by Dr. Leeanne Browning.
     
     
"Okay," Eve said aloud. "Time to go back to school, one more time."
     
     
When the conference door opened, she spoke without looking up. "Peabody, requisition and download a copy of a photographic text book titled Images of Light and Dark, by Leeanne Browning. Use the auxiliary computer. I'm not done here."
     
     
"Yes, sir. How did you know it was me?"
     
     
"You're the only one who walks like you. Find out if there's an actual book copy available while you're at it. It may be helpful."
     
     
"Okay, but what does that mean? How do I walk?"
     
     
"Quick march in cop shoes. Working here."
     
     
Eve didn't have to look up this time either to know Peabody was scowling at her shoes. She did a cross-check to locate and highlight any other book, paper, or published images by Browning, ran them through.
     
     
Sulu had gone to Juilliard, but lived only a few blocks away from the Browning/Brightstar apartment. Could be another connection, she mused.
     
     
"I can get it in both e and print versions, Lieutenant."
     
     
"Get both. While it's downloading, you might want to check the schedule for upcoming detective exams. You've been cleared to take the next one."
     
     
"I need to wait until the requisition clears, then..." Her voice trailed off.
     
     
"I said get both. Screw the requisition. Order them. I'll cover it until the red tape clears."
     
     
"The detective exam." Peabody's voice was a squeak. "I'm going to take the detective exam?"
     
     
Eve swiveled in her chair, kicked out her legs. Her aide had gone ice pale, right down to the lips. Good, Eve thought. It wasn't a step any good cop should take lightly. "You're cleared for it, but it's your call. You want to stay in uniform, you stay in uniform."
     
     
"I want to make detective."
     
     
"Okay. Take the exam."
     
     
"Do you think I'm ready?"
     
     
"Do you?"
     
     
"I want to be ready."
     
     
"Then study up, take the exam."
     
     
Her color was coming back, slowly. "You put my name up, cleared it with the commander."
     
     
"You work under me. You're assigned to me. It's up to me to put your name up if I think you do good work. You do good work."
     
     
"Thanks."
     
     
"Now keep doing good work and get me what I told you to get me. I've got to go drag Baxter and Trueheart into this."
     
     
Eve walked out. She didn't have to look back to know Peabody was grinning.
     
     
Chapter 14
     
     
Eve found Leeanne Browning at her apartment. The professor wore a long red shirt over a black skinsuit, and had her hair bundled back in a braid.
     
     
"Lieutenant Dallas. Officer. You just caught me. Angie and I were about to head out." She gestured them inside as she spoke. "We're going to spend a few hours working in Central Park. The heat brings out all sorts of interesting characters."
     
     
"Including us," Angie said, hauling a large toolbox into the room.
     
     
Leeanne laughed, low and lusty. "Oh, absolutely including us. What can we do for you?"
     
     
"I have some questions."
     
     
"All right. Let's sit down and try to answer them. Is this about poor Rachel? There's a memorial service for her tomorrow evening."
     
     
"Yes, I know. I'd like you to look at these. Do you recognize the subject?"
     
     
Leeanne took the image of Kenby, standing in front of Juilliard. "No." While Eve watched her face, Leeanne pursed her lips. "No," she said again. "I don't think he's one of mine. I'd remember this face. Striking face."
     
     
"Good form," Angie added, leaning over the back of the sofa. "Nice, graceful body type."
     
     
"An excellent study. Very well done. The same, isn't it?" Leeanne asked. "It's the same portrait artist. Is this handsome young man dead?"
     
     
"How about this one?" Eve offered the picture of the dance troupe.
     
     
"Ah, a dancer. Of course. He's built like one, isn't he?" She made a small sound, a little breath of