In Death 19 - Visions in Death

wasting public funds, police man-hours, and denying the citizens of New York access to public grounds while you chase the wild goose." Politics weren't her forte, but she'd already gotten there on her own. "The timing. In all probability he was still inside the park, very likely still with the victim at the dump site when the first officers on scene arrived. He had to have her blood on him. If the timing was that close, he might not have had the time or the inclination to clean up. I know he didn't.
    We found blood trails already. From kill site to dump site, and from there heading east. If I can mark his trail, his movements--" "Do you think because I've sat at a desk I don't remember how it works in the thick? Every piece you find is another piece, simple as that. And while the mayor may not understand that, Tibbie will. We'll handle it." "Thank you, sir." "What's your next move?" "I want to bring in EDD. I've been compiling a list, residents in a sector that rays out from the craft shop that each of the vies frequented, and a couple of gyms I need to check out that may apply. I need to juggle it down, crosscheck.
    We find names. We find matches residents, members, customers. We match and we eliminate and we find him.
    Feeney can cut through it faster, faster than I can, and then I can stay in the field instead of at a comp." "Get it started." She walked out with him, and parted ways to go back to her office.
    It was easy to brief Feeney. He understood her shorthand, her direction.
    "Won't be quick," he warned her. "But we'll get on it as soon as you get us the data." "I'm going to pressure the customer lists from the craft shop. Actually, two of them. One's out of the parameter, but not by much. I'll do the same at the gyms for membership lists. I'll feed you what I get as I get it, and shoot the data we gathered last night to your office unit." "Works for me." "I've been running eye banks. Donors and receivers. I think it's a time waster, but it has to be factored in. I'm going to give you what I've got on that, so you can add it to the mix." "Give me all you got. You're looking pretty peaky there, Dallas." "Peaky? Jeez." She cut transmission. She zipped files, lists, even her work notes to Feeney. Despite the peaky remark, she thought, he had a cop's brain. Maybe outside of the e-work, he'd see something she'd missed.
    She grabbed the jacket she'd forgotten to put back on after her shower. Striding into the bull pen, she gave Peabody a come-ahead.
    "Let's roll out."

CHAPTER 12
    "What does peaky mean?" Peabody wrinkled her brow. "I dunno. Ah, a little look-see you know, peekaboo?" "No." Eve idled at a light. "As applies to someone's appearance.
    They look peaky." "Beats me, but it doesn't sound good. Want me to try to look it up?" "No. I asked Feeney to do the matches, looking for names that come up residentially, and in consumer and/or employee lists from the area we've outlined, the shops and fitness facilities within. We need to get the lists." "Feeney will find matches quicker than either of us. But it's still going to take time, considering the size of the area and the number of people we're dealing with. Then there's the number of matches to wade through. People tend to do at least some of their shopping and business in their own neighborhoods." "Then we profile them. Unmarried males to start." "I can follow the detecting dots. He likely lives alone, is between thirty and fifty." "Closer to thirty," Eve interrupted. "Close, I think, to the ages of his victims." "Why?" "I don't know, just feels right. It could be a kind of trigger, couldn't it? The age. The age he is himself, the age he sees her _ the one he's really killing. He's grown up, he's on equal ground now. He can punish her." Eve jerked a shoulder.
    "I sound like Mira." "Some. And like Mira, it sounds plausible. So, we assume he's around thirty. We know he's strong, has big feet.
    According to our civilian consultant, he also has big hands and is well over six feet in height. But we can verify through evidence, the strength and the feet." While negotiating traffic, Eve glanced at her partner.
    "Doesn't sound like you're convinced by our civilian consultant." "I believe her, but her visions aren't hard fact. We work with the facts, and consider the rest." "Now that's the kind of cynicism I like to hear." "She isn't making this stuff up, and she didn't fake her reaction to the murder weapon. Dog-sick in the bathroom.
    Another couple of minutes I'd