In Death 19 - Visions in Death

to show his love and devotion?" "Whatever. So you and this guy call it off." "Aw. I don't like this part." "Who does?5 "Was it because I ate all those cookies and my ass got fat?" "Peabody!" "Okay, okay. Sir. I'm just trying to understand the motivation.
    Like who called it off, and why, and . . . never mind," she said when she saw Eve bare her teeth.
    "You call it off, go your separate ways. You still pals?" "Maybe. Depends. Don't bite through my jugular or anything, because it really does. Did the breakup involve calling each other unflattering names and hurling small, breakable objects, or was it sad, yet reasonable, a mutual decision. See?" Eve didn't see it, but stayed the course. "No, but we'll say, for this case, it was sad, yet reasonable. So later this guy hooks up with another skirt. How would you feel about that?" "Depends again. Am I hooked up with a guy? Is the other woman thinner than me, or better looking, or rich or something? Does she have perkier boobs? These factors play in." "Goddamn it, why does it have to be so complicated?" "Because it is." "No, you're with the guy, then you're not, then he's with somebody else. Simple, straightforward. Are you all chummy?" "Okay, let's see. I was hot for this guy before I moved to New York. We weren't cohabbing, but we were pretty involved. Stuck together, in every sense, for nearly a year.
    Then it fizzled. I wasn't wrecked or anything, but I was pretty, well, moony for a while. You get over it, though. We stayed friendly, you could say, and I used to see him around." "Is this going to take much longer? Will I need a hit of Stay-Up to get through the rest?" "You asked. Anyway, he hooked up with this skinny blonde with big tits. IQ of a rabbit, but hey, his choice, right? I felt a little pissy about it, but I got over that, too. Maybe, in some dark recesses of my soul, I wouldn't mind so much if he got a mild case of genital warts, but his dick doesn't have to actually fall off or anything. And if me and McNab ever take a spin out West, I can show him McNab off.
    And so there. No big." She waited a beat. "Still awake?" "Barely." "If you're thinking Celina's got some mojo vengeance thing going because of Grande and Sommers, I don't see it. Doesn't work that way anyhow." "What doesn't work that way? You just said depends about six million times." "The psychic angle doesn't work that way. It's not like she could put a spell on some guy, have him go around whacking women and make sure one of them was Sommers. Second, she came to us. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have made a blip on the investigative radar when Sommers got dead. Third, all evidence points to the fact that Sommers went into the park voluntarily and alone. Then there's the profile. Guy's a loner, a woman hater, and a predator." "You're right, all the way down the line. I guess I don't like paranormal logic, which smacks mightily of coincidence." "I think there's another factor working in your head." Eve said nothing for a long moment. "Okay. I don't like the whole setup. Depending on psychic visions or hypnosis.
    And I don't like Sanchez depending on me to bolster her up or hold her hand." "No more room at the Dallas Inn for another friend?" "Full up. Maybe if one of you moved off planet or met with a tragic accident I could juggle another one in." "Come on. You like her." "Yeah, so what? Do we have to be pals just because I like her? Does that mean we have to start hanging? Am I supposed to give her the last damn cookie now?" Peabody laughed, patted Eve's arm. "There, there. You'll get through this trial. You had a good time last night." Now Eve wanted to sulk, but she put her energy into scouting for a parking space. "Yeah, yeah. And don't think I don't know how this stuff works. Now we have to have everybody over to our place. Then you're going to have to have us over to yours, and--" "We're already planning on having a housewarming party." "See? See?" She zipped, with a deliberate recklessness she knew would have Peabody's heart stuffed into her throat, up to a second level, curbside. "It never ends. Once you start, you can't get off the friendship ride. You just keep circling around and around and around, with more people trying to cram on. Now I have to buy you a goddamn present just because you're shacked up in a new place."
    "We could really use some nice wineglasses." She was laughing as she climbed out of the car. "You know, Dallas, you're pretty lucky in your friends, of which I am one.