In Death 20 - Survivor in Death

airboots on my feet--”
    Peabody’s lips twitched. “Salmon.”
    “What, you’re hungry?”
    “No.” Peabody took another sip of water and laughed, then winced and rubbed her ribs. “The shoes. The color’s salmon.”
    “More the reason. I’m really going to wear fish shoes. So--God, what was I saying?”
    “You’re not taking me off because ...”
    “Because if it were me, the job’s going to take my mind off the fact I nearly got taken out.”
    “It does. I’ve woken up sweaty a few times the last weeks, which has nothing to do with mattress dancing with McNab. But it’s getting better. I’m getting better. I need to work.”
    “Agreed. In addition to the above reasons, I didn’t call you in tonight because ...”
    She reached past Peabody to close the door. “... I sent them in. Knight and Preston. I knew them, too, and I sent them in, and now they’re dead. I had to deal with that first, on my own. Now I have, so let’s get to work.”
    Peabody sat. “I wasn’t mad at you. Well, yeah, I was, but it was easier to be mad at you, to let it center there, than ...”
    “I know that, too. Get some coffee.”
    “Hey, you actually offered me coffee.”
    “I meant get some coffee for me, but you can have some, too.”
    Peabody pushed up, went to the AutoChef. While she programmed, she studied the board. “What have we got?”
    It didn’t take long to brief her.
    “Have you got a copy of the ‘link transmission? I’d like to hear it.”
    Eve took out a disc, plugged it in, called up the recording.
    While it played, Peabody sipped coffee. “It’s off--just a little, but it’s close. The way it says, ‘I’m aware of that,’ when he questions you contacting him on the house ‘link. I’d have known it wasn’t you, but he doesn’t talk with you every day, so yeah, he’d have bought it. Initially. Then, give him another ten seconds, and he’s going to think: blocked video, you never addressed him by name or rank, and you don’t do drone work. You wouldn’t be the one to contact all the plants and inform. You’d be too busy with the suspects.”
    “He didn’t have the additional ten seconds. He goes up to answer the ‘link. Only house ‘link in the place, and in that room because that room’s secured, for police only when there’s a witness on the premises. Good spy equipment, they can locate that, and it’s good for them. Separate the two of them. Up and down, keeping one on the ‘link just long enough to finish bypassing. He hasn’t even ended the transmission when they’re in.”
    “Who called it in? Who called in the officer down?”
    “They didn’t make their required hourly check-in. Backup team sent in, found them. Canvass turned up zilch, so far.”
    “Those locations are soundproofed. Nobody would have heard the weapons’ fire.”
    “It’s street level, they had to close the door behind them. Don’t miss a trick. In, one of them gives it a boot. Knight comes out, shouts the warning, and he’s down before he can draw his weapon. Preston responds, gets off one stream, and he’s down. Finish them off, do a quick search--not going to miss anything this time. Then they’re out.”
    “Had to have a vehicle somewhere, running the surveillance, the electronics.”
    “The third man, at least one more. Possibly two now. One to drive, one to handle the equipment. Inside guys report the target’s not there, the vehicle heads for a pickup spot, or just back to HQ. These guys walk away. Walk away from the scene because somebody might notice and remember seeing two guys get into a van outside a place where two cops got their throats cut. Too many people around there, walking, running shops, hailing cabs. It’s not a pit like where they snatched Newman.”
    “Somebody might’ve noticed two guys entering and leaving the scene.”
    “Yeah, and we’ll hope so, but it’s less of a risk. A couple of pedestrians, as opposed to two men jumping into the back of a van--especially since the reports of how Newman was abducted are all over the screen. Better to mix things up than form too recognizable a pattern.”
    “And we still don’t know why.”
    “We work with what we know. Extreme knowledge of electronics and surveillance, commando-style hits. Multiple participants. This is a team, and well-lubed. This team, or a member of it, ordered or requested the hit on the Swishers. And there’s a good chance they-- What?” she called out, irritated at the knock on her