In Death 21 - Origin in Death

Reo?"
    “We have a warrant to enter any and all of these facilities," Reo began, and held up the copy she'd printed out. "To search same for evidence pertaining to two homicides in the State of New York, borough of Manhattan."
    "We have a secured scene," the second uniform repeated, an; planted his feet.
    "Name and rank," Eve snapped.
    "Gaitor, Deputy, James County Sheriffs Department." He sneered when he said it, and Eve allowed him to keep his skin, due to the possibility that he was just dirt stupid.
    "You're going to want to check with your superior, Deputy Gaitor, or I will detain you and charge you with obstruction of justice."
    "You don't have any authority here."
    "This warrant gives me authority to fill out its terms and requirements, which were agreed to by the State of New Hampshire. So you're going to contact your boss, Gaitor, within the next ten seconds, or I'm going to take you down, cuff you, and toss your idiotic, puffed-up ass in the nearest confinement facility."
    She saw it in his eyes, saw the twitch of his hand. "You reach for that weapon, Deputy, and you won't have use of your hand for a week. But you won't need it as I'll have twisted your undersized dick into a pretzel so even the thought of jerking off will cause you unspeakable pain."
    "Jesus, Max, ease back." The first deputy took his fellow by the arm. "I contacted the sheriff, Lieutenant. He's coming out. We can walk over and meet him."
    "Appreciate it."
    "I love watching her work," Roarke commented to Feeney.
    "Was kind of hoping that asshole would reach for his weapon. Better show that way."
    "Maybe next time."
    Gaitor strode ahead, intercepting a man Eve recognized as Hyer. Hyer listened, shook his head. Then he pulled off his hat, rubbed his hand over his head before jabbing a finger toward one of the patrol cars.
    Gaitor peeled off, stiff-legged. Hyer walked toward Eve.
    "What's New York doing dropping out of the sky in that big, black son of a bitch?"
    "Search warrant, relating to two homicides on my turf. Lieutenant Dallas," she added, offering a hand. "Homicide, NYPSD."
    "Jim Hyer, sheriff. And ain't this a kick in the gonads? You threaten to manhandle and detain my deputy, New York City?"
    "I did."
    "I'm betting he earned it. Got us a hell of a thing here. School president found dead as a split trout inside her private quarters."
    "That would be Samuels, Evelyn?"
    "It would."
    "And would cause of death be stabbing? Single wound, medical scalpel, to the heart."
    His eyes leveled, considered hers. "That would be one hundred percent correct. Gonna have to get you a stuffed ladybird as your prize this afternoon. We going to do some tit for tat here, New York City?"
    "No problem for me. Peabody? My partner, Detective Peabody. I have with me the captain of our EDD sector and an EDD detective, two doctors, an APA, and an expert consultant, civilian. We'll be at your disposal on your homicide, Sheriff, and will share the data that will link yours to ours."
    "Can't ask for better than that. You want to see the body, I expect."
    "I do. If the rest of my team can be shown where to wait, my partner and I will take a look at your scene."
    "Freddie, take care of these nice tourists. It's the damnedest thing." he continued as they walked toward the main building of the Academy. "Victim had an appointment with some rich woman from out of state. Witness statements-those we've taken so far-and security cameras show them doing a quick tour, then going into the victim's quarters. Refreshments were ordered prior and already in place. Eleven minutes later, the woman walks out, shuts the door, strolls out of the building and into the car she came with. Driver heads out, and they're gone."
    He snapped a finger. "We got the vehicle, make, model, and its plates from the cameras. Duly registered in the name of the woman. We got her cold on the discs. Name of Desiree Frost."
    "It'll be bogus," Eve told him.
    "Is that a fact?"
    Schools never failed to give Eve the jitters, but she walked with Hyer across the great hall. It was silent as a tomb.
    "Where do you have the students, the staff?"
    "Moved the whole kit and caboodle to the theater in another building. They're secure."
    They walked up the wide steps, stopped at the doorway of the scene Eve saw, with some relief, that the body had not yet been moved. Inside were three people, two still wearing the protective suits of crime scene and the third examining the body.
    "What we got here is Dr. Richards,