In Death 23 - Born in Death

tradition.”
    “Hey.”
    He laughed. “Do what you need to do, Lieutenant. I’ll be in your office.”
    She didn’t know who might have caught weekend duty, or who might be at a desk, but she hoped it was someone she had at least a passing and cordial relationship with.
    Otherwise, she’d have to start from scratch with whoever had the weekend command—and if things got sticky, and an incentive didn’tmake the cut, she’d go straight to Whitney. But that was something she hoped to avoid.
    She figured she lucked out when she spotted Lieutenant Jaye Smith grabbing what looked like an energy bar at Vending.
    “Smith.”
    “Hey, Dallas. Caught a Saturday tour, too?”
    “Not exactly.” Eve dug credits out of her pocket. “Grab me a tube of Pepsi, will you?”
    “Sure. It’s on me.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Great coat. Hell for leather, huh?”
    “You could say. Thanks,” Eve repeated when Smith offered the tube. “You got a minute for me?”
    “Sure. Want the lounge or the office?”
    “Let’s take your office.”
    “Business, then.” With a nod, Smith led the way.
    She was near fifty, Eve remembered, and had better than a quarter century on the job. Married with a kid, maybe two. She was on the short side, about five-three with a boxer’s kind of build. Tough and muscular. Her hair was many shades of blonde, and worn straight with shaggy ends that swung past her jaw.
    She wore her weapon as a sidearm at the hip, low, with a navy sweater over it.
    Eve knew her to be a solid cop, so tucked away the idea of waving sports or booze into the mix. With Smith, she could be direct, and put it all straight up.
    Lieutenant Smith’s office was bigger than Eve’s—but most were—and boasted what appeared to be two reasonably comfortable visitor chairs as well as a brushed steel desk that looked new.
    On it were the standard d-and-c unit, stacks of files, and a framed picture of a couple of teenagers—one of each kind—who Eve took to be Smith’s kids.
    From her office AutoChef, Smith got herself a mug of tea so dark it looked like coffee, then gestured to a chair. Instead of taking the desk, Smith settled into the other visitor’s seat.
    “So, what’s up? Lose somebody?”
    “Somebody looks to be lost. And I need you to do me a solid on it.”
    “You want me to shuffle a MP to the top of the pile for you, I can do that.” Rising, she opened a desk drawer. She was reaching for a recorder and a note pad when Eve shook her head.
    “That’s not exactly it either. Let me give you the situation.”
    Eve ran through it, watched Smith’s face, saw she was taking it in. “You’re thinking a snatch, and could be. But you got a pregnant woman, no partner, no known family, foreign. That’s a big plate heaped with several helpings of emotion. Could have snapped, taken off.”
    “Could, yeah. Thing is, nobody who knows her sees that.”
    “But you don’t,” Smith pointed out, “know her. Really.”
    “No. But I met her myself, twice, and I got a good gauge of her. I wouldn’t peg her to rabbit, or even to take a few days off somewhere. Not without telling anyone, missing an event she was juiced about, leaving all her things behind.”
    “You said you checked her ’links. No communication in or out that indicated any plans.” Smith pursed her lips. “An appointment she didn’t keep, a party where she didn’t show—with the gift wrapped and waiting. Okay, looks like you’ve got one to me.”
    “Time line and circumstance point to something going down after she left work, before she got home.”
    “I’d agree with that.” Sitting back, Smith sipped her dark, strong tea. “But you don’t want me to open a file and move on this?”
    “This friend of mine? The other pregnant one? She’s turned around about this, and she…” Eve blew out a breath. “Okay, she put me on a spot with this. So I’m going to ask you to let me handle the case.
    “I’m not looking to elbow you out,” Eve continued, when Smith frowned over her mug. “And I’d welcome any help or direction youcould give me, but Mavis is holding one of those emotion-heaped plates, too, and she’s looking to me to take care of it.”
    “Knows you, doesn’t know me or anybody in the unit.”
    “That’s the big of it, yeah. Mavis and I go back a long time. I don’t want her any more screwed up over this than she has to be.”
    “How far along is she?”
    “Mavis?” Eve pushed at her hair. “Heading to the final