In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

plate, she noted, key swipe, voice recognition, full perimeter camera scans. Basic standards for a high-end system. And the code, she recalled, changed every ten days. No signs of external tampering.
    When the door opened, Greta stood on the other side. “It’s after one,” Eve commented.
    It took Greta only a moment. “Yes. Yes, it is usually my half day. Mr. Forrest asked if I would arrange to stay through the afternoon, perhaps into the evening. Mrs. Anders needs me.”
    “I assume she’s in.”
    “She is. She and Mr. Forrest are in the family parlor. If you could wait here, Lieutenant, I’ll let them know.”
    “Fine. Greta, who else has been here today?”
    “Many police.”
    “Other than.”
    “Mr. and Mrs. Edmond Luce. Ms. Plowder and Ms. Bride-West, both friends of Mrs. Anders who’d traveled to St. Lucia with her. Naturally, they cut their trip short to come back, to be here for her. There have been many calls of condolence, of course, but Mr. Ben—Mr. Forrest and I are screening those. Several reporters attempted to gain admittance, or to contact the family. They were sent away or refused.”
    “Good on the last. You should keep doing that. I’ll wait here.”
    Greta moved through the wide room off the foyer, through an archway. Alone, Eve glanced up the stairs. The master suite and some of the second level would be sealed. No one other than a cop with a master could enter the bedroom, or adjoining room by any access until Eve cleared the scene. She wondered why the widow didn’t opt to stay with a friend, or even in an anonymous hotel suite until that time.
    Ben came through the archway, crossed to her. Sorrow coated him, Eve thought, like oil that might stain anyone he brushed up against. Eve thought if grief had a face, his fit the bill.
    “Lieutenant. Is this necessary? Ava’s…she’s having a very hard time of it.”
    “I understand this is difficult. I’m afraid NYPSD will be in and out of the house for some time yet, and several areas will remain sealed. You may want to try to persuade Ms. Anders to stay with friends for the next few days.”
    “I’m working on that. I think she feels she’s deserting him somehow, if she doesn’t stay here. Brigit—a friend—offered Ava her guest suite for however long she needs it. I think I’ve nearly convinced her to go. They called from…the morgue. They told us we can’t have him yet.”
    “It takes time.”
    “We can go there and see him. I thought, if she’s up to it, the sooner we do that, the better.”
    “You’re probably right.”
    “I’d take her. She needs to…We both need to…” He trailed off, shook his head. “Do you know, can you tell me, if you know…”
    “It’s very early yet, Mr. Forrest. We’re actively pursuing all lines of investigation.”
    “It seems like days. I know it’s only been hours, but it seems like days. Sorry.” He rubbed his fingers over exhausted eyes. “I looked you up. There was something familiar, but I couldn’t think. I just couldn’t think clearly this morning. But I looked you up. Roarke’s cop.”
    “The NYPSD considers me their cop.”
    “I didn’t mean—”
    “It’s all right.”
    “I mean to say, you’re supposed to be the best there is. You solved the Icove case, and you caught that maniac who was kidnapping and mutilating those women. You’ll find who did this to Uncle Tommy.” Now, riding with grief was a plea. “You won’t give up.”
    “I don’t give up.” Eve looked past him as Ava came into the room.
    “Can’t we have a few hours? Can’t we have any time alone? Must you people be here?”
    “Ava.” Ben rushed to her side, took her weight when she slumped against him. “The police are doing their job. We need them to do their job.”
    “They’ve made him a joke. They’ve made his death a joke.”
    “No.” Ben turned her into his arms, stroked her back. “Ssh, now.”
    “Take me to Brigit’s, Ben. Take me away from here. I can’t bear it. I can’t stay here.”
    “All right. That’s what I’ll do.” He glanced at Eve, who pointed to herself, then upstairs. Nodding, he led Ava away.
    Though she’d have preferred an empty house, Eve walked back to the front door. She imagined the dark, the quality of it in the odd blue glow of the security lights. An efficient killer would have already sealed up, hair, hands, shoes. Extra protection, extra soundproofing with booties over the shoes. No chance of leaving any sort of