In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

There just hadn’t been enough time to travel from the crime scene back to St. Lucia, back to the hotel room on the island to take the call, not even if Ava had gone off book with the transportation. Physics gave her an unimpeachable alibi.
    She went back to the time line, tried to find a hole in it. Her ’link signaled, with an order to report to her commander.
    To save time, she squeezed herself on an elevator. She rode up partway with cops, lawyers, and a small, long-eared dog.
    “Eye wit,” the cop standing beside the dog told her.
    “That so?”
    “More like nose witness. Owner got himself mugged while he was walking Abe here. Claims Abe’ll ID the guy who mugged him by smell.” The cop shrugged. “We got three possibles, so, what the hell.”
    “Yeah, good luck with that.”
    Eve tried to work out how they expected to convince the PA to bring charges against a suspect on the nose of a dog as she covered the rest of the distance to her commander’s office.
    “Go right in, Lieutenant.” The admin gestured. “They’re waiting for you.”
    Commander Whitney sat at his desk, his back to the view of the city he’d protected and served more than half of his life. His face showed the years, but Eve had always felt it showed them in a way that mattered. Showed in the lines and grooves dug into his dark skin that he’d lived those years, and remembered them.
    He wore his hair short, and though she suspected his wife would have preferred it otherwise, he let the salt sprinkle liberally over the pepper. He carried his big, wide build well, and held his command with a strong hand.
    “Commander,” she began, then paused as the man sitting in the high-backed visitor’s chair facing the desk rose. “Chief Tibble.”
    Not just the commander, she thought, reevaluating, but the Chief of Police.
    “Lieutenant.” Whitney pointed to the second chair. “Have a seat.”
    She obeyed, though she preferred standing, preferred giving her oral reports on her feet.
    “Lieutenant.” Tibble took the jump, and made her wonder why, if this was his meet, she wasn’t sitting in The Tower. “I asked the commander to give me a few minutes with you here. Regarding the Anders investigation.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He sat back. A lean man, he favored good suits, and—as she recalled—a good Scotch. Like Whitney, he’d come up through the ranks, and though he was now—essentially—a politician, the office hadn’t shoved the cop out of him.
    “My reason for asking is somewhat personal.”
    “Did you know Mr. Anders, sir?”
    “No, I didn’t. My wife, however, is acquainted with his widow.”
    Eve thought: Crap.
    “They’ve served on several committees together. In any case, when my wife contacted Mrs. Anders to offer her condolences, Mrs. Anders expressed considerable concern over how the current media tone will affect not only her late husband’s reputation, the business, but the charitable programs associated with Anders Worldwide. I’m in the position of asking you to assist in damping down the media.”
    “With all respect, Chief Tibble, how do you propose I do that? It’s not Code Blue, and if it was termed such at this point, if we instigated a media blackout now, it would only feed the beast.”
    “I agree. Is there any area of your investigation at this point that would give them a different bone to gnaw on?”
    “I believe the circumstances under which the victim was found was a setup. But if I toss that bone out, I would jeopardize the investigation, and alert the suspect to the line I’m pursuing.”
    “You have a suspect?”
    “I do. The widow.”
    Tibble let out a sigh, tipped back his head and looked at the ceiling. “Hell. How—” He cut himself off. “Sorry, Jack, this is your area.”
    “Lieutenant, explain how a woman who was several thousand miles away at the time of the murder heads the top of your list of suspects?”
    “It’s not confirmed she was in St. Lucia, Commander. There was no video on the transmission from the house manager. I’ve sent that transmission and a sample of Mrs. Anders’s voice from an interview this morning to the lab for voice print comparison. Even if that confirms her alibi, she’s involved. She’s part of it. She’s lying, Commander. She’s lying,” she repeated, looking back at the chief. “She tells your wife she’s concerned about the fallout from the media. The fallout revealing her husband engaged in extramarital sex, which included