In Death 26 - Strangers in Death

where there aren’t suspicious activities and suspicious characters.”
    He shook his head in disgust. “You a cop or what?”
    “We established that. And I’ve got cop work to do.”
    “Same guy, same place, same times. Every day for five weeks. I seen it. Maybe they see me, too, but they don’t mind me ’cause I be a kid.”
    No, Eve thought, not stupid. Most people didn’t see kids. “What does this same guy do at the same place at the same times every day for five weeks that makes him a suspicious character involved in suspicious activity?”
    “He goes in with a big old shopping bag heavy the way he carries it. And a couple minutes later, bop! he comes out again, and he’s got a different bag. It ain’t heavy either.” The kid adjusted the airboard slung at his back.
    “Where is this den of iniquity?”
    The kid’s brow furrowed like an elderly grandfather’s. “Ain’t no den. It’s a store. I’m gonna take you. It’s a good tip. I oughta get an orange fizzy.”
    “You oughta get a kick in the ass.” But she pulled out credits, passed them over, jerked a thumb at Vending. While he plugged in credits, she considered. The kid was sharp enough, and had probably seen just what he said. Meaning the store was a front—or a beard—for passing off wallets, bags, and whatever else the street thief could lift from tourists and New Yorkers foolish enough to get their pockets picked.
    The kid sucked on the fizzy. “We gotta get, so you can catch them.”
    “Give me the location, and I’ll send cops over.”
    “Uh-uh. I gotta show you. That’s the deal.”
    “What deal? I didn’t make any damn deal. I don’t have time to go driving around, waiting for some pocket man to make his bag drop.”
    The boy’s eyes were like glass, and just as sharp. “I guess you don’t be much of a cop.”
    She could’ve stared him down, she was pretty sure of it. But he made her shoulder blades itch. “You’re a pain in the ass.” She checked the time, calculated. Odds were the drop spot was in Times Square where she’d had the misfortune of meeting the kid in the first place. She could swing by there on the way home. Maybe she’d get some damn work done at home without being interrupted every five minutes.
    “Wait here,” she ordered. “If you’re not right here when I get back, I’ll hunt you down like a dog and stuff you inside that suitcase. Dig?”
    “I gonna show you?”
    “Yeah, you’re going to show me. Stay.” She strode into the bullpen. “Peabody, I have to make a run, semipersonal, then I’m going to work at home.”
    “But—but—I have to leave for 75 in…in like any minute!”
    “Do that, copy any new data, shoot it to my home office.”
    “But…” On a run, Peabody rushed after Eve. “You’re not going with me?”
    “Pull yourself together, Peabody.” Eve grabbed file discs, tossed them into her bag. “You’ve done on-air before.”
    “Not like this . Dallas, you’ve gotta go with me. I can’t go there by myself. I’ll—”
    “Jesus, how can people be worth all this? Take McNab. Tell his DS I cleared it.” Eve dragged on her coat. “And don’t fuck up.”
    “You’re supposed to say break a leg!” Peabody called out as Eve stomped away.
    “Fuck it up and I’ll break your damn leg myself.”
    “Dallas.”
    “What?” She rounded on Baxter with a snarl, then remembered. “Sorry. Any new leads?”
    “No. Have you—”
    “No, I haven’t had a chance to look at the file. Soon as I can, Baxter.” A headache brought on, she knew, by sheer irritation, began to pulse behind her eyes. “Let’s go, kid, and if you’re stringing me you’ll find out firsthand why the word is I’m top bitch cop.”
    In the garage the kid shook his head sorrowfully at her vehicle. He climbed in, steadied the suitcase on his lap, took a long study of the dash, then turned those Venusian green eyes on her. “This ride is crap.”
    “You got better?”
    “I ain’t got ride, but I know crap. How come top bitch cop has a crap ride?”
    “This is a question I ask myself daily. You got a name?”
    “You got one?”
    She had the oddest feeling she amused him. “Lieutenant Dallas.”
    “What kinda name’s Loo-tenit?”
    “It’s rank. It’s my rank.”
    “I don’t got no rank, don’t got no ride.”
    “Name, kid, or the adventure stops here.”
    “Tiko.”
    “Okay, Tiko, where are we going?”
    He put on what Eve supposed was his enigmatic face. “Maybe we