In Death 28 - Promises in Death

coming back tonight?”
    “You wouldn’t be in this state now if you paid attention. I’m taking a shuttle full of men to Las Vegas late this afternoon. There will be ribaldry, and a possible need to post bond. I’ve made arrangements. I’ll bring back this same shuttle full of men—hopefully—tomorrow afternoon.”
    “Let me come with you.”
    “Let me see your penis.”
    “Oh, God! Can’t I just use yours?”
    “At any other time. Now pull yourself together, and remember that when all this is over, you’ll very likely arrest a killer who’s also a dirty cop. It’s like a twofer.”
    “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
    “Best I have.”
    She hissed out a breath. “I’m going to find someplace in this house where nobody is. And scream.”
    “That’s a fine idea.” He nudged her toward the hallway door. “I’ll come find you before I go.”
    “It’s not four o’clock yet,” she said darkly. “Something could break.”
    “It may be your neck if you don’t get out and let me finish my work.” He gave her something closer to a shove, then for the second time that day, shut the door in her face.

17
    SHE DIDN’T CONSIDER IT HIDING. MAYBE SHE was in a room she wasn’t entirely sure she’d been in before with the door shut. And locked. But it wasn’t hiding.
    It was working, Eve told herself. In a quiet place, where she wouldn’t be distracted. She could probably stay in here for the next twenty-four hours, no problem at all. She had a sleep chair, a workstation—a mini-unit, but very slick. She didn’t see a wall screen, but when she booted up and requested one, the glass on the fancy mirror went black.
    A little playing around with the control panel netted her a mini-AutoChef and friggie when the counter under the window opened, and up they came.
    She poked into the attached bathroom and found all the necessities, including a shower designed like a little waterfall. Yes, she could be happy here. Maybe for years.
    She got coffee, settled at the workstation. Callendar first, she thought.
    “Yo,” Callendar said when she came on-screen.
    “Report.”
    “This place is a frigging hole, but it’s got some serious hardware. You’re caged here, you’re seriously caged. Security’s as tight as my uncle Fred on New Year’s Eve. Even with the clearance and co-op, it’s taken a while for us to get to the meat of the system. We’ve got our on-person communication devices because we’re cops and got the authorization. Otherwise, they’re held at docking.”
    “How far into the work are you?”
    “I’m working the trans, Sisto’s working the visitations. He’s goose egg so far. I’ve got many a little ding, but it’s a long way from a gong. It’s going to take some time.”
    “What kind of ding?”
    “It’s really more of a burp. Do you really want me to explain it to you?”
    Geek talk or party girls? Eve considered, decided they rated a toss-up. “I’ve got a minute.”
    “Let me put it this way. The burp may be a trans from here to New York, but I’ve got to go through half a zillion filters to nail that. I’m doing that because it’s reading, so far, like it hit New York the afternoon of Coltraine’s death—and it’s not logged. Could be one of the techs here made it, off log, ’cause he was calling New York for some ’link sex. But I’ve got a suspicious mind.”
    “I’ve got a print—or whatever the hell—from a toss-away ’link here. I need to know if it matches.”
    “I nail this down, I can verify a match. Easy-peasy.”
    “Do you have Ricker’s locations when the transmission was made?”
    “It’s still a burp, but the records have him in his cage. But the records also show that thirty minutes before the burp he was enjoying his daily hygiene privilege. Solitary shower, under full security. I’ve ordered A and V of that record, and the wheel’s grinding slowly.”
    “He could’ve sent the trans on delay, or paid someone else to send it for him. Do you have the name of the guard or guards who took him from the cage to hygiene?”
    “Yeah. We did a standard run—clear. I figured we’d go deeper if the burp turns into a really juicy belch.” Callendar swigged down something pink from a clear bottle. “You want them?”
    “Yeah.” Eve noted down the names. “Good. Keep digging.”
    Eve signed off, sat back, and considered. It was the green light from Ricker to his New York hitter. It had to be. “Computer, full run, priority