In Death 31 - Indulgence in Death

have to spend time checking out their dupes and alibis.”
    “Why spend the time when you know they’re dupes, and you know the alibis are bollocks?”
    “Because I can’t play by their rules. I have to show a judge, and eventually a judge and jury, that I investigated and verified and eliminated. That I compiled the evidence. Maybe this Darrin Wasinski got a wild hair, was carrying on an affair, or wanted to, with the vic. Maybe he decided to try to do a copycat and killed her because she wouldn’t run off to Mozambique, or because she threatened to tell his wife they did the dirty in Mozambique when he was supposed to be in Albuquerque on business.”
    “None of which you believe for an instant.”
    “Not a nanosecond, but it has to be checked out, verified, eliminated. When I take the dupe out of the picture, leave no wiggle room there, it goes back to the pattern. It goes back to establishing enough probable cause and circumstantial for a search warrant, for me to bring them into the box.”
    And, God, she thought, she wanted them there. Wanted those smug, smirking faces in her house.
    “These bastards think they’re so fucking smart, so goddamn clever, and more—they think they’re insulated because they’re rich and important, and because I have to play by the rules. But it’s the rules that’ll tie them up and choke them at the end.
    “Computer, attempt reply to account on-screen, no message.”
    One moment please . . . the account has been terminated. Do you wish to use an alternate?
    “No. Cancel. First step—the account he set up for this lure is now closed, and you can bet it was closed by remote. We can work with that.”
    “We can.” The steps and time factor of her rules might frustrate him, but he could admit mitering those corners rather than cutting them did the job. “Very good. Anyone in EDD can find you the location of the computer used to set up, then close the account. And they’d certainly know that.”
    “So they used another dupe’s comp, or a public with false ID. But it leaves a trail. So far they’re ahead on the trail, but they’re leaving a lot of cookie crumbs to follow.”
    He had to smile as he brushed a hand over her hair. “That’s bread crumbs.”
    “I’d rather have a cookie. And I pick up enough crumbs I can make a damn cookie. But you’re right about EDD. I’ll get them in here to deal with this.”
    “I can get your locations in less time than it would take you to arrange that.”
    She hesitated. “We have permission. Go ahead. I’m still getting EDD in. They can do what they do, and I can work my way back to Central via the morgue. They’re having a two-for-one sale.”
    “Sick,” he commented.
    “Yeah, but it helps keep me from being sick. If you’ll get the locations—and keep the work right down the line, no blurs, I’m going to get the go-ahead to check out the vic’s other spaces. You never know.”

    S he found nothing in Adrianne’s private spaces that applied, but she verified through the files that both Dudley and Moriarity had used her services in the past. With Wallace’s permission, she used the vic’s office ’link to notify next of kin.
    When she was done, Roarke leaned over the chair to kiss the top of her head. “Devastating for them. Painful for you.”
    “I can’t think about it now.” Couldn’t let herself feel it, not now. “He used a remote, likely a disposable ’link, you say, both times. To set up and to close.”
    “The same device, both times,” Roarke confirmed. “As were the e-mails. We have various locations. I’ve listed them for you.”
    “I’ve got to go finish putting this together. You saved me some time, so I won’t be punching you.”
    “My face is relieved, yet strangely disappointed.”
    “I don’t know when I’ll be home.”
    “Neither do I, as when I’ve cleared up some business I need to clear up, I’ll be coming down to Central to see if I can be of use to Feeney.”
    “I’d tell you Feeney can handle things, but with nine dead, I’m not turning down any help. No point, is there, in telling you not to buy a bunch of food for a bunch of cops?”
    He sent her a cheerful grin. “None at all if I’m hungry.”
    When they were out on the street, he cupped her face in his hands. “No point telling you to catch an hour’s sleep, even if it’s on the floor of your office.”
    “Probably not today.” Her ’link signaled. “Hold on. Dallas.”
    “Tell me you love