In Death 32 - Treachery in Death

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    Treachery in death / J.D. Robb.
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There is no such thing in man’s nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.
    —NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
     
     
     
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
    —ROBERT BURNS

1
    THE OLD MAN LAY DEAD ON A SCATTERED PILE of candy bars and bubble gum. Cracked tubes of soft drinks, power drinks, sports drinks spilled out of the smashed glass of their cooler in colorful rivers. Tattered bags of soy chips spread over the floor of the little market, crushed to pulp.
    On the wall behind the counter hung a framed photo featuring a much younger version of the dead man and a woman Eve assumed was his widow standing arm-in-arm in front of the market. Their faces shone with pride and humor, and all the possibilities of the future.
    That young, happy man’s future had ended today, she thought, in a puddle of blood and snack foods.
    In the middle of death and destruction, Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood studying the body while the first officer on scene filled her in.
    “He’s Charlie Ochi. He and his wife ran this market for damn near fifty years.”
    The muscle jumping in his jaw told Eve he’d known the victim.
    “Mrs. Ochi’s in the back, got the MTs with her.” The muscle jumped again. “They smacked her around some on top of it.”
    “They?”
    “Three, she said. Three males, early twenties. She said one’s white, one’s black, and one’s Asian. They’ve come in before, got run off for shoplifting. They had some kind of homemade device, the best she can say. Jammed the security cam with it.”
    He jerked his chin toward the camera. “Stoned senseless, she thinks, laughing like hyenas, stuffing candy bars in their pockets. Smacked her with some kind of sap when she tried to stop them. Then the old guy came out, they smacked him but he kept at them. One of them shoved the device into his chest. Mrs. Ochi said he dropped like a stone. They grabbed a bunch of shit—candy, chips, like that—laughing all the while, smashed the place up some and ran out.”
    “She gave you a description?”
    “Pretty