In Death 32 - Treachery in Death

B, in about fifteen.”
    “In the tit for tat department,” Janburry added, “Garnet’s tox screen confirms he’d consumed illegal substances, and alcohol. The alcohol is corroborated by Detective Freeman, also of this squad, who states he and Garnet were together between about ten and midnight at the Five-O Bar. The details will also be in our report, which we will copy to you, but Freeman states Garnet was in an excitable and edgy mood—and had considerable uncomplimentary things to say about you.”
    “Oh, golly.”
    Janburry smirked. “He also claims Garnet received a tag on his ’link around that midnight hour, which he took outside before returning to finish his drink and tell Freeman he had a fresh line to pull.”
    “But though drinking, excitable, edgy, and running high, I bet he didn’t give his pal any details about said line.”
    “Nary a one.”
    “Nary.” Now Eve grinned. “I like that. Nary a one.”
    “He reads a lot,” Delfino supplied. “Considering fresh lines and excitable moods, it’s just head-scratching that Garnet didn’t in turn tag his partner in this investigation. Then again, maybe he was a selfish bastard or thought his partner was a dickhead.”
    “Maybe. We’ll see what Bix has to say about it.”
    “Looking forward to it. Well, shall we proceed?” Janburry said to his partner.
    “See? Reads a lot.”
    Enjoying their rhythm, Eve split off to prepare for the interview.
    In her office, she put together what she needed, then sent memos to Whitney and Webster, leaving it to them to inform their superiors of the interview she’d scheduled. She put in a request for Mira to observe, if possible.
    Then she tagged Feeney.
    “Progress?”
    “Nobody likes a nag.”
    “Hey, it’s been hours.”
    “Not in e-time. We’re getting there. We’re close.” He crunched down on one of his habitual almonds. “It’s not like replacing a mother-board, you know.”
    “Fine. You should be aware I’ve just come from pissing Renee off, adding some more pressure. She said she didn’t like me.”
    “That must’ve hurt your feelings.”
    “They’re bruised. I ratted her out to her old man re Garnet’s temper tantrum last night, and if he didn’t head down there and give her a spanking, I’ll dress like McNab for a week. She called me a bitch, right to my face.”
    “I’m shocked by her use of harsh language.”
    “I could barely conceal my pain and embarrassment. I also tweaked her boy, Bix, and have him scheduled for Interview in a few minutes, regarding Garnet’s possible use of Renee’s weasel, the now deceased Keener, as Renee graciously opened that door.”
    “She’s going to want to do more than use harsh language on you.”
    “You think? What’s Peabody’s status?”
    “She’s hunkered down in your office here. That’s all I know.”
    “Roarke?”
    “What am I? The freaking hall monitor?” The screen filled with his aggrieved face. “He’s doing rich, important-guy shit. He’s in and out.”
    “Okay. Keep me updated. Text only.”
    “When we’ve got it, you’ll know. Otherwise, don’t bother me.”
    “Jeez,” she muttered when he clicked off. “Temperamental geek.”
    She started down to Interview, and spotted Baxter at Vending.
    “Did you close up the wit?”
    “Is that a rhetorical question?” He chose a coconut cream bar, which made her stomach curdle. “You want?” he offered, obviously in a generous mood.
    “Not if I were trapped under the rubble of a fallen building for five days and it was my only possible sustenance.”
    “I like ’em.” To prove it, he ripped the wrapper, bit in. “Trueheart and I are working the suspect in Interview. We’re taking a break so he can sulk and reflect on the error of his ways. Funny thing, when I came out I saw an Illegals detective going into B. Bix.”
    “Do you know Bix?”
    “No, I haven’t had that pleasure. So how did I know it was Bix, you may ask.”
    “I may.”
    “I call it cop curiosity.” He took another bite, chewed. “My LT is butting heads with Illegals LT Oberman, I just have to find out a little more about the opposition and her crew. Hence, my recognition of Bix.”
    “Hence,” she repeated. “You must read a lot.”
    “I’ve been known to crack a book. Now my cop curiosity extends to Bix in Interview, perhaps sulking.”
    “Perhaps.” She hooked a thumb in her pocket. “I can’t tell you, Baxter.”
    “Well.” He bit, chewed. “If and when, I’d