In Death 38 - Thankless in Death

we hit. She went out with a Kasey Rider. I just finished talking to her—to Rider. They were going to make a night of it, hit some clubs, but one of their mutual friends tagged Kasey with the news about Reinhold.”
    “So Nuccio knows.” A thread of concern wove its way into Eve.
    “Yeah. Major freakout—denial, disbelief, then depression from Nuccio. They cut the night short, and Rider insisted on taking a cab with Nuccio to her apartment, dropped her off at about six-forty, which means McNab and I didn’t miss her by much. I got her new ’link number, but she’s not answering. And I figured since you didn’t update the file yet, she hasn’t contacted you either.”
    “No, she hasn’t.” And she’d had over three hours to come through. “Maybe the neighbor didn’t hear her come in.”
    “I don’t think so, Dallas. She was a hawkeye.”
    “Okay. She probably doesn’t want to deal with cops tonight.” Eve turned back to the board, shifted, evaluated her own gut. “But she’s going to. I’m going to go on down there now.”
    “I’m closer if you want me and McNab to go.”
    “No, I’ll do it. If she’s going to be squeezed into dealing with a cop, let’s make it rank. I’ll let you know. Thanks for the heads-up.”
    “No problem, but, Dallas, it just doesn’t feel right.”
    “I don’t see her letting him in, or him getting by the hawkeye neighbor if he tried. I’ll get back to you.”
    But, no, she thought as she clicked off. It didn’t feel right.
    She strode directly to Roarke’s office where he manned his desk, his hair tied back in work mode. “I’ve got to go downtown.”
    “To Central?”
    “No, to the ex-girlfriend’s. Word is she’s been home for about three hours, and hasn’t contacted me or Peabody. She’s either avoiding that, or something’s wrong. I want to check.”
    “Well then, I’m with you.” He gave his computer the order to continue the search on auto, rose.
    “I need to get my weapon and badge.”
    “And boots,” he added, gesturing to her bare feet.
    A rmed and shod, she let him take the wheel, particularly since he’d called around some sleek, sexy two-seater.
    “It’s new,” he told her. “I haven’t really had it out for a good run as yet.”
    It smelled like leather—a weakness of hers. And the dash held enough gauges to outfit an off-planet shuttle.
    “How many of these do you have?”
    “One more now,” he said, and all but flew to the gates and through.
    “I didn’t say we were going in hot.”
    “It’s good to take her through her paces.” He zipped to vertical, soared over a snake of traffic. “And I’ve a cop with me should the locals object. You’re worried,” he added.
    “She’s probably just playing mole.”
    “Ostrich, but it comes to the same. Then why are you worried?”
    “She dumped him, kicked him out—after he stole from her, and reportedly gave her a couple slaps. But she doesn’t take the opportunity to talk to the cops when she finds out he’s committed double murder? I got the sense she was pretty sensible, responsible, and her neighbor would’ve pushed it. So I don’t like it.”
    “Would she have let him in?”
    “Don’t see it.” In her mind, Eve turned it over, around, inside out. “No, I just don’t see it. And a friend dropped her off in a cab, watched her go inside. The neighbor would’ve pounced the minute she got up there, so I’m probably wasting time. I could interview her tomorrow.”
    “I trust your instincts.” He punched it.
    “Or you’re looking to break the land and air records.” She liked speed, but liked it more when she was at the wheel. But she didn’t tell him to slow down, and felt some relief when he oiled the car into a tiny street-level space less than half a block from the entrance to the building.
    She scanned the street as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Too early for troublemakers, in this kind of neighborhood, she judged. But the shiny red toy on the curb could bring them out.
    “That’s sitting there saying: Please, steal me.”
    “It has a sadistic streak, so as it says that, it’s aware it’s fully shielded and armed.”
    “Good thing.” She walked to the entrance, started to buzz Nuccio’s apartment, changed her mind.
    “Don’t want her to know you’re on your way up?” Roarke asked when she used her master for access.
    “Not exactly.”
    “You are worried.”
    “Bad feeling’s sticking. Let’s take the stairs.” Her fingers