Remember When

time as we're going back half a century.
    I wouldn't mind it. It's the sort of thing I find entertaining."
    "Why isn't it in the book?"
    "I imagine you'll ask Samantha just that."
    "Damn right. It's a thread." She considered it as she disbursed her equipment in various pockets: communicator, memo book, 'link, restraints. "If you've got time, great. I'll pass it to Feeney. EDD
    ought to be able to sniff out a woman and a kid. We've got better toys for that than they did fifty years ago."
    She thought of the Electronic Detective Division's captain, her former partner. "I bet it's the sort of thing that gets him off, too. Peabody's picking me up." She checked her wrist unit. "Pretty much now. I'll tag Feeney, see if he's got some time."
    She scooped up the disk. "The ex-Mrs. Crew's data on here?"
    "Naturally." He heard the signal from the gate and, after a quick check, cleared Peabody through.
    "I'll walk you down."
    "You going to be in the city today?"
    "That's my plan." He skimmed a hand over her hair as they started down the steps, then stopped when she turned her head and smiled at him. "What's that about?"
    "Maybe I just think you're pretty. Or it could be I'm remembering other uses for stairs. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I know there's no bony-assed, droid-brained puss face waiting down there to curl his lip at me on my way out."
    "You miss him."
    The sound she made was the vocal equivalent of a sneer. "Please. You must need a pill."
    "You do. You miss the little routine, the dance of it."
    "Oh ick. Now you've got this picture in my head of Summerset dancing. It's horrible. He's wearing one of those..." She made brushing motions at her hips.
    "Tutus?"
    "Yeah, that's it."
    "Thanks very much for putting that in my head."
    "Love to share. Know what? You really are pretty." She stopped at the bottom of the steps, grabbed two handfuls of his hair and jerked his head toward hers for a long, smoldering kiss.
    "Well, that put other images entirely in my head," he managed when she released him.
    "Me too. Good for us." Satisfied, she strode to the door, pulled it open.
    Her brow knit when she saw Peabody along with the young EDD ace McNab climbing out of opposite sides of her pea-green police unit. They looked like... She didn't know what the hell they looked like.
    She was used to seeing McNab, Central's top fashion plate, in something eye-searing and strange, so the shiny chili-pepper pants with their dozen pockets and the electric-blue tank shirt covered with-ha ha-pictures of chili peppers didn't give her more than a moment's pause. Neither did the hip-length vest in hot red, or the blue air boots that climbed up to his knobby knees.
    That was just McNab, with his shiny gold hair slicked back in a long, sleek tail, his narrow and oddly attractive face half covered by red sunshades with mirrored blue lenses and a dozen or so silver spikes glinting at his ears.
    But her aide-no, partner now, she had to remember that-was a different story. She wore skinpants that stopped abruptly mid-calf and were the color of... mold, Eve decided. The mold that grew on cheese you'd forgotten you stuck in the back of the fridge. She wore some sort of drapey, blousy number of the same color that looked like it had been slept in for a couple of weeks, and a shit-colored jacket that hung to her knees. Rather than the fancy shoes she'd suffered through the day before, she'd opted for some sort of sandal deal that seemed to be made of rope tied into knots by a crazed Youth Scout. There were a lot of chains and pendants and strange-colored stones hanging around her neck and from her ears.
    "What are you supposed to be, some upscale street peddler from a Third World country and her pet monkey?"
    "This is a nod to my Free-Ager upbringing. And it's comfortable. All natural fabrics." Peabody adjusted her sunshades with their tiny round lenses. "Mostly."
    "I think she looks hot," McNab said, giving Peabody a quick squeeze. "Sort of medieval."
    "You think tree bark looks hot," Eve tossed back.
    "Yeah. Makes me think of the forest. She-body running naked through the forest."
    Peabody elbowed him, but she chuckled. "I'm searching for my detective look," she told Roarke.
    "It's a work in progress."
    "I think you look charming."
    "Oh shut up" was Eve's response as Peabody's cheeks pinked in pleasure. "You fix that heap?"
    she asked McNab.
    "There's good news and bad news. Bad news is that's a piece of crap with a faulty comp system, which makes it