Thankless in Death

didn’t even know about the first two DBs until Monday. There was no way we could know.”

    “That’s the whole thing, isn’t it? He just keeps catching the breaks. We know who he is, we know how he killed every one of them, when he did it, we even know why. We have a reasonable list of possible targets. We believe we know his general area. And we can’t find the son of a bitch.”
    “He has a lot of places to hide. Add the money, and it gives him more yet.”
    Impatient, Eve shook her head. “I’ve narrowed it down—strongest probability—to this radius.”
    Peabody eased in, turned to the screen, blinked in surprise. “You made a graph.”
    “Whatever. Highest probability area in red, secondary in blue, and so on raying out from that core. Most likely locations within each area are highlighted on the second map, same color code.”
    “That’s a lot of comp work.”
    “So?”
    “Don’t kick me, it’s not your strength. You’d never say it was.”
    Eve hissed because truer words were never spoken. “I had to break down and take a damn blocker because generating this gave me a pisser of a headache.”
    “I could’ve helped you with it.”
    “I gave you assignments. Speaking of which?”
    “No hit on any sports tickets yet. The sales rep I talked to said a lot of the venues offer sales on tickets, including the big ones, on Black Friday. That’s the day after Thanksgiving, and the biggest shopping day of the year.”
    “Because people are so juiced up on too much food they feel like they have to go out and spend more money than they’ve got. Friday.” She blew out a breath. “Hit it again on Friday.”

    “Nothing on the arcade or the bar, not yet,” Peabody continued. “But I talked to security in both places, and they’re on the lookout. I had uniforms start distributing the images—his, the morph, the droid, throughout the target area. Markets, shops, restaurants. They’re pushing them on building supers, managers. It’s going to take time to hit every location, but the word’s out, Dallas. We’ve got literally hundreds of eyes looking for him now. More like thousands. Someone’s going to spot him and call it in.”
    “And the tip line?”
    “Not as much as I figured, but that’s probably because people are heading out of town, or dealing with out-of-towners, or shopping for what they forgot to get for tomorrow. Like that.”
    Disgusted, Eve slumped in her chair. “I hate holidays.”
    “Well … It’s kind of unavoidable, and again, don’t kick me, but you really ought to think about going home and dealing with your own out-of-towners.”
    “What?”
    “Dallas, it’s already nearly an hour past end of shift.”
    “What?” she repeated and looked at the time. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!”
    “I’m just the messenger,” Peabody reminded her as she took a cautious step out of range. “But Feeney had to take off. He’s going to try to get some work in at home. So am I, and McNab. And Callendar. Roarke’s already home, and I know he’s connected with Feeney a few times.”
    Eve dragged her hands through her hair then shoved them in her pockets. “Go home. I’m going to copy this graph thing, send it to you, to everyone. Take a look at it, more carefully. If something pops for you, let me know.”

    “You haven’t managed to contact all the managers in all the hotels, apartments, condos yet.”
    “No.”
    “I’ll take a share of them.”
    “I’ll earmark yours.”
    Peabody smiled. “How about I do you a favor? I’ll earmark yours. Traffic’s going to be a coldhearted bitch. I’ll get home before you anyway.”
    “Something else to look forward to. Go home. I want you and McNab to get to my home office tomorrow. We’re going to put in some time on this. Two hours before whenever you were supposed to come.”
    “We’ll be there. We’re going to get him, Dallas.”
    “Oh yeah, we’ll get him. It’s just a matter of how many more he can rack up before we do, but we’ll get him.”
    She took the time to copy and send her work to Peabody, to Feeney and Roarke, to McNab, to the commander, to Callendar. Every one of them had better comp skills than she did, she admitted. Maybe they could refine, or maybe they’d see something she’d overlooked.
    But the simple fact was, she should already be home, dealing with the other part of her life.
    She put together a file bag, grabbed her coat, and headed out before she talked herself into locking her