Thankless in Death

come back and get them.”
    She followed Mal’s mother into a spotless, working kitchen.
    “He’s not going to want to tell you if Jerry gets in touch.” Mrs. Goldekept her voice low as she laid cookies in a clear, disposable tub. “He’s loyal, and there’s a part of him still that can’t believe it. He’s a good boy, a good friend. But he won’t leave me alone, and he’d tell me. So I can promise you, if that fuckweed—and I can swear in my own house—tags him or comes by, you’ll know, and know quick. And if he thinks I’m afraid, he won’t hesitate to tell you himself. I’ll make sure he thinks I’m afraid.”
    “But you’re not.”
    “I can take care of myself, and that mean little brat. Believe me, he’s not getting anywhere near my boy.”
    “He’s lucky to have you, and you’re lucky to have him.”
    “You’re right, both times. You eat these cookies.” She passed the tub to Eve. “You can use the calories.”

14
    OUT ON THE SIDEWALK, EVE TOOK A MOMENT to think it through. “Brother Jim kicked his ass. He’d want payback there, but that’s dealing with a guy who’s likely stronger. He’d need to get in close with a weapon. But maybe snatching the fiancée. We’ll check on that. Little League coach, maybe something there since one of his weapons of choice is a baseball bat.”
    “The model,” Peabody put in. “Dented ego, like with the ex-girlfriend. And she may have some money.”
    “Yeah, a more likely on the scale. The schoolteacher. She cost him his summer, embarrassed him, and she’s got money. Lives alone. And she’s got e-skills, maybe the kind that can create good fake ID.”
    Too many of them, she thought. He could pick any one of them out of his murderous hat.
    “We check on them all.”

    “All?”
    “Reach out to Brooklyn, get a couple of cops to check on Dave’s brother and the fiancée—and you take the Schumakers. They’re practically around the corner. Head that way while you tag Brooklyn. I’ll get people on the rest.”
    Pulling out her ’link, she hit on Jenkinson. “Re the Reinhold investigation. I need alive and well and stay that way checks. Take down these names and addresses.”
    “Ready when you are, boss.”
    “Marlene Wizlet,” Eve began, and ran down the list. “I want a two-man team on each, and I want a face-to-face, in-person checks. Jerald Reinhold is looking for his next target, or he’s picked one. I need these people taking precautions. Better, convince them to agree to protection.”
    “All of them?”
    “All of them. If they’ve heard from Reinhold, I need to know. If anything, I mean anything, in their demeanor seems off, push it. I want everyone with eyes peeled for Reinhold.”
    “We’re on it, LT.”
    “Report back when it’s done.”
    She clicked off as Peabody came huffing back. “They’re clear—the Schumakers. They were calling in their grandson when I left. He’s retired Army. And Brooklyn’s sending a unit to check on Brother Jim and lady.”
    “Good enough. We’ll take the teacher—the computer teacher. She’s close, and Jenkinson’s sending out teams on the rest.”
    “Got her address here. Want to tag her first?”
    “Yeah, go ahead,” Eve said as they got into the car. “Let her know we’re coming.”

    Older woman, Eve thought as she drove. Living alone. Easier pickings than the men, or that would be the assumption. Family money. Can’t live the good life without money.
    E-instructor.
    “She’s not answering.” Peabody shifted. “Straight to v-mail.”
    Eve went with her gut and punched the speed. “Tag the coach and the model,” she ordered. “I want them on alert. Offer protection if they want it. And I want a probability on the names Mal and Dave gave us. We’ll work down the scale after Farnsworth.”
    Still following her gut, she double-parked rather than looking for a space near the brownstone.
    “Nice house. Neighbors close, but still private. It’s a good target, damn it. A really good target.”
    She pushed through the little gate and hurried to the door with Peabody behind her still talking on her ’link.
    She rang, she knocked. And the feeling in her gut sharpened.
    “The security’s not engaged. If she went out, why isn’t the security engaged? Take the place on the left, see if they’ve seen Farnsworth. I’ll take the right.”
    Eve jogged to the neighboring house, rang that bell. Moments later a female voice spoke briskly through the intercom.
    “Can