Thankless in Death

Bummed.”
    “Limping, tight threads, and pulling a rolling duffel and a red suitcase.”
    “Yeah, big red rolly.”
    “How about his hair? Long, short, color?”
    Now the boy scratched his head. “Short. Not you short, but not me long. Blondie, I think. Maybe he had a patch.” The thoughtful face again. “Maybe a patch,” he said, tapping his chin. “I only took the good look because his jacket was fine, and he’s gimping along with the rollies like he’s hurting bad.”
    “Heading west?”
    “Yeah, that way.” X’s eyes shifted to the Farnsworth house. “Something wrong with Ms. F?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Like what?”
    Word would spread, and quickly. No point, she decided, in evading. “She’s dead. We suspect the man you saw is responsible.”
    In a fingersnap he went from frosty teen to stunned boy. His eyes filled, the sheen of tears, the gleam of shock. “Come on, no, man. Fuck that. No way.”
    “I’m sorry. You knew her?”
    “Ms. F? This is sick bad. Ms. F? She’s up, you know? She helpsme with my e-shit for school. It’s not my thing, but she helps me out. That gimp bastard did her? I’da stopped him. I’da done something.”
    “You have. Talking to me, telling me what you saw, it’s going to help us find him.”
    “Where’s her dog? Where’s the Snuff-man?”
    “He’s at the vet,” Peabody told him.
    “Is he hurt? Man, more sick bad. She freaking loves that dog.”
    “They’re taking care of him.”
    “I want to go talk to my mom. I want to go home.”
    “Go ahead.” Eve dug out a card. “If you think of anything else, you contact me.”
    “She never hurt anybody. It’s not right. She never hurt anybody.” He stuffed Eve’s card in his pocket before running across the street.
    “Maybe she did,” Eve said. “Maybe she managed to hurt him. Cabs, Peabody.”
    “I’m already there.” Working her ’link, Peabody started back to the car with Eve.
    “Officer!”
    Eve stopped, waiting as the new father rushed up. “Lieutenant,” she corrected.
    “Oh, sorry. They’re keeping Snuffy overnight at least. I thought you might need the name of the vet, so I had them give me a card.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Is … is Ms. Farnsworth really …”
    “Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name.”
    “Brad Peters. Was it a burglary?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “She … she was really good to us. We moved in right after Margot got pregnant. Margot’s family lives in St. Paul, so it was nice for herto have a, well, motherly type right next door. I didn’t hear anything, or see … We’re so wrapped up in the baby.”
    “There was nothing you could do.”
    “Can we keep the dog?”
    “Ah …”
    “She really loved that dog.” And like the boy, his eyes filmed with tears. “I don’t want Snuffy to end up in the shelter because there’s nobody to take him. We’ll pay the vet bills. He knows us. He likes us. They were like a unit. He’s going to miss her something fierce.”
    “I’ll see what I can do. She may have relatives or an heir who’d need to sign off on that.”
    “Okay. But we’ll take care of him until … He shouldn’t have to go to a shelter with strangers. He was her family.”
    Eve thought of Galahad. “I’ll clear it so he can go from the vet to you, unless family claims him.”
    “Thanks. I’d better go tell Margot. I don’t know how this could happen. Right next door.”
    It happens everywhere, Eve thought as he walked away. Because there’s always someone like Jerry Reinhold.
    “Cab,” she repeated to Peabody.
    “They’re checking. A lot of pickups, so—”
    “Have them cross-check with a drop-off at a clinic or health center, urgent care, ER—a medical. Closest one going west from here. Limping, hurting. Maybe he dropped something on his foot. Or maybe the vic managed to drop herself and the chair on him. I like that image.”
    “Hard not to.” Peabody retagged the cab company, gave her contact the drop-off element. “Score! Pickup Varick and Laight, drop-off Church Street Urgent Care. Single passenger, two bags.”

    “Let’s move.”
    Maybe he’d still be there, stuck in a waiting room, cooling heels in exam. She resisted the urge to go in hot, but not the one to leapfrog through traffic until Peabody’s color dropped away.
    “I might need this place,” Peabody managed as Eve, once again, double-parked.
    Eve simply strode across the sidewalk, shoved inside the spacious, and unfortunately uncrowded waiting area. A crowd