Power and privilege.
Roarke had both, and, yeah, she thought, maybe part of the reason he was who and what he was was due to the fact he"d grown up hard, and grown up hungry. But that wasn"t the sum of it.
She thought of him and Brian Kelly, that long, strong connection, affection, trust. Brian owned and ran a successful pub in Dublin, and Roarke owned and ran half the d.a.m.n world. But when they came together, as they had at the park, at a murder scene, at a family farm, they were simply friends.
Equals.
I t was more than what you had, even more than how you"d come by it. I t was what you did with it, and with yourself.
Power and privilege, she thought again. Just another excuse for being an a.s.shole.
Two blocks from Peabody"s, Eve tagged her partner. "Five minutes. Get your a.s.s down."
She cut transmission without waiting for a response.
When she pulled up, double parking while other vehicles objected bitterly, she scanned the building where she"d once lived.
Ordinary again, a squat tower like so many others in a city jammed with people who needed s.p.a.ce to eat, sleep, live. A hive, she thought, honeycombed with those s.p.a.ces, those people, all living on top of each other. Now she lived in a home far from ordinary, one Roarke had built through ambition, need, style, wealth-and which she was still faintly embarra.s.sed to admit was a mansion.
Maybe she wasn"t exactly the same woman she"d been when she"d lived in the hive, and maybe she"d come to understand that she was better for it. But the core remained, didn"t it? She still did what she did, still did the job, lived the life.
Maybe you just were what you were, she considered. Evolving, sure, changing as your life changed. But that core was still the core.
She watched Peabody come out, her dark hair pulled up and back in a short, bouncy tail; a thin, loose jacket swinging at her hips; short, summer pink gel boots on her feet. A long stretch from the square helmet of hair, the buffed and polished uniform she"d worn when Eve had taken her on as aide.
Changes, and Eve admitted she wasn"t always comfortable with change. But pink shoes or not, Peabody was a cop right to the bone.
"Money doesn"t make you an a.s.shole," Eve said when Peabody opened the door, "it just makes you an a.s.shole with money."
"Okay."
"And people who kill for thrills? They always had the thirst for it, the predilection for it. Just maybe not the stones."
Peabody wiggled her b.u.t.t to settle in. "And you think we"re going to see that about Dudley when we talk to the ex-fiancee?"
Cop to the bone, Eve thought again. "I "m going to be pretty d.a.m.n surprised if we don"t."
"From the background I ran, she seems like the solid type. Volunteers as a counselor at the local youth center and he coaches softball. They belong to the country club, and she chairs a committee here and there. Feels like sort of the usual bits for that social and financial lifestyle."
Ordinary people, Eve thought again, with money.
"She"d have been a lot higher on the ladder if she"d married Dudley." Peabody shrugged. "But she"s not exactly sc.r.a.ping bottom. Anyway, with what you dug up last night she"s connected to Dudley and Moriarity with the cousin thing, the college pal thing. Makes you wonder, if we"re rightabout these two, how far back they"ve been into the nasty."
"That kind of partnership requires absolute trust-or stupidity. I don"t think they"re stupid-or not completely stupid." Eve considered. "And that kind of trust has to build over some time. Because if one of them cracks, it all cracks, if one talks, they both go down. And still ..."
"Still?"
"I f it"s compet.i.tion, one has to lose. Losing would be not making the kill, or getting caught, or s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up. I can"t turn it any other way."
"Maybe neither one of them believes he can lose."
"Somebody has to," Eve countered.
"Yeah, but when McNab and I play, for instance, I "m always sort of shocked and p.i.s.sed off if I lose. I go in knowing I "m going to win. Every time. I t"s the same with him. I think because we"re pretty well matched in the games we get into. And separately we usually destroy whoever else we"re playing against."
"I t"s a thought." Eve squeezed it a little harder. "I t"s a good thought," she decided. "They"re arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Maybe the concept of losing isn"t on the table." She rolled it around in her mind, let it b.u.mp against the other elements. "The killings are planned. They"re orchestrated, and so far we know two were orchestrated back-to-back. There"s no impulse about it. Someone plots and plans and basically ch.o.r.eographs murder, there"s something in there that wants the kill. You can hide it, spruce it up with coats of polish, but that something"s going to eke through off and on."
Peabody nodded. "Especially with or around someone who"s close enough to see it. So they, you could say, recognized each other."
Recognition. Wasn"t that the same term she"d come to when considering her long friendship with Mavis?
"Yeah. I would say recognition"s a factor. What we need is to find other people who recognized them. We need to build on that until we have enough to bring them in, sweat them some. Or enough to get a search. Because they have to be communicating after a kill. There"s no way either of them would or could wait until the media hits to confirm the round."
"On my fork, I haven"t found any connection between the vics, between the vics and Sweet or Foster, between the vics and Moriarity or Dudley, or any combination thereof, except for the known company connections."
"Might still be there, something more subtle, or something that just doesn"t show."
Connecticut was different, Eve mused. The s.p.a.ce people could claim for their own purposes spread, with lots of green, lots of trees, gardens manicured as luxuriously as any society matron after a salon session. Vehicles showed off their style and shine on paved driveways-and as those private s.p.a.ces increased in size, she caught glimpses of red clay tennis courts, the Caribbean blue of swimming pools, the dark circles of helipads.
"What do people do out here?"
"Whatever they want" was Peabody"s opinion.
"What I mean is, you can"t walk anywhere. There"s no deli on the corner, no handy glide cart, no buzz, no movement. Just houses."
"I guess that"s why people live out here, or move out here. They don"t want the buzz. They want the quiet, and the s.p.a.ce. You get to have both,"
Peabody pointed out.
Using the navigation on her wrist unit, Eve turned into a driveway that circled to a house on a small rise. VanWitt had gone for a modified U- shape with the center two-story leg connecting the long, single-story juts in a mix of stone and wood and gla.s.s.
Flowers were cheerful and plentiful, trees tall and shady.
She angled where the drive widened into a small lot, and pulled in beside a spiffy little topless number in stoplight red.
"I t"s pretty." Peabody looked around as they walked to the main door. "Probably a nice place to raise kids with all this room. Low crime area, good schools."
"You thinking of moving?"
"No. I want the buzz, too. But I can see how people aspire to places like this."
A woman in cropped pants and a tucked white shirt answered the bell. "May I help you?"
"Felicity VanWitt." Eve held up her badge. "Lieutenant Dallas and Detective Peabody, NYPSD. We"d like to speak with her."
"The children." The woman"s hand rushed up to slap against her heart.
"I t has nothing to do with the children."
"Oh. Oh. They"re on a field trip in New York today, with their youth club. I thought ... Sorry. Doctor VanWitt is in session. Can you tell me what this is about?"
"Who are you?"
"Anna Munson. I "m the house manager."
"We"ll need to speak with Doctor VanWitt directly."
"She should be done in about ten minutes." Still she hesitated. "I "m sorry. I don"t want to be rude, but we"re not used to having the police at the door."
"There"s no trouble," Eve told her. "We"re hoping the doctor can give us some insight regarding an investigation."
"I see." Clearly she didn"t, but she stepped back. "I f you don"t mind waiting. I "ll let the doctor know you"re here as soon as she"s out of session."
The house was as pretty and s.p.a.cious inside as out, managed, Eve supposed, very well by Anna. Flowers looked to have come straight from the gardens, and had been arranged without fuss. Anna showed them to a sitting area with views of those gardens, and a pretty little house that served a sparkling swimming pool.
"Can I get you something cold to drink? I was just thinking about iced coffee."
Eve couldn"t understand why anybody wanted to screw good coffee up with ice, and shook her head. "No, thanks."
"I "d love some, if you"re making it, anyway."
Anna smiled at Peabody. "I t gives me an excuse to have some. Please, sit down, be comfortable. I "ll only be ... did you say Lieutenant Dallas?
Eve Dallas?"
"That"s right."
"In the book? The Icove investigation? I read it last week. Oh, it"s so exciting-horrible," she added quickly. "But I couldn"t put the book down.
Dallas and Peabody. Imagine that. Doctor VanWitt"s reading it now. She"ll be thrilled to meet you."
"Great," Eve said and left it at that. She didn"t roll her shoulders to shift off the discomfort until Anna hurried out. "How long do you figure that"s going to happen? Ooh, the Icove book. c.r.a.p."
"I don"t know, I think it"s pretty frosty. And you"ve got to admit, it changes att.i.tudes. She was polite but suspicious, now she"s juiced we"re here."
"I guess there"s that." Eve wandered the room. Flowers, some family photos, nice paintings, comfortable furnishings in soft and serene colors.
Given the size and layout of the house, she suspected this was a kind of company room rather than a family hangout.
Anna was back quickly with a tray holding Peabody"s iced coffee, a second gla.s.s, and a cup of hot black. "I remember from the book you likecoffee, Lieutenant, so I made some just in case. The doctor will be right with you. The other iced coffee"s for her. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No. We"re set. Thanks for the coffee."
"I t"s no problem at all. I "ll just ..."
She trailed off as Felicity came in, another gla.s.s in her hand. "Anna, you left your coffee in the kitchen." Felicity pa.s.sed the gla.s.s, then walked straight to Eve. "I t"s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you. I "m absolutely riveted by the Icove story, and desperately hoping you"re here to ask me to consult on some fascinating murder."
She laughed when she said it, bright and easy, and obviously not at all serious. She wore her hair short and brightly red, and her eyes, a deep, dark green, held warmth and ease.
"Actually, Doctor VanWitt, we"d like to ask you some questions about Winston Dudley." And Eve watched that warmth and ease die.
"Winnie? I don"t know what I could tell you. I haven"t seen him in years."
"You were engaged at one time."
"Yes." The smile remained in place, strained at the corners. "That was practically another life."
"Then you can tell us about that life." Deliberately Eve picked up her coffee, sat.
"I "ll just be in the kitchen," Anna began.
"No, please stay. Anna"s family," Felicity said. "I "d like her to stay."
"That"s fine. How did you meet Dudley?"
"At a party, at my cousin"s-at Patrice Delaughter"s. She knew him a little. She was seeing Sylvester Moriarity, and in fact became engaged shortly after the party. Winnie and I started seeing each other, and were engaged for a short time."
"Why short?"
"I wish you"d tell me why this matters to anyone. I t was nearly fifteen years ago."
"I wonder why it"s difficult for you to talk about it, after almost fifteen years."
Now Felicity sat, picked up her coffee for a long, slow sip as she studied Eve. "What has he done?"
"What makes you think he"s done anything?"
"I "m a psychologist." Both her face and her voice sharpened. "You and I can play cryptic all day long."
"I can only tell you he"s connected to an investigation, and my partner and I are conducting background checks. Your name came up."
"Well, as I said, I haven"t seen or spoken to him in a very long time."
"Bad breakup?"
"Not particularly." Her gaze shifted away from Eve"s. "We simply didn"t suit."
"Why are you afraid of him?"
"I "ve no reason to be afraid of him."
"Now?"
She re-angled in her chair. Stalling, Eve noted, trying to pick the right words, the right att.i.tude.
"I don"t know that I had any reason to be afraid of him then. You"re not here because you"re doing simple background, because he"s connected to an investigation. You"re investigating him. I think it"s reasonable for me to know what and why before I tell you anything."
"Two people are dead. Is that enough?"