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'A smaller bowl, undamaged, can be seen here on the dresser. Various illegal substances are still in it, and others are on the floor. It appears Greene continued to use while the symptoms of the infection manifested. There were traces of blood on the sheets, probably from a nosebleed, and traces of semen indicating he was capable of masturbating or engaging in sexual relations with Wade prior to death. Autopsy will tell us which. Wade's body showed no evidence of recent sexual activity.'
'Where the hell is he?' Baxter asked.
'We'll get there. Reconstruct tells me, he probably spent some time closed up in the bedroom, popping illegals, jerking off, while in the last hours, Wade entertained herself in the living area. Ate junk food, got buzzed, watched some screen. Greene wouldn't have been good company, but hanging in a Park Avenue condo with easy access to illegals, plenty of food, lots of alcohol, was a better deal than picking up a few tricks on the street, maybe getting busted. She'd tough it out until he came around.'
Trueheart raised his hands again. Baxter simply kicked him lightly, shook his head. 'Uh-uh,' he whispered. 'She's in the zone.'
'Eight transmissions came in during the last three days. Neither of them answered. They were all for Greene. She wouldn't be interested in playing his admin. At some point this afternoon, she gets up. Maybe she wants to go out, look for some action. Maybe she goes to the bedroom, but he's locked the door. Asshole. Her clothes are in there. How she's supposed to go out if she can't get her clothes, slick up some? She wants him to open the door, open the goddamn door, but he doesn't. She kicks at it, bruises her toes. Pisses her off. Bumps it a couple times with her left hip, bruises that some, too. Fuck him.'
She could see it, almost feel the girl's edgy frustration. All buzzed up and nowhere to go. 'She heads into the kitchen, looking for something sweet. You get a sweet attack with Jazz. Gets herself some ice cream, and feeling put out, writes asshole on the counter in chocolate sauce.
'She turns around, and there he is. He looks bad, really bad. His nose is bleeding, his eyes are red. His breath is horrible, and the rest of him smells like a sewer. Doesn't look like he's changed out of his underwear in days. If he thinks she's going to do him now, he is so wrong.' Purity In Death – Eve Dallas 17
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She brought the kitchen of the condo back into her head. White and silver and red from the blood. 'She says something, something a teenager thinks is clever and cutting. He hits her, hits a good one across the face. Knocks her back so she bangs her head on the AutoChef, drops her bowl of ice cream. It hurts. She hit her head hard enough to break the skin, enough to leave some skin and hair on the door of the AutoChef.
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She paused a minute as if thinking it through. 'And like that,' she concluded.
'Did you see him between that time and yesterday?'
'Not to see. But I heard him yesterday morning. I was sleeping, but he woke me up pounding on the super's door and yelling at him to fix the climate control. He was cursing up a streak, which wasn't something you heard him do a whole lot, but the super didn't open the door, and Louie K., he went on back up, not out like he did most days.'
'He went back up to his apartment after trying the super.'
'Yeah, and that's kinda strange 'cause Louie K. was really, you know, like disciplined about work. I don't think he'd gone out for a while, now that you mention it. Anyway I was getting dressed yesterday when I heard all the yelling and the crashing upstairs. I only peeked out for a second, and saw that cute cop come running in. Then I hid in the closet. The cute cop was calling out for somebody to call 911. I guess I should've, but I was awfully scared and stuff.'
'You heard the responding officer call for someone to call for police backup?'
Reenie bowed her head. 'Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't help, but I thought somebody else would and I was scared. I guess it wouldn't have made a difference anyway because it all got over pretty fast. The cop guy, the cute guy, I think he's a real hero to go up there the way he did when everybody else stayed inside where it was safe. Maybe, if you see him and stuff you could tell him I said so. And I feel bad I didn't help.'
'Sure,' Eve replied. 'I'll let him know.'
***
Rather than write an updated report, Eve opted to go straight to Commander Whitney with an oral. She had to wheedle a five-minute window through the commander's assistant but she was willing to take what she could get for the impact of a face-to-face.
'Thank you for making time, Commander.'
'If I could make time, my day would be a lot less harried. Make it fast, Lieutenant.'
He continued to read whatever data was on his desk screen. His profile was stony. The bulk of him suited the large and currently cluttered desk as did the weight of his command. Both that bulk and that weight, Eve had reason to know, carried steely muscle.
'Regarding the incident involving Officer Trueheart, sir. I've gathered additional data, which indicates the terminated assailant may have suffered from a preexisting that caused his death. ME Morris is still running tests but has stated that due to this condition the subject would have died within the hour.'
'Morris shot me a brief prelim on that. You have loyal associates, Dallas.'
'Sir. Trueheart has completed Testing by now. Results should be in by morning. I'd like to postpone any IAB involvement until the investigation into yesterday's incident shows clearly if any such involvement is warranted or necessary.'
Whitney turned to her now, his wide, dark face closed. 'Lieutenant, do you have any reason to believe that a standard IAB investigation and interview will cast any shadow on the actions taken by this officer?'
'No, Commander.'
'Then let it ride. Let it ride,' he repeated before she could speak. 'Let the boy stand for himself. Let him clear himself. He'll be the better for it. Having you in his corner is one thing. Having you stand as a shield is another entirely.'
'I'm not trying to . . .' She trailed off, realizing she was doing just that. 'Permission to speak frankly, Commander.'
'As long as it's brief.'
'I feel some responsibility as I brought Trueheart in from his former detail. A few months ago he was seriously injured on one of my ops. He follows orders to the letter and he has a lot of spine. But his instincts are still developing, and his skin's still thin. I just don't want to see him take any more hits over this than he deserves.'
'If he can't stand up to it, better he finds out now. You know that, Dallas.'
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'If there's a preexisting, mandatory thirty day can be waived. You know that, Commander, as you know the emotional and mental distress even a by-the-book suspension can bring on. He responded to a call for help. He put himself on the line, without hesitation.'
'He failed to call for backup.'
'Yes, sir, he did. Did you ever fail to call for backup?'
Whitney's eyebrows lifted. 'If I did, I deserved to get kicked for it.'
'I'll kick him.'
'I'll consider the waiver, Lieutenant, once all data and results are in and studied.'
'Thank you, sir.'
***
Huddled in his cube, Halloway ran another series of scans on the Cogburn unit. And groused.
Play a little Crusader on your break, and you get all the shit details dumped on you. Who the hell cared about the data stored on the drive of a dead kiddie dealer's unit? What was Feeney going to do? Tattle on the pint-sized clients to their mommies?
Four hours, he thought, and popped a blocker for the vicious headache trumpeting inside his skull. Four frigging hours dicking with useless data on a useless second-rate unit all because bigshot Dallas comes begging to bigshot Feeney.
He sat back, rubbed his blurry eyes.
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He couldn't get past the shield on this Purity transmission. Cogburn hadn't generated the message. That much he'd verified. It had come from outside, but so the f**k what?
Absolute Purity. Probably some sort of baby lotion.
His head was killing him. And God, it was hot in here. Damn climate control must've gone out again. Nobody did their jobs anymore. Nobody but him.
He shoved away from the desk, pushed out of his cube, desperate for water, for air.
He elbowed other cops out of his way, earned himself some inventive suggestions on self-gratification.
At the water cooler, he glugged down cup after cup as he tracked the movements of his associates.
Look at them. Like a bunch of ants in a nest. Somebody ought to do the world a favor and squash some ants.
'Hey, Halloway.' McNab bounced in fresh from a field assignment. 'How's it going? Heard you caught a shit detail.'
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'Fuck you, asshole.'
Temper rolled over McNab's face, but then he noted Halloway's pallor, and the beads of sweat. 'You look a little wasted. Maybe you should take a break.'
Halloway downed more water. 'Somebody's gonna get wasted. Get off my case before I show the rest of these dickweeds what a pansy Feeney's pet really is.'
'You got a problem with me?' If so, it was a new one. To that point McNab and Halloway had flowed along smoothly. 'We can take it down to the gym and work it out. See who's the pansy of EDD.'
Feeney swept in, stopped by the cooler when he felt the hot wall of tension. 'McNab, I want that report ten minutes ago. Halloway, you got all this time to stand around the cooler I can find more for you to do. Move it.'
'Later,' Halloway muttered under his breath, and stalked back to his cube with his head raging.
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With Peabody in tow, Eve stopped by the hospital for a followup interview with Suzanne Cohen. The woman was weepy and despondent, having discovered her affection for Ralph ran considerably deeper now that he was dead.
But she had nothing appreciable to add to the mix. Her version of the incident on the stoop followed Reenie's, as did her basic take on Louie K.
He was quiet, except for his music, and kept mostly to himself.
'Isn't that always the way?' Eve noted. 'Every time you've got some guy going on a spree that ends in blood, people say he was quiet and kept to himself. Just once, I'd like to hear how he was a maniac who ate live snakes.'
'There was that guy last year who bit off the heads of pigeons before he jumped off the roof of his apartment building.'
'Yeah, but he only splattered himself, and we didn't catch that one. No point in trying to cheer me up with pigeon eaters.' Despondent herself, Eve pulled out her beeping communicator. 'Dallas.'
'Thought you'd want an update,' Morris began. 'I'm still running tests, and results in are largely inconclusive.'
'Boy, that sure perks me up.'
'Patience, Dallas, patience.' His face was glowing the way some people glowed when they claimed to have found Jesus, Eve thought.
'What we've got here is worthy of a write-up in medical journals across the land. This guy's brain is fascinating. Like it was under attack from the inside. But there's no tumor, no mass, no sign of disease as such.'
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'But there's damage. Brain damage.'
'I'll say. Like someone set microscopic charges inside it. Biff, bam, boom. You know how I likened it to an overinflated balloon?'
'Yeah.'
'Picture this balloon, in an enclosed space, in this case, the skull. Balloon swells, bigger, bigger. Space stays the same. It keeps pushing, expanding, but it's got no place to go. Pressure builds, builds, builds. Capillaries burst. Ping, ping, ping. Nose bleeds, ear bleeds until . . . Pop!'
'That's a really pretty image.'
'Poor sucker had to be suffering from major headaches. The Mount Vesuvius of headaches. I've sent tissue to the lab for further analysis, and I'm calling in a neurologist.'
'Would this damage have caused his sudden violent behavior?'
'I can't tell you that, not conclusively. But the pain may have pushed him over the edge. Pain's nature's warning system. Ouch, something wrong with me. Enough pain though, can drive you crazy. And, an invasive body such as a tumor in the brain can cause aberrant behavior. This brain was, unquestionably, invaded.'
'By what?'
'The best I can tell you is it looks like some sort of neurological virus. Pinning that down isn't going to be quick work.'
'Okay, get me what you can when you can.' She clicked off. 'Looks like it's moving out of the area of police problem and into medical problem. We'll close it up. Subject, suffering from as yet undiagnosed neurological disorder, assaults and kills neighbor, attacks another. Police response results in death of assailant. Trueheart's just got to hold on through the IAB bullshit.'
'Are you going to let him know the guy was mostly dead before the stun?'
'Yeah, but he should handle IAB first. Whitney's right. I go standing in front of him, it makes him look weak.'
'He's not, you know.' Peabody smiled a little. 'He's just . . . pure.'
'Yeah, well, his purity's a little soiled now, and he'll probably be better off. We'll swing into EDD and see if they've pinned down the other Purity. I want to tie this up and put it away.'
***
In his cube, Halloway raged and he sweated and he worked. He didn't know he was dying, but he knew, he knew damn well he was being abused.
He couldn't remember, not exactly, why he had this old and crappy data center on his work counter. But he remembered, oh he remembered, the way Feeney had slapped at him, how Feeney had humiliated him.
And McNab, that asshole, breezing up and sneering. Laughing at him behind his back. Laughing right in his face. Why was he the one who always got the plum assignments? Those plums should go to Colleen Halloway's son, Kevin. And they would if that backstabber McNab didn't kiss Feeney's ass every chance he got.
They were holding him down, holding him back. Both of them, he thought as he swiped his forearm over his sweat-drenched face. Trying to ruin him.
They weren't going to get away with it.
God. God! He wanted to go home, go to bed. He wanted to be alone in his own place, away from this heat, away from this noise, away from the pain.
His vision blurred as he stared down into the guts of the unit Feeney had ordered him to work on.
And he saw McNab's guts spread out and gleaming under his hands.
Take it down to the gym? He let out a little snort that ended on a sob. Hell with that! Hell with them. He pushed to his feet, closed his hand over his holstered weapon. Drew it.
They'd handle this here and now. Like men.
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Eve stepped into the glide. 'I don't need you for this, Peabody.'
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'Sir, I'm your faithful aide. I feel obliged to stay close to your side.'
'If you think you're coming up to EDD with me so you can play grab-ass with McNab, you're very much mistaken, faithful aide.'
'The thought never crossed my mind.'
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'Is that so? Why are your pants on fire?'
Peabody grinned. 'They're not because I'm not lying. I was thinking of pat-ass, not grab-ass. His is so skinny it's kind of tough to grab a good handful.'
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She hopped off beside Eve, and since she thought she saw her lieutenant's mouth twitch in what might have been a smile rather than the usual muscle tic during such conversations, she pushed.