of coffee and remembered she’d neglected to load it with the real thing she’d become spoiled by.
“Shit. Sometimes you just got to suck it up. Or down.”
She programmed an extralarge, black. And when the scent hit, she smiled. It was loaded with her brand. “Peabody, it really must be love.”
She gulped some down, ignored the jitter in her belly from caffeine overload, as Feeney came in. “Got your ninety percent. Ninety-point-one, and you ain’t going to get better. Give me that.”
He grabbed the coffee, drank it like a camel at an oasis. And he eyed her over the rim. “Maybe you need this more than I do. You don’t look like you’ve slept in a week.”
“Four dead, Feeney, in less than that. And those?” She gestured to the side of the board where she’d put the other victims. “All of those, too, from before. Their practice sessions. There could be another face up there tonight, or tomorrow. And what’ve I got?”
She pushed at her hair, pressed on her eyes. “It’s like weaving cobwebs together. A few strands of . . . whatever’s stronger than cobwebs. What I’ve got points to motive, method, opportunity, but it doesn’t hit the bull’s-eye. And I have to convince the PA and Whitney that it does, that it will.”
“You believe you can make it stick?” When she hesitated, he jabbed her shoulder.
“Ow.”
“You better fucking believe it or they won’t. Don’t waste my time here, or everybody else’s.”
“I know it. I know it. I’m tired. Half punchy, half twitchy.”
“I’d tell you to take a booster but you’ve probably had a cargo hold of coffee already.” He took a long, merciless study. “Go . . . do something with your face.”
“Huh?”
“Whatever it is your kind does. It’s one thing to look overworked, and another to look wrung out when you’re trying to pull a warrant this way.”
“You think because I have a vagina I cart around face enhancers?”
“Jesus, Dallas, you don’t have to use language like that. Borrow some, for Christ’s sake. You don’t want them looking at you thinking, ‘Man, Dallas needs some sleep.’ You want them focused on what you show them.”
“Fine. Fine. Crap.” She yanked out her communicator. “Peabody, put this on private.”
“What? Is there a break?”
“Are we private?”
“Yeah, what—”
“Do you have any face gunk?”
“Ah . . . sure. I got a supply in my desk for—what’s wrong with my face?”
“It’s for me. And if you say a word, if you breathe a syllable, I’ll rip your tongue out with my bare hands and feed it to the first rabid dog I find. Meet me in the bathroom, and bring the crap.” She clicked off. “Satisfied?” she demanded of Feeney, and stomped out.
It only took about five minutes, and that with Peabody trying to offer advice and instruction. The first thing she did was put her head in the sink, grit her teeth, and turn the water on full and cold.
It shocked the edge of fatigue away.
She toned down the circles under her eyes, added some color to cheeks she had to admit looked pasty and pale.
“That’s it.”
“I’ve got some nice lip dyes, and this mag eyeliner, and some—”
“That’s it,” Eve repeated, and raking her fingers through her wet hair, headed back to the conference room.
The scent of food hit the empty pit of her stomach. In the few minutes she’d been gone, someone had brought in another table and loaded it with paninis, subs, pizza.
Roarke picked up a panini, held it out. “Eat. You’ll think more clearly. And later, you can have a cookie.”
She didn’t argue, but took a huge bite. And just closed her eyes. “Okay. Good. You got cookies?”
“It seemed apt. Now take this blocker. No point going into this with a headache. Just a blocker,” he added, popping the little pill in her mouth, then handing her a bottle of water. “Hydrate.”
“Jesus. Cut it out.” She guzzled water, took another bite of panini. “I’m in charge here.”
He tugged a damp lock of her hair. “And it suits you. Your bullpen’s buzzing.”
“I need five minutes of quiet before—”
“Food!” McNab, who probably smelled pizza in EDD, led the charge.
“Take your five,” Roarke told her, and she nodded.
She settled for crossing to the windows, and blocking out the sound of cops pouncing on a bonanza of free food.
When she heard the commander’s voice, she turned. Mira came in, walked straight to her. “I wasn’t able to get away sooner.”