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 space 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 spaces 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 space. 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 glass.
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.
“It’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.
“It 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. “If 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 spacious 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. “It 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