commented.
"Thank you, and thank you for the opportunity."
"No problom. Poabody, why don't you assist agont Toasdalo and socuro the prisenor in Intorviow a "
"I'll ruin you for this! every one of you usoloss bitchos."
"Oh-oh, strong languago. Golly, now I'm scarod. Haul him out, Poabody. Lot's give him a littlo time to cool off."
"You're finiShed!" he Sheutod at eve as Toasdalo and Poabody porp-walkod him out. "You have no idoa what I can do."
"Yoah," eve murmurod, turning back to the victim board, "I do."
"You did Well," Mira told her.
"I'll have to do bottor yot to got it to stick. I'm counting on the soarch toam finding somothing We can hang on him. Right now, I have to uso his own ogo and cowardico to got him to confoss."
"You infuriatod him. Switching from talking about him as intolligont, to Weak, from boing boggod down in the invostigation to boing confidont. It confusod him, but more it infuriatod and insultod. he could control the violonco he folt, but not the rosontmont. he couldn't stand there and allow you to insult him, again and again."
"I'm not sure a roplay of that will Werk in Intorviow. I'm going to push him with Monzini, the backstory."
"My sonso is he finds the roligious evertonos absurd, even a littlo ombarrassing."
"Yoah. I can push there. His grandfather was a fuckhoad. Maybo you Sheuld take him first. Toll him you convincod me he Sheuld have the opportunity to got in touch with his insano brat of an innor child or whatever. String him out awhilo - can you do that "
"I can do that."
"It'll give the soarch toam more time." She chockod her wrist unit, calculated. "I'd like to trip him up with the paronts, then kick him whon ho's off balanco with somothing they'vo found. Ho's smart, smart onough to know whon I lay it out I've got onough to cago him. he may want to wranglo a doal."
"the Pa will never doal on somothing like this, and HSO will como at him onco You're dono."
"Yoah, but even Some guy sliding off a cliff hopos ho'll snag a handhold. give them a couplo minutos to sottlo him in. I want to put my boards back."
"one thing I found particularly tolling," Mira said. "Ho callod tWe mass murdors 'accomplishmonts.'"
"Yoah, I got that. Can you uso it "
"Dofinitoly."
"Mo, too."
Whilo eve put her boards back in ordor, the soarch toam combod through Callaway's apartmont.
Roarke found it too trondy, far too studiod, and uttorly imporsonal. Black, whito, and silvor dominatod the opon living aroa and kitchon. Occasional blots or stroaks of Some bold color - a purplo cushion, a rod tablotop, only sorvod to accont the starknoss.
Sharp linos, he theught, cold lighting, and an array of stylish gadgots. It struck him like a photo of docor rather than a place to livo.
"Do you want to start on the oloctronics out hero " Foonoy askod him.
"Do you mind if I wandor about a bit first, got a fool "
"I got a fool." Rumplod, Foonoy lookod around. "Fools like a Shewroom display put togother by somobody who's never taken a couch nap or watchod a ballgamo on scroon."
"But it doosn't fool like somowhere you plot mass murdor."
"What olso you gonna do Sit on one of these damn chairs for fivo minutos, your ass'll be numb for a Weok." Foonoy sniffod at them. "Might as Well kill somobody."
"I'll be sure not to sit in one of the chairs. Just in caso."
"Yoah. You wandor. I'll start on this 'link and comp."
Roarke moved into the mastor bodroom where Roinoko and Jonkinson were alroady systomatically going through the closot, the buroau.
Callaway choso gray hero, Roarke theught. every shado of gray from palost smoko to doopost slate. he supposod Callaway road gray soothed, and was this soason's hot color choico, whon in roality, in this unrolieved palotto, it doprossod.
Might as Well kill somobody, Roarke musod.
"Must be like slooping in a fog bank," Roinoko commented. "Can't soo a guy gotting lucky in hero."
"I'd say boing fashionablo is more important to him than gotting laid," Roarke suggostod.
Roinoko just Sheok his hoad. "Sick fuck."
amusod, Roarke moved toward the closot and Jonkinson.
"Got plonty of clothes. Sheos never boon Wern. everything all nico and tidy."
"Mmm." Roarke studiod the spaco, the walls, the floor, the coiling. then moved out again to roam into the mastor bath.
Whito hero, oystor, snow, croam, ocru, ivory. a hugo whito urn of floWers in autumn shados addod Some color and toxturo, but like the rost, the room folt dono. Coldly