about murder. That won’t make you sad enough to punch me.”
“Wise choice.”
“It’s not talking about you-know-what to ask what time the bartender hit with the you-know-what with the things that happen on the segments discussed.”
“Since I was working when said game happened, I can’t say, as such things vary according to the specific game, players, calls, and so on. Look it up.”
“Look up the … can I use the actual words, or will you feel compelled to punch me?”
“You get a pass. Look up last night’s Yankees game, run a replay on the bottom of the fifth.”
“I can do that.” Peabody got to work, then cringed. “Please don’t punch me, but I’m not sure I completely followed who was where in the game when he said she came in.”
“Murchini’s coming to the plate. There’re runners on first and third.”
“Okay, got it, wait … Oh, he is frosty. Time’s eight-fifty-three.”
“A little earlier this time. Check the bottom of the next inning.”
“Okay, okay.”
“The Yankees have a man on first, with Unger coming up to bat. You’re going to have a time-out as the Sox’s catcher talks to his pitcher.”
“Got it, got it. Gee, this Unger guy is seriously built. We’ve got nine-seventeen.”
“Didn’t waste time, did she?” Eve mused. “Got him out pretty quick.”
“Dallas, given the TOD, she spent nearly seven hours with Kagen.”
“Maybe she wanted more time. Maybe she overdosed him some since he’d already had so much alcohol in him. Maybe she had other things to do in there.”
She pulled into the garage at Central, into her slot.
“Darla Pettigrew,” Peabody said as they got out. “If we look at her, and I know that’s where you’re leaning, so if we look at her? One of the maybes is she had to take some time out to do something for or with her grandmother. I mean she started earlier, so what if she had to come back, spend some time with Eloise, either to establish an alibi or because Eloise needed something? I just don’t think the relationship there’s faked, on either side.”
“I don’t, either. And that’s good, Peabody,” she added as they got in the elevator. “That’s good. It costs her some time, time she makes up on the other end. TOD’s three-fifty-six, wit finds the DB, calls it in at four-fifty-eight.”
“If she’s staked out the target’s building—and she had to at some point, right?—she’d probably know when the wit got home, knew her window. I mean, why take chances?”
“She knew her window,” Eve agreed. “I bet she cut it close, but she knew her window. He’s dead about four, and she has to get him loaded up, transported up to 179th, laid out before Cohen walks home, arriving right about five. Yeah, she cut it close.”
“It works for me.” Used to it, Peabody barely sighed when Eve shoved off the elevator for the glides. “I see how it plays, so it works for me. But I don’t see, right now, how we prove it.”
“We’re going to write it up, send a memo to Mira to update any applicable profile. We’re going to interview the other women identified as part of the support group. We’re going to see if the DB told Morris anything new, then we’re going to nag the shit out of Harvo on the hair.”
“So, another day in paradise.”
“We’re going to run down that hair, Peabody. And we’re going to pay another visit to the legend and her granddaughter.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. One step at a time.”
She headed straight to her office, coffee, her board, and her book.
It infuriated her to add the third victim.
“Okay, bitch,” she said aloud, “you got your hat trick, but I’ll be damned if you notch a fourth.”
At her desk, she wrote her report, then outlined a profile of her top suspect for Mira’s review.
Subject is intelligent, organized, possesses IT and AI engineering skills. She is a member of the Women For Women support group and, thus far, acquainted with the female connected to each victim. She is mature, has access to funds, currently resides in a large, private residence—in fact, currently controls said residence and staff.
Subject is the granddaughter of a legendary actor, a globally known and admired celebrity and activist, primarily for women’s rights and status. Subject’s grandparents had a long-term marriage, by all accounts a near storybook-style love affair until the grandfather’s death. Grandmother still wears wedding ring. A wedding portrait hangs in the main parlor.
Theory: Subject expected and desired a relationship and marriage like her grandparents’. Expected and desired a spouse devoted