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New York to Dallas

New York to Dallas

Titel: New York to Dallas
Autoren: J. D. Robb
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likely McQueen was preparing to move on, either out of New York or simply to a new partner.”
    She favored the new-partner theory, always had.
    “He confessed to nothing, even after intense interrogation. He was convicted on multiple counts of kidnapping, forced imprisonment, rape, battery, and was sentenced to consecutive life sentences without possibility of parole on-planet, at Rikers, where the reports state he was a model prisoner.”
    She heard one of her men give a sound of disgust and derision, and since she felt the same, made no comment.
    “Right up until yesterday when he slit the throat of a medical and escaped. Since that time he returned to his former apartment, bound the couple living there, threatened them, and after forcing the male vic to leave to find me, beat and raped the female, leaving her with the heart tattoo numbered twenty-seven.
    “He left them alive because he wanted them to deliver messages. He’s back, and he intends to pick up where he left off. This isn’t homicide,” she added. “It’s not officially our investigation.”
    She saw Baxter straighten at his desk. “LT—”
    “But,” she continued in the same tone, “when a fuck like McQueen sends me a message, I’m going to pay attention. I expect every one of you to do the same. Read his file. Take his picture. Whatever you’re working on, whoever you’re talking to—a wit, a weasel, a vic, a suspect, another cop, the guy selling you a soy dog from the corner glidecart, you show it. Keep your eyes and ears open. He’s already hunting for number twenty-eight.”
    She headed to her office—she needed a minute—and only closed her eyes briefly when she heard Peabody’s footfalls behind her.
    “I have to write up the report, Peabody, and touch base with the commander. Read the file.”
    “I’ve read the file. I studied the case, in depth, when I was at the Academy. You were barely out of the Academy yourself when you found him. Still in uniform. It was your first major collar. You—”
    “I was there, Peabody. I remember the details.”
    Peabody’s dark eyes stayed steady, her square face sober. “You know who he is, what he is, how he is. So you know he broke pattern to send you a message. You cost him twelve years, Dallas. He’s going to come after you.”
    “Maybe, but I’m not his type. I went through puberty a long time ago. I’m not naive, stupid, or defenseless. It’s a lot more likely he’ll consider it a competition—he needs to beat me. And there’s a city full of young girls for him to pluck from to make me pay for those dozen years.”
    Tired, she sat. “He doesn’t want me dead, Peabody, at least not right off. He wants to show me he’s smarter than I am. He wants to humiliate me, at least for a while. That’s how he’d see this, a humiliation for me when he starts his new collection.”
    “He’d have studied you. He thinks he knows you, but he doesn’t.”
    “He will, before it’s over. Look, we’re getting tight on time. Go change into your uniform.”
    “We can postpone the ceremony, start working the case.”
    Though having a medal pinned on her chest was the last thing Eve wanted with Tray Schuster’s grieving face and Julie Kopeski’s shockglazed eyes in her head, she shook her head.
    “We’re not postponing anything, and it’s not our case.” But she intended to make a hard pitch for it. “Now get out of my hair. I have to change, too. You’re not the only one getting a medal today.”
    “I know it’s not your first. Is it still a big to you?”
    “This one is. This one’s a big. Now go away.”
    Alone, she sat a moment. Peabody was right, she thought, McQueen didn’t know her. She wasn’t humiliated. She was sick—in the heart and the belly, in the mind. And thank God, she realized, she was working her way toward pissed.
    She’d work better pissed.

2
     
    I n the locker room with its familiar perfume of sweat and soap and someone’s cheap aftershave, Eve tied on the hard black uniform shoes. She hated them—always had—but regulation was regulation. She flexed her toes a moment, then pushed off the bench, reached for her uniform cap. Turning to the mirror, she fixed it squarely on her head.
    She could see herself as she’d been a dozen years before, green as spring, with a shine on her shield and on those damned hard black shoes.
    A cop, then and now, without any question, any hesitation over what she was meant to be. Had to be. She’d thought
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