“I'll take it from here,” Elizabeth told Eve. “I've become an expert in this arena.”
With considerable relief, Eve left her to it. And took the opportunity to head back upstairs.
This time, Webster was leaning over Peabody 's shoulder.
“Stop crowding my partner,” Eve snapped.
Webster straightened, but held his ground. “I have to head downtown shortly, give my report.”
“Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. What've you got?” she asked Peabody.
“Looks like you hit on something with the properties. I've got what you call a townstone on the Moss's block. Purchased three months after the custody resolution in the name of the Triangle Group. No financing, so they plunked down the whole-considerable-shot. No income until six weeks after Moss's death. Got rentals coming in after that. Tenants are clean and unconnected as far as I can tell. Triangle Group also owns, since March 2054, a two-family building two blocks south of the hospital where Brenegan was murdered. Tenants in and out, every six months like clockwork. I think we might find some of the names from Cassandra or Doomsday in here.”
“Kirkendall, Clinton, Isenberry. Triangle Group. Cute. We tie them to it.”
“It's a tangle, Dallas.”
She paced away, paced back. Webster was a solid cop, she knew. But he was still IAB. Overtime was racking up, and nothing made the review board, the brass, the nut crunchers bitch like unauthorized OF.
But there were ways around it.
“You're past shift,” she said to Peabody. “You and the rest of the team. Clock out.”
“But we've got-”
“You're off the clock.” She smiled thinly at Webster as she spoke. “What you do with your own time, in your own home, isn't my business. Or the department's. You want to do something useful,” Eve told Webster. “Go file your report. Get them off my back for the next forty-eight.”
“I can do that. Give the detective her orders. I've gone suddenly and strangely deaf.”
“Shoot this to your desk unit and get down to Central.”
“Do you want to move on these buildings?”
“Tomorrow. Try for at least six hours' downtime. We're going to put this in place tomorrow. We move this team back to Central, avoid inquiries from IAB about what the hell we're doing here. Get a conference room booked for seven hundred tomorrow. Tell the rest of the team to do the same or work from home.”
She could see it, and in her head was already outlining strategy.
“Start looking for other properties under that name or similar ones. Under any of the tenants' names who lived in the building near the hospital. I want their base. We get their base, we change this op around, and that's where we move on them.”
“Will you work from here?”
“I'll be pursuing the same data. I want your unit talking to mine. Something breaks, I'll come downtown. Got all that?”
“Got it.”
“Then get all these cops out of my house.”
“ Dallas.” Webster stopped her as she turned to the door. “Nobody's business what I do on my own time, either. If I happened to get copies of this data Detective Peabody's finessed, I could entertain myself by seeing if I could beat her, or you, to the rest.”
“ Peabody, have you got any problem having a race with an IAB suit?”
“I thrive on competition.”
“There you go. Beat his ass.”
Better yet, she thought as she walked out. She'd get Roarke to work unraveling. And she'd work with him, and they'd ring the goddamn bell. There had to be enough civilians in the damn house to ride the controls on a couple of kids while she worked.
She swung by the computer lab, and the lounge where Baxter and Trueheart were set up to relay the data. “Check out the owners before the buy,” she ordered. “See if there's a connect-military, paramilitary- siblings, spouses, offspring in same. Get current status. Let's see if we can squeeze out a weasel. But do it from home. You're officially off the clock.”
She veered off to start downstairs, and Summerset intercepted.
“Lieutenant, your guests require some of your attention.”
“Cram the etiquette lesson. Tell Roarke I'm working in his office and I require some of his attention. Now.”
Pleased to save time, and to have been able to tell Summerset to cram anything, she backtracked and sat at Roarke's desk.
“Engage computer.”
One moment, please, to verify authorization by voice scan. Verified, Darling Eve. Engaged.
“Christ, what if somebody hears that? Don't you know there are cops in the damn woodwork around here? Search all data, Triangle Group.”
Searching… Triangle Group, licensed real estate brokerage company, subsidiary of Five-By Corporation.
“Location or locations of Triangle Group's offices or company headquarters.”
Working… Triangle Group is listed as an electronic company with base office 1700 Pennsylvania Avenue, East Washington.
“Display map, East Washington. Highlight given address.”
Map displayed. Highlighted location is The White House.
“Yeah, even I knew that. Little power trip. Search data on Five-By Corporation.”
She leaned back as the computer fed her data, then glanced over as Roarke came in.
“You needed something?”
“Kirkendall acquired real estate near two of the targets. Prime stuff, good investment. Looks like he kept them. Using a couple of blinds, or a couple we've got so far. Triangle Group out of Five-By Corporation.”
“Triangle.” He moved toward her, brushed her out of his chair. “Logical. Five-By? Is that an indication there are two more prime players in this?”
“Five-by-five.”
“Is twenty-five?”
“No, not math. Military term.”
“You've got one on me.”
“It's like loud and clear. Like I hear you fine. Everything's solid. Like that.”
“Ah.” He looked over what she'd already done. “The White House. Don't we think a lot of ourselves? And the parent organization is ostensibly housed in the Pentagon and the UN, and I believe this is Buckingham Palace. However grand their delusions, they don't make much of a blip in the business world. I've never heard of either company. Let's just see what we see.”
“Can I leave you on this a minute? I need to update the commander. It might keep them off my ass a while longer.”
“Go on, but pop downstairs and see if all's well, will you? I left Mavis as acting host, and Christ knows what she might think up.”
She made the call, and put off her social obligations long enough to pop in on Feeney as he was wrapping up.
Once she made it down, she found all the adults, including Elizabeth, in the parlor.
“They're fine,” Elizabeth told her. “Having such a good time I thought I'd let them hang together, as Kevin says, for a little while.”
“Good. Okay. Fine.”
“Don't worry about us,” Mira told her. “It's obvious you've had something come up. We can easily entertain ourselves for a while.”
“Even better.”
In the game room Nixie and Kevin took a break from the machines. She liked having another kid around, even if he was a boy. And his mother and father seemed nice. His mother had even played Intergalactic War with them. And nearly won, too.
But she was glad she'd gone away for a while. There were things you couldn't say with adults around.
“How come you don't talk like your mom and dad?” Nixie wanted to know.
“I talk like everybody.”
“No, they have a sort of accent. It's different. How come you don't?”
“Maybe because they haven't been my mom and dad the whole time. But they are now.”
“They, like, adopted you?”
“We had a party when they did. Almost like a birthday. There was chocolate cake.”
“That's nice.” She thought it was, but there was a jittery feeling in her stomach. “Did somebody kill your real mom and dad?”
“My other mom,” he corrected. “Because I have a real mom. You get to be real when you're adopted.”