Portrait in Death by J. D. Robb Page B

Officer-"
    "Lieutenant."
    "Lieutenant, I just work the bar, mostly days, maybe twenty hours a week. I talk up the customers, give them a hand if they have trouble with the stations or booths. I don't have any authority."
    "I do." She tapped her badge. "I can get a warrant, and we can call in your manager. Or you can give me the discs, for which I'll give you an official NYPSD receipt. All that will take time, and I don't like wasting time when I'm on a murder investigation."
    "Murder?" His white face lost even the hint of color. "Somebody's dead? Who? Oh man, oh man, not Rachel." His fingers inched away from the picture that remained on the bar, and crawled up to his throat. "She's dead?"
    "You ever have anything but sports on-screen here?"
    "What? Ah, music vids after nine."
    "I guess you don't watch much news."
    "Hardly ever. It's depressing."
    "You got that right. Rachel's body was found early this morning. She was killed last night." Eve leaned companionably on the bar. "Where were you last night, Steve?"
    "Me? Me?" Terror rippled across his face. "I wasn't anywhere. I mean, sure, I was somewhere. Everybody's somewhere. I was here until about nine, and just went on home-got a pizza on the way, then watched some screen. I'd put in eight on the stick, and just wanted to flake, you know? I'll get you the discs, you'll see I was here."
    He dashed off.
    "Pizza and screen doesn't alibi him for Rachel Howard," Peabody pointed out.
    "No. But it's getting me the discs."
    ***
    It was only two hours past end of shift when Eve drove through the gates toward home. She considered it a major accomplishment. Of course, she calculated she had at least two more hours to put in before she called it a day, but she'd be putting in the time from her home office.
    The house looked its best in summer, she thought, then immediately shook her head. Hell, it looked its best at every season, at any time of the day or night. But there was something to be said about the way that rambling elegance of stone showed itself off against a summer blue sky. With the rolling sea of green grass surrounding it, the splashes and pools of color from the gardens, the lush shade spilling along the ground from the trees, it was a miracle of privacy and comfort in the middle of the urban landscape.
    A far cry from a downtown recycle bin.
    She parked, as was her habit, in front of the house, then simply sat, drumming her fingers on the wheel. Summerset wouldn't be lurking in the foyer, ready with some sarcastic observation about her being late. She wouldn't be able to jab back at him, which was just a little annoying now that she thought about it.
    And he wasn't there to be irritated by her leaving her car in front instead of stowing it in the garage. It almost compelled her to put it away herself.
    But there was no need to get crazy.
    She left it where it was, trudged through the smothering heat, and into the glorious cool of home.
    She'd nearly turned to the monitor to ask Roarke's location when she caught the faint drift of music. Following it, she found him in the parlor.
    He sat in one of the plush antique chairs he favored, a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes closed. It was so rare to see him completely shut down, she felt a little twist under her heart. Then his eyes opened, that shock of blue, and when he smiled the pressure released again.
    "Hello, Lieutenant."
    "How's it going?"
    "Better than it was. Wine?"
    "Sure. I'll get it." She crossed over to the bottle he'd left on the table, poured a glass for herself. "Been home long?"
    "I haven't, no. A few minutes."
    "Did you eat?"
    His eyebrows arched, the eyes beneath warming with humor. "I did, if one considers what's available at the hospital edible. And you?"
    "I caught something, and yours couldn't have been worse than what I can get at Central. So you went by to see Mr. Grace and Agility?"
    "He sends you equally fond thoughts." Roarke sipped his wine, watched her over the rim. Waited.
    "Okay, okay." She