“That took out five more – or six maybe. How many do —”
“Wait for it. Computer, split screen with identifying data on current display.”
Acknowledged. Working…
“So I’ll be able to do this holographically?”
“You will, or I will until you get the hang of it.”
“I know how to holo.” More or less. “Even with this setup.”
“Simpler and advanced from what you can do now from here or, from my standpoint, at Central. And there you are.”
She had addresses and the types of buildings. And with each building address were the floors that fit the criteria. The tally was twenty-three buildings.
“I can work with twenty-three. And if this leads me to the nest, you can count on extreme appreciation sex.”
“Would that include costumes and props?”
She rolled her eyes. “It hasn’t led me anywhere yet.”
“Perhaps a small advance.” He nipped lightly at the back of her neck.
“Get your brain off sex.”
“That would be beyond my programming capabilities. But until I collect my fee, you’ll want to cross-search the licenses, and the victims, with the twenty-three buildings.”
“Just exactly right. Before I do that, let me ask you this: You’re an LDSK – organized, skilled, controlled.”
“You assume controlled?”
“Three vics only. Literally dozens who could have been killed or injured – making a bigger impact, giving a bigger thrill. If impact and thrill are motives. So yeah, I assume controlled. Whether or not these three, or any of these three, are target specific: Would you use your own home – your apartment, even your office – as your nest?”
“Interesting question.” He picked up his whiskey again to mull it over. “The advantage there would be time. You’d have all the time in the world to observe the target area from that nest. Complete privacy, and the opportunity to take any number of dummy test strikes from the position.”
“Huh. Hadn’t thought of the last one yet, but it applies. Practice, and practice from the exact spot. It weighs. Disadvantages?”
“Clever cops, such as my own, diligently working through the potentials. Risking that clever cop making a connection. And an office? Unless it’s merely a front, most would have others working there, at least an assistant, building cleaning crew, and so on. Residence? Does your killer live alone, does whoever he might live with join in his desire to kill?
“I’d be more inclined to rent a space under an assumed name – which takes a bit of work,” he added, “but would be worth it. That office space, small apartment, hotel room. Then after this was done, abandon it.”
“So would I.” She nodded, as her thought process had run along the same lines. “Can’t rule out the other, but so would I. I’d trade the convenience of operating out of my own space for the lesser risk of using a temporary space. Hotels, work or living spaces leased within the last six months. He’s controlled, but I can’t see him using a rented space for longer. Okay.”
Roarke held her in place another moment, then released her. “Why don’t you do that cross-search. I’ll do the other.”
She rose, as did he, but she turned to him. “When this office thing happens, you could work in here on this kind of thing, if you wanted. Take the cop stuff out of your own space.”
“I don’t mind the cop stuff in my space.”
“I know. We’ll add that into the appreciation sex. I’ll look at the designs again when I finish this, pick one.”
“If one suits.”
“Yeah, if that.”
She manned her desk again, solo, began the cross-search. While it ran, she managed to figure out how to send Peabody the complicated program Roarke had written and implemented in under two hours.
She imagined fellow e-geek McNab would do a happy dance.
After adding an update, she went into the kitchen to program more coffee, reminding herself that space would change, too.
No need to hold on to the old, she told herself. And in reality, even the old had changed, since Mavis and Leonardo had her old apartment.
Nothing about it looked like the Spartan and basic cop place she’d lived in, not with all the color, the clutter, the kid.
The kid.
When Bella blipped into her mind, she remembered the party. She had to go to a baby birthday party, where surely there would be more babies. Crawling or walking in that drunk way they did, making those weird noises.
Staring like dolls.
Why did they do that?
She shook the thought away, got her coffee, went back to murder.
The incoming from Roarke signaled moments before he came back.
“Hotels, including an SRO flagged for you, and several rentals in the last six months. I’ve put those rented to families with children and multiple-use office spaces or with staff over three on low.”
“You ran occupants?”
“That would’ve been next, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a couple matches, but they don’t ring. A guy from the license list who has an aunt in one of the buildings – but she’s on a lower floor than works here. Plus, he’s got no military or police training, doesn’t actually appear to have any weapons training. We’ll check him out, but this isn’t our guy.”
Leaning back in her chair, she picked up her coffee, propped up her boots in her think-it-through mode.