“Enough. Shut her down, McNab, and start on the comps.”
She turned away, noticed Trueheart wasn’t blushing. Instead his eyes were hard as flint, all cop.
“All right, boys and girls, let’s see what else we can find so we can all eat cake.”
By the time they’d finished, Peabody chugged the water from the tubes McNab passed out. “This has to set a record for us. Most evidence ever bagged. Logging it’s going to take hours.”
“Won’t that be fun for some bored drone?” Eve glanced at her comm. “Knightly is booked—on the assaulting an officer charge—and already talking to his lawyer.”
“Not a lawyer in the history of lawyers who could spin this one,” Olsen said.
“They’ll try to make a case for insanity. We’re not going to let them. Baxter, I’ll get you and Trueheart back to your ride.”
“Don’t worry about it, boss. Trueheart’s got a buddy who’ll run us back to my baby in a black-and-white.”
“Even better. This was good work, everyone. Good, solid work. McNab, you buffed your e-creds today.”
“Thanks.”
“Keep buffing. Once the droid and the rest of the electronics are loaded for transfer, go with them, and keep digging.”
Hands rubbing together, McNab bopped his hips. “What’s it make me that I can’t freaking wait?”
“Top geek of the day. Olsen, Tredway, see you back at Central. Peabody, with me.”
“I want him in a cage,” Peabody began as they walked to the car. “For the rest of his life. Then I want him reincarnated as a slug and put in a tiny box for the rest of that life. Then he can come back as a cockroach. You get the idea.”
“It’s a really good idea.”
“But.” Peabody huffed as she settled into the car. “Don’t you figure he’s totally crazy?”
“He’s so bat-shit crazy he should come back as bat-shit in one of those lives. But he’s not legally insane. Not even close. He knew what he was doing, Peabody, every step of the way. Mira’s going to say the same.”
“I wonder if you can come back as bat-shit. It’s organic. Are there maybe fizzies in your vehicle AutoChef? I seriously need a boost.”
“I don’t know, try it.”
“You want?”
“Not one of those oversweet bubbly things that look like dyed slush.” She started to opt for coffee, then realized she needed something cold. She already had too much heat in her throat. “Pepsi.”
“Cherry fizzy, score! We’re going to have to tell the Patricks. The rest of the victims and survivors, but the Patricks … It’s almost as bad as when we had to tell Mr. Mira about his cousin.”
“Makes you wonder about cousins.”
“I’ve got dozens of cousins. Pretty great cousins.” She passed Eve the tube of Pepsi. “I don’t have to play good cop with Knightly, do I?”
“No, you don’t. We don’t need a confession. I’ll damn well get one, but we don’t need it. We’re going to hammer him, Peabody, give him a good taste of what it’s like to be trapped.
“Tag Reo, tell her we’re coming in. Mira, too.” Though she wished now she hadn’t said she would … “And Roarke.”
She hit lights and sirens. “I want to get started.”
* * *
When she strode into the bullpen, Jenkinson waved a hand. “Your asshole’s lawyer’s squawking about having a sit-down with you.”
“He’ll have to wait. Peabody, get the record of Knightly’s trophy room and workshop set up in Interview, and get the asshole and his lawyer brought up once you do.”
She walked to her office, decided coffee wouldn’t hurt after all, then sat to put together a big, fat file of photos and documents.
In the end, she used fat files for each set of victims, finishing the last as Reo came in.
“Do you want me in the box or in Observation?”
“Observation. I don’t want to get hung up on lawyer back-and-forthing right now. No deals on this, Reo.”
“So you said before, and what you showed us, briefly, from the suspect’s residence leaves no room and no need for any. I spoke with Mira. Her current analysis is the suspect is legally sane. Should that fall apart—”
“It won’t.”
“Should it,” Reo continued, “he’ll still spend the rest of his life caged.”
“I’ll get what you and Mira need. Then you’ll wrap him up. Max security, off-planet, consecutive life sentences.” She rose, hefted the files.
“Interview A,” Peabody said when Eve came out. “The commander had it held for us.”