J.D. Robb - New York to Dallas

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Robb, J. D., date.

New York to Dallas / J. D. Robb.

p. cm.

ISBN : 978-1-101-53691-9

1. Dallas, Eve (Fictitious character)Fiction. 2. Women detectivesNew York (State)New YorkFiction. 3. PoliceNew York (State)New YorkFiction. 4. New York (N.Y.)Fiction. I. Title.

PS3568.O243N

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The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.

THOMAS CARLYLE

I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lovd.

JOHN DONNE

W hile a late-summer storm bashed against her single skinny window, Lieutenant Eve Dallas wished for murder.

As far as she could see, a good, bloody killing was the only thing that would save her from the torture of paperwork stacked like the Alps on her desk at Cop Central. Her own fault, no question, but shed been just a little too busy investigating and closing cases to hunker down with budgets and expense reports and the damn evaluation sheets.

Telling herself it was part of the job didnt help when she actually had to do itin bulkwhich was why shed closed herself in her office with lots and lots of coffee and wondered why somebody didnt just kill somebody else and save her from this nightmare.

Not really, she told herself. Or not exactly. But since people consistently killed other people anyway, why not now ?

She stared at the numbers on her computer screen until her eyes throbbed. She cursed, sulked, steamed, then strapped on and squeezed, crunched, fudged, and manipulated until she could make the stingy departmental bottom line fit the needs of her division.

They were murder cops, she thought with bitter resentment. Homicide didnt run on blood alone.

She got through it, moved on to the expense chits submitted by her officers and detectives.

Did Baxter actually believe shed bite on three-seventy-five for shoes because hed fucked up his own chasing a suspect down a sewer? And why the hell had Reineke shelled out double the usual rate to a street-level licensed companion for information?

She stopped, got more coffee, stared out at the brutality of the storm for a few minutes. At least she wasnt out there, plugged like a wet cork into one of the shuddering airtrams, or shoving her way through the drowning hell of street traffic. She could be soaked, steaming like a clam in the endless stream of heat the summer of 2060 poured on New York.

Stalling, she thought in disgust, and forced herself to sit again. Shed promised herself shed finish before the afternoon ceremony. Both she and her partner would receive medals. Peabody had earned it and more, Eve thought, as the catalyst for taking down a ring of dirty cops.

If paperwork was the drudgery of command, submitting Peabodys name for the Meritorious Police Duty Honor for Integrity was a boon. All she had to do was finish the grunt work, then she could enjoy the moment with a clear head and guiltless conscience.

She wished she had candy, but she hadnt settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief. She wished she could dump some of this crap on Peabody the way she had when Peabody had been her aide instead of her partner.

Those days were over.

Stalling again, she admitted, and raked her fingers through her short, choppy brown hair.

She hacked her way through the expense reports, submitted them up the chain. Someone elses problem now, she decided and felt almost righteous. No reason she couldnt start the evals later.

Task complete. Shut it down.
Unable to comply, the computer responded.
I finished.
Inaccurate statement. Previous command stipulated all listed reports and evaluations must be complete before system rest.This command by Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, priority basis, can only be countermanded at her order by fire, terrorist attack, alien invasion or an open and active case requiring her attention...
Jesus, had she really programmed that? I changed my mind.
Previous command specifies changes of mind, fatigue, boredom, and other lame excuses not acceptable for countermand...
Bite me, Eve muttered.
Unable to comply...

Fine, fine, fine. Computer, display previous evals, in alpha order, for all officers under my command.

She worked her way through. Shed put the damn command in to keep herself in lineand because every single one of her men deserved the time and attention it took for a solid and judicious evaluation.

She finished Baxter, both Carmichaels, and had slogged her way to Jenkinson when the knock sounded on her door.

Yeah, what? She scowled over at Peabody as her partner opened the door. Is it an alien invasion?

Not that Ive heard. Theres a guy out here, pretty shaky, claims he can only speak to you. He says its a matter of life and death.

Yeah? She perked up. Computer, life-and-death countermand. Save and hold.

Verification required...

Peabody, tell this fucking machine theres a human being requiring my attention on a matter of life and death.

Ah, Computer, Peabody, Detective Delia, requests the lieutenants attention on an urgent matter.

Verification accepted. Saving data. On hold...

Annoyed, Eve gave the computer a rap with the heel of her hand. Its pretty pitiful when your own comp wont take your word.

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