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There’s a streetlight, and she states she saw him clearly, and he was dancing.”
    “Sorry?”
    “That’s her statement, Lieutenant.” Eve heard the shrug in his voice. “Her description’s pretty strange, but she’s sticking to it, and doesn’t strike me as a whack job. Her apartment’s got a good view of the area, and she was up walking her kid—kid’s teething. She’s a short-order cook on parental leave. We got her on the canvass.”
    “What did she see?”
    He cleared his throat. “A monster. Possibly a demon.”
    “Officer Slovic, are you actually wasting my time on this?”
    “Sir, I wouldn’t, but she gave details, she had the time down, and she admits it sounds crazy.”
    “Give me the details.”
    “Male, medium build—she thinks—dark hair, wild and stringy.” He made the throat-clearing sound again. “Greenish skin, red, bulging eyes, contorted features, and prominent teeth, wearing a black cape and carrying a black satchel.”
    “And this green, red-eyed monster was dancing in the streetlight.”
    “And laughing, sir, in what the wit describes as a wild, guttural laugh. I believe her, Lieutenant, I mean about what she saw. It could be the subject was wearing a mask or a disguise.”
    “Yeah.” Eve heaved out a sigh. “Will she work with an artist?”
    “She’s anxious to.”
    “Contact Detective Yancy at Central, and get her to him.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    She shoved the com into her pocket. “A green, red-eyed, cape-wearing monster.”
    “Or possibly demon,” Peabody put in and earned a sneer. “I’m not saying I believe in monsters and demons, but somebody hyped up on Zeus, say, convinced he is one, gets in the gear to top it off. Since the wit only saw one man, and the evidence leans toward one man—he’d have to be hyped on something. Zeus not only makes you crazy, but it deadens you to pain, pumps the adrenaline.”
    “Maybe. We’ll see it through.” She checked the time. “I want you to go by Slice, talk to the boss, the coworkers, and do the same at the twenty-four/seven. You can round it off with the diner they used as a hang spot. Maybe they had some trouble last night, or somebody followed them home. I’m going to swing by the morgue, see what Morris can give us. We’ll hook up back at Central.”
    “I’d sure as hell rather go to a pizza joint than the morgue. Want me to bring you a slice?”
    “No… maybe. Yeah.”
    Eve slid behind the wheel and headed for the morgue.
    Zeus was a good fit, she thought, but not a perfect one. It fit the violence, the frenzy of it. But not the calculation. Still, a blend… and some enterprising soul was always coming up with a new and improved in the illegals game.
    Flying on Zeus, a man could hack, beat, choke—and laugh his ass off while doing it. But he couldn’t plan—costume, satchel with weapons and protective gear, gloved or sealed hands. She didn’t expect the sweepers to gift wrap the killer’s prints for her.
    He’d broken in through the back window, Eve thought, bringing the scene back into her head. Need a tool for that, in the satchel. Climb in, nice and quiet—something else that didn’t fit the Zeus, not pure Zeus. Bathroom, back room all neat and tidy, so the killer had moved straight into the front of the shop and the vics.
    Target specific, premeditated, planned. She was sure of it.
    Motive was a murky area.
    She considered, rejected, fiddled with various theories through downtown traffic, then let them simmer as she walked into the white tunnel of the morgue.
    Morris wore a gray suit and a strong red tie. The choice cheered her a little. His wardrobe rarely varied from black since the murder of his lover. The band twined through his braid of dark hair matched the tie.
    His long, clever eyes met hers over the open body of Jennifer Darnell. Through the speakers, a sax wailed out a jazzy riff.
    “I see you got me a triple-header.”
    “The monster did it.”
    “Not difficult to believe, given the