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like poison carried cops, clerks, and civilians up and down the outside of the building. Beyond them she saw a pair of air support units scream off to the west, blasting between an advertising blimp and a commuter tram.
    Inside, the pulse of the building was fast and strong. Voices, rushing feet, a crowd of bodies with jobs to do. It was a rhythm she understood. She glanced at her wrist unit, oddly pleased to see it was barely nine. She'd been on duty four hours, and the day was just getting started.
    "And let's see if we can get a real ID on the victim," she continued when they stepped off the glide. "We got his prints and DNA sample. If Morris is into the postmortem, he should at least have an approximate age."
    "I'll get right on it." Peabody swung left, heading through the bullpen as Eve turned into her office. It was small, but she preferred it that way. The single window was narrow, letting in little light and entirely too much noise from air traffic. But the AutoChef worked and was stocked with Roarke's impeccable coffee.
    She ordered a mug, then sighed as the rich, strong scent of it tickled her system. Sitting down, she engaged her tele-link with the intention of harassing Morris.
    "I know he's doing a PM," she said to the assistant who tried to block her. "I have some information for him concerning the body. Put me through."
    She leaned back in her chair, indulged herself with coffee, drummed her fingers against the mug, and waited.
    "Dallas." Morris's face swam on-screen. "You know how I hate being interrupted when I've got my hands in someone's brains."
    "I have a witness who puts two people on the scene. Big shiny car, nice shiny shoes. One carried a leather bag, the other a white bag that made -- I quote -- sloshy noises. Ring any bells?"
    "I hear a ding," Morris said, frowning now. "Your witness see what happened?"
    "No, he's a brewhead, slept through most of it. They were gone when he woke up, but according to the time line, he discovered the body. Would that sloshy bag be what I think it would be?"
    "Could be an organ transport sack. This is neat, professional work here, Dallas. First-rate major organ removal. I've got some of the blood work back. Your victim was given a nice, comfy dose of anesthesia. He never felt a thing. But if what's left in him is any indication, the heart was next to worthless. His liver's shot, his kidneys are a mess. His lungs are the color of a coal mine. This is not someone who bothered with anticancer vaccines or regular medical treatments. His body's full of disease. I'd have given him six months, tops, before he'd have kicked from natural causes."
    "So they took a worthless heart," Eve mused. "Maybe they figure on passing it off as a good one."
    "If it's like the rest of him, a first-year med student would spot the condition."
    "They wanted it. It's too damn much trouble to go through just to kill some sidewalk sleeper."
    Possibilities circled in her mind. Revenge, some weird cult, a black-market scam. Kicks, entertainment. Practice.
    "You said it was first-rate work. How many surgeons in the city could handle it?"
    "I'm a dead doctor," Morris said with a ghost of a smile. "Live ones don't run in the same circles. Snazziest private hospital in New York would be the Drake Center. I'd start there."
    "Thanks, Morris. I can use the final reports as soon as you can manage it."
    "Then let me get back to my brain." With that, he ended transmission.
    Eve turned to her computer, eyes narrowed. It was making a suspicious buzzing noise, one she'd reported twice to the jokers in maintenance. She leaned toward it, teeth bared in threat.
    "Computer, you sack of shit, search for data on the Drake Center, medical facility, New York City."
    Working....
    It hiccupped, whined, and the screen flashed into an alarming red that seared the eyes. "Default to blue screen, damn it."
    Internal error. Blue screen is unavailable. Continue search?
    "I hate you." But she adjusted her eyes. "Continue