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gave DeBlass twenty pounds on him. Neat, tidy, his pin-striped suit and slate blue tie showed not a crease. His face was solemn, attractively even featured, his movements restrained and controlled as he assisted the more flamboyant senator out of his cashmere overcoat.
    “What the hell have you done to find the monster who killed my granddaughter?” DeBlass demanded.
    “Everything possible, senator.” Commander Whitney remained standing. Though he offered DeBlass a seat, the man prowled the room, as he was given to prowl the New Senate Gallery in East Washington.
    “You’ve had twenty-four hours and more,” DeBlass shot back, his voice deep and booming. “It’s my understanding you’ve assigned only two officers to the investigation.”
    “For security purposes, yes. Two of my best officers,” the commander added. “Lieutenant Dallas heads the investigation and reports solely to me.”
    DeBlass turned those hard black eyes on Eve. “What progress have you made?”
    “We identified the weapon, ascertained the time of death. We’re gathering evidence and interviewing residents of Ms. DeBlass’s building, and tracking the names in her personal and business logs. I’m working to reconstruct the last twenty-four hours of her life.”
    “It should be obvious, even to the slowest mind, that she was murdered by one of her clients.” He said the word in a hiss.
    “There was no appointment listed for several hours prior to her death. Her last client has an alibi for the critical hour.”
    “Break it,” DeBlass demanded. “A man who would pay for sexual favors would have no compunction about murder.”
    Though Eve failed to see the correlation, she remembered her job and nodded. “I’m working on it, senator.”
    “I want copies of her appointment books.”
    “That’s not possible, senator,” Whitney said mildly. “All evidence of a capital crime is confidential.”
    DeBlass merely snorted and gestured toward Rockman.
    “Commander.” Rockman reached in his left breast pocket and drew out a sheet of paper affixed with a holographic seal. “This document from your chief of police authorizes the senator access to any and all evidence and investigative data on Ms. DeBlass’s murder.”
    Whitney barely glanced at the document before setting it aside. He’d always considered politics a coward’s game, and hated that he was forced to play it. “I’ll speak to the chief personally. If the authorization holds, we’ll have copies to you by this afternoon.” Dismissing Rockman, he looked back at DeBlass. “The confidentiality of evidence is a major tool in the investigative process. If you insist on this, you risk undermining the case.”
    “The case, as you put it, commander, was my flesh and blood.”
    “And as such, I’d hope your first priority would be assisting us to bring her killer to justice.”
    “I’ve served justice for more than fifty years. I want that information by noon.” He picked up his coat, tossed it over one beefy arm. “If I’m not satisfied that you’re doing everything in your power to find this maniac, I’ll see that you’re removed from this office.” He turned toward Eve. “And that the next thing you investigate, lieutenant, will be sticky fingered teenagers at a shop-corn.”
    After he stormed out, Rockman used his quiet, solemn eyes to apologize. “You must forgive the senator. He’s overwrought. However much strain there was between him and his granddaughter, she was family. Nothing is more vital to the senator than his family. Her death, this kind of violent, senseless death, is devastating to him.”
    “Right,” Eve muttered. “He looked all choked up.”
    Rockman smiled; he managed to look amused and sorrowful at once. “Proud men often disguise their grief behind aggression. We have every confidence in your abilities and your tenacity, lieutenant. Commander,” he nodded. “We’ll expect the data this afternoon. Thank you for your time.”
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