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over the toxicology report on Alice. "No alcohol. She wasn't under the influence. But you heard her talking to someone who wasn't there, and she runs out into the path of an oncoming cab. She's worked herself up into a state of terror, then was triggered by the chanting on the phone. They knew how to get to her, how to manipulate her."
    "It's not illegal to chant over a 'link."
    "No." Eve considered. "But is it illegal to threaten to harm over a public transmitter."
    "That's reaching," Peabody returned. "And it's only a misdemeanor."
    "It's a start. If we manage to tie the transmission to Selina Cross, we can hassle her. In any case, I think it's time we met. How about a little trip to Hell, Peabody?"
    "I've been dying to go."
    "Who isn't?" But before she could rise, Feeney burst into her office. His eyes were shadowed, his face unshaven.
    "Why are you primary on Alice's case? A traffic accident. Why the hell is a homicide lieutenant handling a traffic fatality?"
    "Feeney -- "
    "She was my goddaughter. You didn't even call me. I heard it on the goddamn news."
    "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Sit down, Feeney."
    He jerked away when she touched his arm. "I don't need to sit down. I want answers, Dallas. I want some fucking answers."
    "Peabody," Eve murmured, and waited until her aide had gone out and closed the door. "I am sorry, Feeney, I didn't know you were her godfather. I spoke to her mother and her brother, and simply assumed they would let the rest of the family know."
    "Brenda's under sedation," Feeney tossed out. "What the hell do you expect? She lost her father and her daughter within days of each other. Jamie's only sixteen. By the time he called a doctor and saw to his mother, got a hold of Sally, I'd already heard it on-screen. Jesus, Jesus, she was just a kid."
    He turned away, pulled at his hair. "I used to give her piggyback rides, sneak her candy."
    This was what it was like to lose someone you loved, she thought. And was grateful she loved so few. "Please sit down, Feeney. You shouldn't have come in today."
    "I said I don't need to sit down." His voice leveled as he turned back to study her. "I want an answer, Dallas. Why are you on Alice's accident?"
    She couldn't afford to hesitate, couldn't afford not to lie. "Peabody was a witness," she began, grateful she could give him that much. "She was on a free evening, and she'd been to a club. She saw the accident. It shook her, Feeney, and she called me. It was knee-jerk, I guess. I couldn't be sure what had happened, so I told her to relay to Dispatch, to secure the scene, and I responded. Since I had, and I had all the data, I notified next of kin. I figured it would be easier on the family if I handled it." She moved her shoulders, bitterly ashamed at using old friends. "I thought it was the least I could do, for Frank."
    He never took his eyes off her face. "Is that all of it?"
    "What else is there? Listen, I just got the tox report. She wasn't using, Feeney. She wasn't drunk. Maybe she was still upset about Frank, or something else. I don't know. Could be she didn't even see the damn cab. It was a lousy night, fog, rain."
    "The bastard was speeding, wasn't he?"
    "No." She couldn't give him anyone to blame, couldn't offer even that prickly comfort. "He was within the limit. His record's clean, and so was the on-site drug and alcohol. Feeney, she bolted out in front of him, and there was nothing he could do. I want you to understand that. I talked with the driver myself, and I investigated the scene. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's."
    It had to be someone's, he thought. He couldn't lose two people back to back for no reason. "I want to talk to Peabody."
    "Give her a little time, will you?" Layers of guilt added onto the burden she already carried. "It really wrecked her. I'd really like to keep her focused on something else until she settles with it."
    He drew a deep breath, shuddered it out. Beneath his tearing grief was gratitude that someone he trusted