“Suspect has a partner, younger, possibly a teen, gender unknown. Full report to follow, but think about it.” She clicked off, tried Feeney next. “Peabody, tag the commander’s office. I need ten minutes—fifteen,” she corrected, “asap. Feeney,” she continued when his basset-hound face came on screen. “I’m on my way to Central, I need a meet.” “On the LDSK?” “Got the nest, got a description. I want to bounce this off you.” “Come ahead and bounce. I’ll work you in.” “Appreciate it. Later.” “The commander’s on a ’link conference, but I stressed the urgency. He can see you in about forty.” “That works. You head back to the bullpen, brief Jenkinson and Reineke. I may need to pull them in again. I’ll send you my record on the interviews at the hotel. Start writing the report. If I’m not back, go deeper on the ID the suspect used.
