While it worked she contacted Vegas PD, and did the dance necessary to score a copy of the police report on the accident that had injured Arnold and Parzarri. Another contact garnered the information that both men would be cleared to travel the following day. She intended to hit both of them for interviews as soon as possible. While she waded through gossip—clothes, hair, hookups, breakups, tune-ups—she ran yet another search on Alexander’s wife, Pope’s wife, Tuva Gunnarsson, and Newton’s fiancée. Enough, she decided, enough to start. Gathering her things, she walked out to the bullpen. “Peabody, with me.” “I can’t find anyone on the list who owns the Cargo van.” Peabody said, stuffing her arms into her coat as she caught up with Eve. “Relatives, friends, rentals.” “Nothing that’s hit, yet, but I’m still digging.
