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pink from Homicide.
    “What did we catch?”
    “Looks like a double.”
    “A two-for-one start of the day.” As she waited for the elevator, Peabody took a scarf out of her pocket, looped it around her neck.
    Pink and blue checks, Eve noted. She definitely had to work on the logistics of banning pink.
    “It’s a totally gorgeous day, too,” Peabody continued, her square face wreathed with a smile, her dark eyes shining.

    “Were you late because you grabbed morning sex?”
    “I wasn’t late. Two minutes,” Peabody amended. “We got off the subway early to walk it. You won’t have many more days like this.”
    They squeezed into the elevator with a boxful of cops. “I love fall when everything’s all crisp and breezy, and they’re roasting chestnuts on the carts.”
    “Definitely had sex.”
    Peabody only smiled. “We had a date night last night. Just on the spur, you know. We got dressed up, went dancing, and had grownup cocktails. We get so busy we forget to do the ‘just you and me’ thing sometimes. It’s nice to remember.”
    They corkscrewed out on the garage level.
    “Then we had sex,” Peabody added. “Anyway, it’s a really nice day.”
    “Too bad the two DBs on Downing can’t enjoy it.”
    “Well … yeah. It just goes to show.”
    “Show what?”
    “You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you’re dead.”
    “That’s a philosophy,” Eve said as she slid behind the wheel of her vehicle.
    “It’s almost Thanksgiving,” Peabody pointed out.
    “I’ve heard rumors.”
    “We had this tradition, my family. We’d write down all the things we were grateful for, and put them in a bowl. And on Thanksgiving, everyone would pick out a few. The idea is, it reminds you of things you should be grateful for, or what other people appreciate. Like that. It’s nice. I know we’re not going out to be with the family this year, but I’m sending them my grateful notes.”
    As she battled downtown traffic, Eve considered. “We’re murdercops. That must mean we have to be grateful for dead bodies or we wouldn’t have a job. But contrarily, the dead bodies aren’t likely to be grateful.”
    “No. We’re grateful we have the skill and the smarts to find and arrest the person or persons who made them dead bodies.”
    “The person or persons we catch and arrest aren’t going to be grateful. Somebody’s got to lose.”
    “That’s a philosophy,” Peabody muttered.
    “I like to win.” Eve pulled up behind a black-and-white on Downing. “I appreciate winning. Let’s go do that.”
    Hefting her field kit, she started for the entrance, badged the cop on the door.
    “We’re on eight, Lieutenant.”
    “Yeah, I got that. Building security?”
    “You have to buzz in, but you know how that goes. Cams on the door, but none internal.”
    “We’ll want the door discs.”
    “Building manager’s on that.”
    With a nod, she moved to the elevator. Decent building, she thought. Minimal security, but clean. The floor of the cubbyhole lobby shined, and the walls looked recently painted. And the elevator, she noted with some relief, didn’t clang or clunk when it opened.
    “Easy to gain access,” she commented. “Follow somebody in, or get someone to buzz you in. No lobby security, no internal cams.”
    “Easy out, too.”
    “Exactly. The place is well maintained, so that says decent tenants and responsible management to me.”
    She stepped out on eight, approached the cop standing in front of 825. “What have we got, Officer?”

    “Sir. The woman in 824 gained access to 825 at approximately seven-twenty this morning. She has a key and the code.”
    “Why did she go in?”
    “She and the female victim had a regular Monday trip to the local bakery, leaving sharp, according to her statement, at seven. She became concerned when no one answered the door or the ’link, and let herself in where she discovered the bodies she