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of the mattress were two small packs. One was filled with pale blue powder, the other a sealed disc. She tugged both free. Clamping down on the urge to break open the powder, she studied the disc. It wasn't labeled, but unlike the others, it had been carefully encased to keep it free of dust.
    Ordinarily, she would have run it immediately in Boomer's unit. She could stand the stench, the sweat, even the dirt. But she didn't think she could maintain another minute wondering what microcosmic parasites were crawling over her skin.
    "Let's get the hell out of here."
    She waited until Peabody carried the evidence box out into the hall. With one last glance at the way her man had lived, Eve shut the door, sealed it, and left the red police security light beaming.
    Decontamination wasn't painful, but it wasn't particularly pleasant. It had the single virtue of being fairly short. Eve sat with Peabody, both of them stripped to the skin, in a two-seated chamber with curved white walls reflecting the hot white light.
    "But it's a dry heat," Peabody stated and had Eve laughing.
    "I always figured this is what Hell's like." She closed her eyes, willed herself to relax. She didn't consider herself phobic, but closed-in spaces made her itchy. "You know, Peabody, I used Boomer about five years now. He wasn't exactly the GQ type, but I wouldn't have pegged him living like that." She still had the smell in her nostrils. "He was clean. Tell me what you saw in the bathroom."
    "Filth, mold, scum, towels that hadn't been washed. Two bars of soap, one unopened, a half tube of shampoo, tooth gel, an ultrasound brush and shaver. One hair comb, broken."
    "Grooming tools. He kept himself in shape, Peabody. Even liked to consider himself a lady's man. My guess is the sweepers are going to tell me the food, the clothes, the grunge is all about two, maybe three weeks old. What does that tell you?"
    "That he was holed up -- worried, scared, or involved enough to let things go."
    "Exactly. Not desperate enough to come in and unload to me, but worried enough to hide a couple of things under his mattress."
    "Where no one would ever think of looking for them," Peabody said dryly.
    "He wasn't terribly bright about some things. You got a guess on the substance?"
    "An illegal."
    "I've never seen an illegal that color. Something new," Eve mused. The light dimmed to gray and a beeper sounded. "Looks like we're clean. Let's dig up some fresh clothes and go run that disc."
    "What the hell is this?" Eve scowled at her monitor. Unconsciously she began to toy with the weighty diamond she wore around her neck.
    "A formula?"
    "I can figure that out, Peabody."
    "Yes, sir." Chastised, Peabody eased back.
    "Shit, I hate science." With hope, Eve glanced over her shoulder. "You any good at it?"
    "No, sir. I'm not even competent."
    Eve studied the mix of numbers, figures, and symbols and crossed her eyes. "My unit's not programmed for this crap. It'll have to go to the lab for analysis." Impatient, she drummed her fingers on the desk. "My hunch would be it's the formula for that powder we found, but how the hell would a second rater like Boomer get his hands on it? And who was his other trainer? You knew he was one of mine, Peabody. How?"
    Struggling with embarrassment, Peabody stared over Eve's shoulder at the figures on the screen. "You listed him in several intradepartmental reports on closed cases, Lieutenant."
    "You make a habit of reading intradepartmental reports, Officer?"
    "Yours, sir."
    "Why?"
    "Because, sir, you're the best."
    "Are you sucking up, Peabody, or bucking for my job?"
    "There'll be room when you're promoted to captain, sir."
    "What makes you think I want a captaincy?"
    "You'd be stupid if you didn't, and you're not. Stupid, sir."
    "Okay, we'll let that rest. Do you scan any other reports?"
    "Now and then."
    "Do you have any clue as to who Boomer's trainer would be in Illegals?"
    "No, sir. I've never seen his name attached to any other cop. Most weasels