"I know about Trina. You bitch." Shoulders hunched, Peabody carefully pinned up murder. "It's a special night. You'll look really good, and you won't have to do it all yourself. We won't want the NYPSD to fall short of the Hollywood crowd, right? Team pride!" "Rah fucking rah." "Really, Dallas, it'll be good, it'll be chilly, and we'll look abso-mag by the time . . ." She trailed off again, face lighting up. "We will look mag. And if we take down this killer at the premiere, with cams everywhere, it'll be all over the screen like the flying baby. And we'll look completely frosted."