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Neat as a virgin, Eve iven her choice of real estate”

“Politics makes it delicate Victiht it in bed”

Eve only lifted a brow “Seeht there How’d she die?”

“That’s the next problem I want you to see for yourself”

As they crossed the room, each took out a slim container, sprayed their hands front and back to seal in oils and fingerprints At the doorway, Eve sprayed the bottom of her boots to slicken them so that she would pick up no fibers, stray hairs, or skin

Eve was already wary Under norators on a homicide scene, with recorders for sound and pictures Forensics would have been waiting with their usual snarly impatience to sweep the scene

The fact that only Feeney had been assigned with her shells to be walked over

“Security cameras in the lobby, elevator, and hallways,” Eve commented

“I’ve already tagged the discs” Feeney opened the bedroom door and let her enter first

It wasn’t pretty Death rarely was a peaceful, religious experience to Eve’s mind It was the nasty end, indifferent to saint and sinner But this was shocking, like a stage deliberately set to offend

The bed was huge, slicked hat appeared to be genuine satin sheets the color of ripe peaches Shts were trained on its center where the naked wo mattress

The raceful undulations to the rhythh the headboard

She was beautiful still, a ca red hair, e, milk white limbs that called to ently rocked them

They weren’t artistically arranged now, but spread lewdly so that the dead woman formed a final X dead center of the bed

There was a hole in her forehead, one in her chest, another horribly gaping between the open thighs Blood had splattered on the glossy sheets, pooled, dripped, and stained