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Senator Gerald DeBlass was undoubtedly poant After one full reed that he was undeniably an asshole

He was a compact, bull of a man, perhaps six feet, two hundred and twenty His crop of white hair was cut sharp and thin as a razor so that his head seee and bullet sleek His eyes were nearly black, as were the heavy brows over thee, like his nose, his mouth

His hands were enormous, and when he clasped Eve’s briefly on introduction, she noted they were smooth and soft as a baby’s

He brought his adjutant with him Derrick Rockh he was nearly six-five, Eve gave DeBlass twenty pounds on him Neat, tidy, his pin-striped suit and slate blue tie showed not a crease His face was solemn, attractively even featured, his movements restrained and controlled as he assisted the more flamboyant senator out of his cashmere overcoat

“What the hell have you done to find the hter?” DeBlass demanded

“Everything possible, senator” Coh he offered DeBlass a seat, the iven to prowl the New Senate Gallery in East Washington

“You’ve had twenty-four hours and“It’s ned only two officers to the investigation”

“For security purposes, yes Two of my best officers,” the coation and reports solely to me”

DeBlass turned those hard black eyes on Eve “What progress have you made?”

“We identified the weapon, ascertained the ti residents of Ms DeBlass’s building, and tracking the na to reconstruct the last twenty-four hours of her life”

“It should be obvious, even to the slowest mind, that she was murdered by one of her clients” He said the word in a hiss

“There was no appointment listed for several hours prior to her death Her last client has an alibi for the critical hour”

“Break it,” DeBlass demanded “A man ould pay for sexual favors would have no compunction about murder”

Though Eve failed to see the correlation, she re on it, senator”