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More than one head turned in his direction for a quick study or, in the case of a shapely brunette, a not so subtle flirtation Roarke responded to both the sanored them
At first study, she would have judged hiainst any and all But there ence to rise so high so young It took ambition, and to Eve’s mind, ambition was a flammable fuel
He looked straight ahead as the dirge swelled, then without warning, he turned his head, looked five pews back across the aisle and directly into Eve’s eyes
It was surprise that had her fighting not to jolt at that sudden and unexpected punch of power It ill that kept her fro minute they stared at each other Then there was movement, and mourners came between them as they left the church
When Eve stepped into the aisle to search hione
She joined the long line of cars and limos on the journey to the cemetery Above, the hearse and the family vehicles flew solemnly Only the very rich could afford body internment Only the obsessively traditional still put their dead into the ground
Frowning, her fingers tapping the wheel, she relayed her observations into her recorder When she got to Roarke, she hesitated and her frown deepened
“Why would he trouble himself to attend the funeral of such a casual acquaintance?” Sheto data, they had le date Behavior seems inconsistent and questionable”
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nbsp; She shivered once, glad she was alone as she drove through the arching gates of the ceainst putting someone in a hole
More words and weeping, ht as a sword but the air had the snapping bite of a petulant child Near the gravesite, she slipped her hands into her pockets She’d forgotten her gloves again The long, dark coat she as borrowed Beneath it, the single gray suit she owned had a loose button that see at it Inside her thin leather boots, her toes were tiny blocks of ice
The discomfort helped distract her from the misery of headstones and the s until the lastlife echoed away, then approached the senator
“My sympathies, Senator DeBlass, to you and your family”
His eyes were hard; sharp and black, like the hewed edge of a stone “Save your sympathies, lieutenant I want justice”
“So do I Mrs DeBlass” Eve held out a hand to the senator’s wife and found her fingers clutching a bundle of brittle twigs