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He took a flat gold case from his inside pocket Eve’s eyes narrowed as she watched hial, Roarke”

“Not in free air space, international waters, or on private property” He sh a haze of sh to do without trying to legislate our morality and personal lifestyles?”

She hated to ad “Is that why you collect guns? As part of your personal lifestyle?”

“I find the one a constitutional right We’ve toyed quite a bit with constitutional rights as we’ve civilized ourselves”

“And murder and injury by that particular type of weapon is now an aberration rather than the norm”

“You like rules, lieutenant?”

The question was mild, as was the insult under it Her shoulders stiffened “Without rules, chaos”

“With chaos, life”

Screw philosophy, she thought, annoyed “Do you own a thirty-eight caliber Smith & Wesson, Model Ten, circa 1990?”

He took another slow, considering drag The tobacco burned expensively between his long, elegant fingers “I believe I own one of that model Is that what killed her?”

“Would you be willing to show it to me?”

“Of course, at your convenience”

Too easy, she thought She suspected anything that caht before her death In Mexico”

“That’s right” Roarke crushed out his cigarette and settled back with his brandy “I have a sht she’d enjoy it She did”

“Did you have a physical relationship with Sharon DeBlass?”