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“One of the staff ht have noticed, but then, I pay them well and they’re likely to say what I tell thee “There’s been another murder”

“Lola Starr, licensed companion Certain details will be released to the media within the hour”

“And certain details will not”

“Do you own a silencer, Roarke?”

His expression didn’t change “Several You look exhausted, Eve Have you been up all night?”

“Goes with the job Do you own a Swiss handgun, SIG two-ten, circa 1980?”

“I acquired one about six weeks ago Sit down”

“Were you acquainted with Lola Starr?” Reaching into her briefcase, she pulled out a photo she’d found in Lola’s apartirl beamed out, full of sassy fun

Roarke lowered his gaze to it as it landed on his desk His eyes flickered This tiht sounded like pity

“She isn’t old enough to be licensed”

“She turned eighteen four o Applied on her birthday”

“She didn’t have tie her mind, did she?” His eyes lifted to Eve’s And yes, it was pity “I didn’t know her I don’t use prostitutes—or children” He picked up the photo, skirted the desk, and offered it back to Eve “Sit down”

“Have you ever—”

“Goddamn it, sit down” In sudden fury, he took her shoulders, pushed her into a chair Her case tipped, spilling out photos of Lola that had nothing to do with sassy fun

She ood as his Perhaps she wanted him to see them Perhaps she needed him to