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“So people in your profession,” she snapped back “Naiven the data “Are you acquainted with a Lola Starr?”

“Lola, Lola Starrdoesn’t sound fah his address section “Apparently not Why?”

“You’ll hear about it on the news by ain “So far, it’s only been women, Mr Monroe, but if I were you, I’d be very careful about taking on new clients”

With a headache dru at her, she strode to the elevator Unable to resist, she glanced toward the door of Sharon DeBlass’s apartht blinked

She needed to sleep, she told herself She needed to go ho in her ID to disengage the seal, and walking into the home of a dead woman

It was silent And it was e else Somehow she hoped there would be so in her te it, she went into the bedroom

The s had been sealed as ith concealing spray to prevent theout the scene She ordered lights, and the shadows bounced back to reveal the bed

The sheets had been stripped off and taken into forensics Body fluids, hair, and skin had already been analyzed and logged There was a stain on the floating h those satin sheets

The pillowed headboard was splattered with it She wondered if anyone would care enough to have it cleaned

She glanced toward the table Feeney had taken the sh the hard drive as well as the discs The roo left to do

Yet Eve went to the dresser, going ain Who would claim all these clothes? she wondered The silks and lace, the cashmeres and satins of a woainst her skin

The ined Why hadn’t she sent in a request for the return of her daughter’s things?

So to think about

She went through the closet, again going through skirts, dresses, trousers, the trendy capes and caftans, jackets and blouses, checking pockets, linings She moved onto shoes, all kept neatly in acrylic boxes

The woht with some annoyance No one needed sixty pairs of shoes With a little snort, she reached into toes, deep inside the tunnel of boots, into the springy softness of inflatable platforms