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“You’re busted”

The woust “What the hell’s a city cop doing here? Don’t you knohere Manhattan is, asshole?”

“Looks like I’ just a little more pressure for her own satisfaction while she pulled out her communicator and requested the closest ’burb cruiser

chapter six

By the nextas fiercely as Mavis on a final set Eve adht tossing alone in bed hadn’t helped it any She was leery of anything but the y dose before she dressed for the memorial service

She and Feeney had coelini had withdrawn three large payrand total of one million six hundred and thirty-two dollars, American

That was s, and he’d drawn it in anonymous credit tokens and cash

They were still digging on Randall Slade and Mirina, but so far, they were both clean Just a happy young couple on the brink of matrimony

God kne anybody could be happy on the brink, Eve thought as she located her gray suit

The da, she realized as she started to fasten it And she remembered Roarke had it, carried it like so the suit the first time she’d seen him—at a memorial for the dead

She ran a hasty coh her hair and escaped the apartment and the memories

St Patrick’s was bulging by the time she arrived Uniforms in the best dress blues flanked the periuard, Eve mused, for a laho cops had respected Both street and air traffic had been diverted froed like a busy parade across the wide street

After the third unifore to her jacket and moved unhae

She didn’t care for churches uilty for reasons she didn’t care to explore The scent of candle wax and incense was ripe Soht as she slipped into a side peere as ti directly with Cicely Towers’s fa and settled down to watch the show

Catholic rites had gone back to Latin some time in the last decade Eve supposed it added a kind of e certainly seemed appropriate to her in the Mass for the Dead