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“We’d discussed it” He passed a hand over his face, a hand that shook slightly “We’d discussed it,” he repeated, and the flush washed away from his skin “There was always another case, another summation to prepare There was supposed to be plenty of time”

With his hands balled into fists, he turned away fro at you I’m not myself”

“It’s all right, George I’m very sorry”

“She’s gone” He said it quietly, brokenly “She’s gone”

There was nothing left for her to do but give him privacy She closed the door behind her, then rubbed a hand at the back of her neck where tension was lodged

On her way out, Eve signaled to Feeney “Need you to do so,” she told him as they headed outside “Old case, about ten years past, on one of the ga hells in Sector 38”

“What you got, Dallas?”

“Sex, scandal, and probable suicide Accidental”

“Hot da to catch a ball gaht”

“This should be just as entertaining” She spied Roarke helping the blonde into his car, hesitated, then detoured past him “Thanks for the tip, Roarke”

“Any time, Lieutenant Feeney,” he added with a brief nod before he slipped into the car

“Hey,” Feeney said when the car glided away “He’s really pissed at you”

“He seemed fine to me,” Eve muttered and wrenched open her car door

Feeney snorted “Some detective you are, pal”

“Just dig up the case, Feeney Randall Slade’s the accused” She slammed her door and sulked