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“Dispatch Voice print verified Probable homicide, female Report Five thirty-two Central Park South, rear of building Code yellow”

“Acknowledged” Eve ended the trans from the aftershocks of the dream, crawled out of bed

It took her twenty minutes She’d needed the comfort of a hot shower, even if it had only been for thirty seconds

It was a trendy neighborhood, peopled by residents who patronized fashionable shops and private clubs, and who aspired to move just another notch up the social and ecomonic ladder

The streets were quiet here, though it wasn’t quite out of the realm of public taxis and into private transpo-cars Upper middle class all the way, she mused as shewith its pleasant view of the park

Then again, murder happened everywhere

It had certainly happened here

The rear of the building couldn’t boast a view of the park, but the developers had reen Beyond the tri from the next

On the narrow stone path through a border of gold petunias, the body sprawled, facedown

Fe uniforms Dark hair, dark skin, well dressed She studied the stylish red-and-white-striped heel that lay point up on the path

Death had knocked her out of her shoes

“Pictures?”

“Yes, sir, Lieutenant ME on the way”

“Who reported it?”

“Neighbor Caot him inside”