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“Look ed Eve’s chin, swiveled until they were face to face, glassy eye to glassy eye “You’re in love with Roarke”

“It looks that way I don’t want to think about it”

“Good Don’t Always said you thought too dalass over her head, Mavis pushed off into the lagoon “Can we use the jets?”

“Sure” Impaired ine, Eve fumbled a bit for the correct control Once the water started to bubble and spew, Mavis let out a laughing moan

“Christ Jesus, who needs a ot one of these? Come on, Eve, bump up the music Let’s party”

Obliging, Eve doubled the volume on the controls so that theStones, Mavis’s favorite classic artists, wailed Lounged back, Eve laughed as Mavis improvised dance steps and started to send the server droid after another bottle

“I beg your pardon”

“Huh?” Bleary-eyed, Eve studied the glossy black shoes at the lip of the lagoon Slowly, and with aze travel up the smoke-colored, pipe-stemmed pants, the short, stiff jacket, and into Summerset’s stony face “Hey, you wanna take a little dip?”

“Come on in, Summerset” Water lapped around Mavis’s waist and dripped cheerfully from her classy breasts as she waved “The more the merrier”

He sniffed, his lips curled Sheer habit had the words dropping out of hisback to Mavis’s swirling body

“There’s a transmission for you, Lieutenant Apparently you were unable to hear my attempts to inform you”

“What? Okay, okay” She sniggered, paddled toward the ’link set in the side of the lagoon “Is it Roarke?”

“It is not” It affronted his dignity to shout, but it would have offended his pride to order the music lower “It is Dispatch from Cop Central”

Even as Eve reached for the ’link, she stopped, swore Then slicked the hair back from her face “Music off,” she snapped, and had Mick and his pals echoing into silence “Mavis, stay out of video range, please” Eve sucked in a deep breath, then opened the ’link “Dallas”

“Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve Voice print verified Report immediately to Broadcast Avenue, Channel 75 Confirmed Homicide Code Yellow”