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Inside the studio, the telass partition facing the set and rapped hard enough to have the news director go white orry He held a desperate finger to his lips Eve held up her badge

With obvious reluctance, he clicked open the door and gestured them in “We’re live,” he snapped and turned back to his view of the set “Cae of Louise Mark”

The robotics on set obeyed smoothly Eve watched the small suspended camera shift On the control monitor, Louise Kirski smiled cheerily

“Slon, Nadine Don’t rush it C J, ready in ten”

“Go to commercial,” Eve told him

“We’re running without ads on this broadcast”

“Go to coo to black”

He screwed up his forehead, puffed out his chest “Now listen here—”

“You listen” She poked hiot my eyewitness out there You do what you’re told, or your coh the roof with the story I’ive theation on the murder of one of its own people” She lifted a brohile he considered “Andto start to think you look like a suspect He strike you as the cold-blooded killer type, Feeney?”

“I was just thinking that Maybe we need to take hi chat After a strip search

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“Just hold on Hold on” He wiped a hand across his mouth What could a quick ninety-second commercial break hurt? “Go to Zippy spot in ten C J, wind it up Cue music Camera One pan back Mark”

He let out a long breath “I’al on this”

“You do that” Eve stepped out of the booth and stalked to the long black console Morse and Nadine shared

“We’ve got a right to—”