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Eve spotted the suit Nadine had been wearing on the night of Louise’s murder on the floor, kicked under a table where a vase of daisies wilted
They were signs of pain, and they made her sorry She walked to the closet and hit the button to open it “Christ, how could you tell if she packed anything? She’s got enough clothes for a ten-woman model troupe”
Still, she looked through them while Roarke moved to the bedside ’link and ran the record disc back to the beginning Eve glanced over her shoulder, sahat he was up to She only moved her shoulders
“Might as well completely invade her privacy”
Eve continued to search for soone off on a trip while the calls and es played back
She listened with some amusement to some frank sexual byplay between Nadine and soestions, and laughter before the transot into town
Other calls breezed by: work-oriented, a call to a nearby restaurant for delivery Ordinary, everyday calls Then it changed
Nadine was speaking to the Kirskis the day after the lastMaybe there was coht as she walked toward the viewer Maybe sharing tears and shock helped
I don’t know if it ator, Dallas—Lieutenant Dallas—she won’t stop until she finds out who did this to Louise She won’t stop
“Oh, man” Eve closed her eyes as the trans ain “Where’s the call to the station?” she demanded “Where’s the call? Morse said she called in and requested time off”
“Could have done it from her car, from a portable In person”
“Let’s find out” She whipped out her communicator “Feeney I need make, model, and ID number on Nadine Furst’s vehicle”
It didn’t take long to access the data or to read the garage inventory and discover her car had been logged out the day before and hadn’t been returned
“I don’t like it” Eve fretted as she sat back in Roarke’s car “She’d have left e She’d have left word I need to talk to some brass at the station, find out who took her call” She started to key it into Roarke’s car ’link, then stopped “One other thing” Taking out her log, she requested a different number “Kirski, Deborah and James, Portland, Maine” The number beeped on, and she transferred it to the ’link It was answered quickly by a pale-haired woman with exhausted eyes
“Mrs Kirski, this is Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD”