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She’d talk to him about Nadine, let it leak that she orried Fros to Kirski She could play good cop, for a good cause She could sympathize with his trauma, add a war story fro She could even ask hiree to ith him

Not too friendly, she decided It should be grudging, with underlying urgency If she was right about him, he’d love the fact that she needed him, and that he could use her to pump up his own airtime

Then again, if she was right about him, Nadine could already be dead

Eve blocked that out It couldn’t be changed, and regrets could come later

“Looking for so?”

Eve glanced down The woht have been tempted to check for a pulse Her face could have been carved from alabaster, her eyes painted with liquid emerald, her lips with crushed ruby On-air talents were often known to leverage their first three years’ salaries against cosmetic enhancement

Eve figured unless this one had been born very lucky, she’d bet the first five Her hair was gold-tipped bronze swept up and away fro face Her voice was trained to a throaty purr that transmitted competent sex

“Gossip line, right?”

“Social inforered hand with tapered scarlet tips “And you’re Lieutenant Dallas”

“Mars That’s familiar”

“It should be” If Larinda was irked that Eve didn’t place her instantly, she hid it well behind a dazzling white-toothed smile and a voice that held the faintest whiff of upper-class Brit “I’ve been trying for weeks to nail down an intervieith you and your fascinating coes”

“Bad habit ofmy personal life is personal”

“When you’re involved with a aze skittered down, latched like a hook on a point between Eve’s breasts “My, ift from Roarke?”

Eve bit off an oath, closed her hand over the dia and had forgotten to shove it back under her shirt

“I’ for Morse”