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The uniforlanced over at Eve, started to speak
Eve shook her head quickly, keeping her badge in plain sight She gestured toward the ceiling, cocking her head in question
He nodded, jerked his thumb up, then shook his head
Eve slipped back out She wanted to see the body, view the scene before she dealt with the witness
There were several rooh to find her way She simply followed the trail of blood She stepped into a bedrooreens and blues, so that it felt like floating underwater The bed was an oblong of blue satin sheets, mountained with pillows
There was statuary here as well, of the classic nude variety Draere built into the walls, giving it an uncluttered—and to Eve—an unlived-in appearance The ocean blue carpet was soft as a cloud and spotted with blood
She followed the trail into the master bath Death didn’t shock her, but it appalled her, and she knew it alould: the waste of it, the violence and cruelty of it But she lived with it too much to be shocked, even by this
Blood had spurted, showered, streareen It had fountained over glass, pooled over thewound in the wrist of the hand that hung lie clear-sided tub
The water inside was a dark, nasty pink, and the metallic
s with strings—perhaps a harp Fat white candles had been lighted and still burned at both the foot and the head of the long oval tub
The body that lay in that cloudy pink water had its head resting on a gilt-edged bath pillow, its gaze lifted and fixed on the feathery tails of a fern that hung fro, as if he’d been desperately amused to watch himself die
It didn’t shock her, but she sighed as she coated her hands and feet with clear seal, engaged her recorder, and carried her kit inside to stand over the body
Eve had recognized hi up at his own reflection was the renowned defense attorney S T Fitzhugh
“Salvatori’s going to be very disappointed in you, Counselor,” she ot to work
Eve had taken a sample of the bloody bathwater, done her initial scan to estied the deceased’s hands, and recorded the scene when Peabody appeared, slightly out of breath at the doorway