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Blood on her hands at eight years of age Is that why she’d beco to wash away that blood with rules and law and what some still called justice?

“Sir? Dallas?” Peabody laid a hand on Eve’s shoulder and juht?”

“No” Eve pressed her fingers to her eyes The discussion over dessert had troubled her more than she’d realized “Just a headache”

“I’ve got some departmental-issue painkillers”

“No” Eve was afraid of drugs, even officially sanctioned doses “It’ll back off I’h case Feeney fed me all known data on the kid on Olyh or the senator I’ve got nothing but piddly shit to hang on Leanore and Arthur I can request truth detection, but I won’t get it I’ to be able to keep it open more than another twenty-four hours”

“You still think they’re connected?”

“I want the I haven’t exactly given you an inment as my permanent aide”

“Being your per that ever happened to ot stuck shoveling through inactives for the next sixme”

Eve leaned back in her chair “You’re easily satisfied, Peabody”

Peabody shifted her gaze until her eyes et real cranky”

Eve laughed, dragged a hand through her hair “You sucking up, Officer?”

“No, sir If I was sucking up, I’d rees with you, Lieutenant You’ve never looked lovelier” Peabody smiled a little when Eve snorted “That’s how you’d knoas sucking up”

“So noted” Eve considered a moment, then cocked her head “Didn’t you tell ers?”

Peabody didn’t roll her eyes, but she wanted to “Yes, sir”

“Cops don’t usually spring froers Artists, farmers, the occasional scientist, lots of craft workers”