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“You don’

t care much for Areena Mansfield either”

“I don’t have strong feelings about her one way or the other” Carly tilted her head, lifted one eyebrow in a high arch “Why do you ask?”

“You weren’t very sympathetic when she fainted”

The sh to play to the back rows “A daraceful faint, wasn’t it? Actors, Lieutenant Dallas, you can’t trust them”

With a casual toss of her hair, she made her exit

“So,” Eve ?”

“Lieutenant” One of the sweepers, a young, fresh-faced woy protective ju noises with each step “Got a little toy here I think you’ll want to take a look at”

“Well, well” Eve took the evidence bag, pursed her lips as she studied the knife Through the clear plastic she fingered the tip of the blade, felt it retract “Where’d you find this, ah…” She scanned the naray jumpsuit “Lombowsky”

“In a vase full of genuine long-stemmed red roses Nice flowers The room was packed with the Areena Mansfield’s dressing room”

“Good work”

“Thanks, Lieutenant”

“Do you knohere Mansfield is?”

“She’s in the cast lounge Your man’s with her”

“Peabody?”