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“Want round check on her now?”

“No, I’ll take care of it”

Eve pulled open the door to the lounge As with anything Roarke had his fingers in, it was far from shabby Obviously he wanted the talent comfortable and had spared no expense to insure it

There were two separate seating areas with plush sofas flanked by serving droids The roo an AutoChef she assu a variety of cold drinks, and a small, separate table with a slick little computer setup

Roarke sat, cozily to Eve’sa snifter of brandy His gaze; that lightning-strike blue, shifted to his wife’s face, gleamed there, and reminded her of the first time she’d seen him, face-to-face

He hadn’t been baby-sitting a murder suspect then He’d been one

His lips curved in a lazy, confident smile “Hello, Peabody,” he said, but his eyes remained on Eve’s face

“I have a few more questions for you, Miss Mansfield”

Areena blinked up at Eve, fluttered her hands “Oh, but I thought ere finished for the evening Roarke’s just arranged my transportation back to my penthouse”

“The transpo can wait Record on, Peabody Do you need ations as pertains to this investigation, Miss Mansfield?”

“I—” The fluttering hand landed on her throat, rested there “No I just don’t knohat else I can tell you”

“Recognize this?” Eve tossed the sealed prop knife onto the table between them

“It looks like…” Her hand, still restless, reached out, then fisted, drew back “It’s the dummy knife It’s the prop that should have been on the set when…Oh, God Where did you find it?”

“In your dressing room, buried in red roses”

“No No” Very slowly, Areena shook her head froers digging into her shoulders “That’s not possible”