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  Three may keep a secret,

  if two of them are dead.

  —Benjamin Franklin

  Gossip needn’t be false to be evil—there’s

  a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around.

  —Frank A. Clark

  1

  It wouldn’t kill her.

  Probably wouldn’t kill her.

  Eyebrows knit together beneath a snowflake cap, Lieutenant Eve Dallas strode through the flood of people on the crowded sidewalk with thoughts nearly as bitter as the February wind.

  She’d rather be back in her vehicle and driving home through the jam of other vehicles. Down to it, she’d rather engage in mortal combat in some downtown alleyway with a Zeused-up chemi-head than head for some fussy fern bar.

  But a deal was a deal, and she’d run out of excuses—reasons, she self-corrected. She’d had solid reasons to put this deal off.

  Like murder.

  A murder cop dealt with murder and all it entailed. Not fancy drinks and small talk.

  Resigned, she stuffed her hands—she’d forgotten her damn gloves again—in the pockets of her long leather coat that snapped and billowed around her long legs. Her gaze scanned as she hiked the two blocks, brown and canny cop’s eyes on alert. Maybe she’d spot a street thief; Christ knew plenty of tourists clipped by with their wallets all but hanging out saying: Take me.

  Not her fault if she had to make an arrest and put this little meet off, again.

  But apparently the snatchers and pickers had taken the evening off.

  She reminded herself drinks with Dr. Garnet DeWinter, fashion plate, forensic anthropologist, and mild irritant, couldn’t annoy or bore her to actual death.

  And if death by boredom equaled a potential risk, surely they had come up with a cure by 2061.

  Thirty minutes, she vowed. Forty max, and she’d be done. Deal complete.

  She stopped in front of the bar, a tall, rangy woman in flat, sturdy ankle boots, a long black coat, and the incongruous ski cap with a snowflake shimmering over her choppy brown hair and knitted eyebrows.

  DU VIN.

  Stupid name for a bar, she thought, her wide mouth twisting in derision. Snooty French name for a bar.

  She wondered if Roarke owned it, because her husband owned damn near everything else. She’d rather be having a drink with him. At home.

  But she wasn’t.

  She reached for the door, remembered the snowflake cap. She yanked it off, stuffed it in her pocket to maintain a little dignity.

  She stepped out of the noise and rush of downtown New York, into the fern- and flower-decked noise of the trendy, overpriced drinking hole.

  The bar itself, a dull and elegant silver, swept itself into an S curve along the facing wall. Mirrored shelves filled with shiny bottles backed it. On the top shelf exotic red flowers spilled out of black-and-white checked pots.

  Stools with black-and-white checked seats lined the front. An ass filled every seat while other patrons crowded in, keeping the trio of bartenders busy.

  The generous space, artistically lit by silver pendants twisted into floral shapes, provided room for high tops, low tops, booths, and the waitstaff, dressed in sharply severe black, moving among them.

  Just under the drone of sound generated by voices, clinking glassware, and the click of shoes on the polished floor, the music system lilted with some throaty-voiced woman singing in French.

  It all struck Eve as entirely too … everything.

  Her instinctive scan of the room paused on a blonde—striking features, a lush tumble of hair, a curvy body packed into a bright pink skin suit with high-heeled boots as green as her eyes.

  It only took a beat for her to recognize the gossip reporter—or, as Larinda Mars termed herself—the social information reporter. The last thing Eve wanted, other than some weird French drink, was to find herself an on-air item on Channel Seventy-Five.

  At the moment, Mars appeared much too focused on her table companion to notice Eve’s entrance. Mid-thirties, mixed race, slickly polished looks, wavy brown hair, and blue eyes that looked as annoyed as she herself felt.

  Business suit—not off-the-rack—high-end wrist unit.

  His face didn’t ring for her, but as long as he kept Larinda Mars’s attention on him, Eve figured she owed him one.

  The hostess, bold red hair swept up into a sleek, headache-inducing twist, approached with a practiced smile.

  “Good evening, do you have a reservation?”

  “I don’t know. I’m here to meet somebody. Maybe she got hung up.” Please God.

  “Might she have made a reservation?”

  “I don’t know. DeWinter.”

  “Oh, yes, Dr. DeWinter. She’s here. I think she went down to freshen up. Let me show you to your table.”

  “Fine.”

  At least they headed to the opposite end of the bar from Mars.

  “Would you like to check your coat?”

  “No, I’ve got it.” Eve slid into the booth, onto the checked seat. A wall—head-high when she sat, and topped with more flowerpots—separated the booth from another section of tables.

  The cop in her would have preferred a seat giving her a full visual radius of everything, everybody.

  But she only had to handle it for thirty minutes.

  A single glass of something pink and frothy stood on the other side of the table.

  “Cesca will be taking care of you this evening,” the hostess announced. “She’ll be right with you.”

  “Yeah, thanks.”

  Thirty minutes, Eve promised herself as she unwound her scarf—knitted by her partner’s artistic hands—stuffed it in her coat pocket. Accepting her fate, she shrugged out of her coat as the waitress, her hair a short, blunt swing of purple, stepped to the booth.

  “Good evening, I’m Cesca, and I’ll be your server. What can I get for you?”

  Eve considered ordering a cheap American beer, just to be contrary. “Wine, red’s fine.”

  “A glass, a half bottle, or a bottle?”

  “Just a glass.”

  Cesca tapped a remote on her belt. The screen on the separating wall of the booth came on, and displayed a list—a long list—of red wines by the glass.

  “Would you like some time to decide?”

  “No…” Eve knew a little about wines. A woman couldn’t live with Roarke and not absorb some basic knowledge. She tapped a cabernet she knew she’d had at home, and knew came from one of Roarke’s vineyards.

  “Oh, that’s a lovely wine. I’ll have it brought right out to you. Would you care for any appetizers, hors d’oeuvres, accompaniments?”

  “No. No, thanks.”

  The young waitress never lost her smile. “If you change your mind, we have a lovely selection—you can order from the screen. I’ll get your wine.”

  Even as she stepped away, Eve saw DeWinter walk through a doorway at the far end of the bar.


  DeWinter wore a body-skimming dress, nearly the same tone as the waitress’s hair, and matched the outfit with tall, supple boots in a silver gray—with killer, wire-thin heels.

  Her lips, dyed a red that edged toward purple, curved when she spotted Eve, and humor lit her eyes—a cool, crystal blue against the smooth caramel tone of her skin.

  With her dark hair sleek, her stride confident, she crossed the polished floor, slid gracefully into the booth.

  She said, “Alone at last.”

  “Funny.”

  “I expected a text telling me you had to cancel.”

  “No DBs to deal with tonight.”

  “That’s cheery.”

  “Won’t last.”

  “No, but then what would you and I do if it did? You need a drink.”

  “One’s coming.”

  DeWinter picked up her own, leaned back as she sipped. “I love the drinks here. This one, the Nuage Rose, is a favorite. What’s yours?”

  “First time here. I’m sticking with red wine.”

  “I assumed you’d been here before since Roarke owns it.”

  Figured, Eve thought. “If I hit every place Roarke owns, just in the city, I wouldn’t have time to do anything else.”

  “You’ve got a point. It’s a favorite of mine.” Obviously relaxed, DeWinter glanced around as she drank. “Close to work, beautiful decor, great people watching, and excellent service.”

  As if to prove the last, Cesca set Eve’s wine on the table.

  “You didn’t order any, but…” Cesca held out a black plate filled with thin, golden sticks.

  “Olive straws. Cesca, you know my weakness. Thanks,” DeWinter said.

  “No problem.” The waitress set down the straws, two little plates, some fancy napkins. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

  “They’re terrific,” DeWinter told Eve, placing a few on her plate.

  No point in being rude, Eve decided—plus they looked pretty damn good. And were, she thought when she sampled one.

  “Why don’t we just get to it.” DeWinter nibbled on an olive straw. “I don’t need everyone to like me. I don’t even need to know why the people who don’t, don’t. You know as well as I: When you’re in a position of authority, some don’t. And when you’re a woman in that position, even though we’re in the second half of the twenty-first century, that just adds to it.”

  She paused to drink again.

  “But, even though you and I don’t and likely won’t work together routinely, there has been and will be times we do.”

  With a shrug DeWinter gestured with her drink. “I can get around that, as can you. We’re both professionals, and good at what we do. But we also have personal connections.”

  Eve gave the wine a try—really good—while she studied DeWinter’s striking face. “Did you practice all that?”

  Though one perfect eyebrow shot up, DeWinter maintained the same even tone. “No, but I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. So … I’m friendly with some of your friends. Nadine, Mavis, for instance. Friendly enough that Mavis and Leonardo had my daughter and me to Bella’s birthday party. And wasn’t that an event?”

  “For Mavis, Tuesday mornings are events.”

  “That’s part of her charm and appeal. I like her quite a bit. I understand she’s one of your people—”

  “She doesn’t belong to me,” Eve interrupted.

  “She’s part—a key part—of your circle. A very tight circle. You’re careful who comes into that circle, and I respect that. I don’t expect you and I will be the B of Bs, but—”

  “The what?”

  “Sorry, my daughter’s influence.” Humor, the genuine sort, brightened her face. “Best of besties. We can maintain a professional relationship, but I’m curious what it is about me that irritates you.”

  “I don’t think about it.”

  Lips curved, DeWinter took another sip of her frothy drink. “Maybe, for the purpose of this exercise, you could.”

  For the life of her, Eve couldn’t see why it mattered. She shrugged. “I don’t know you. You’re good at your work. Really good. That’s all I need.”

  “I’m pushy, and so are you.”

  “Okay.”

  “We don’t necessarily approach a case the same way, but we have the same goals.”

  “No argument.”

  “You’re not the type of person I’d look for, for a friend, being you’re rude more often than not, single-minded, and manage to be a hard-ass and a tight-ass at the same time.”

  Though the tight-ass comment annoyed, Eve let it go. “Then what are we doing here?”

  Shifting, DeWinter leaned forward just a little. “You also inspire amazing and unquestionable loyalty, not only in those who work under you, but in your personal life. You have a man I respect and admire quite a bit madly in love with you.”

  Eve crunched into another olive straw. “Maybe he likes rude hard-asses.”

  “He must. But I also know him to be a superior judge of character, a man who studies and sees the big picture. And I see that close circle of friends, the diversity of them. I’m a small-details-open-the-big-picture sort of person, so I’m curious.”

  Casually, DeWinter picked up another olive straw. “Is it Morris?” DeWinter waited a beat, nodded. “A big part of it is Li then. He’s also one of yours.”

  A quick frisson of annoyance ran straight up her spine. “Morris is his own man.”

  “He is, but he’s part of that circle, and the loyalty there is a solid two-way street. We’re friends, Li and I. We’re companions. We’re not bedmates.”

  “It’s none of my—”

  “Business? That’s bullshit, tight-ass.” She laughed then at the flash in Eve’s eyes. “I don’t expect you’re called that to your face often.”

  “Not unless the other party wants their face bloodied.”

  “I appreciate your restraint. I care about Li, as a friend. And though he’s about as perfect a specimen, inside and out, as it gets—and I’m pretty damn good myself—we’re not drawn to each other that way.”

  She glanced away for a moment, gave a small sigh. “I’ll admit, I’ve half wished we were a few times, but we’re simply not. On either side. I didn’t know Amaryllis, but I do know Li loved her, loved her deeply. You know about loving deeply, and you know how the loss of her leveled him. You were there for him when it did. You’re still there for him.”

  Eve knew the sound of bullshit, and she knew the sound of truth. What she heard was truth. It loosened her stiffened spine.

  “He’s still grieving,” Eve said. “Not as much, not the way he was, but he’s still grieving.”

  “Yes, he is. And part of him may always. We met each other at a time we both needed and wanted a friend and companion, without the complications of sex. We have a lot in common, and he’s become a very good friend to my daughter, who’s the love of my life. I’m not looking for Li to fill some void in me. I’m not, in fact, looking for anyone to do that, as I don’t have a void, and have no intention of complicating my baby’s life by inserting someone into it, on that level.”

  She paused a moment, sighed again. “Though I do miss sex. Regardless, Miranda is my first, my last, and my all. Li’s delightful with her, and I think she also helps him find more light, more comfort.

  “She wanted to meet you.”

  “Me? Why?”

  “She’s heard your name, and she’s seen you on screen—it’s hard to block the crime channels, the Internet, when she’s a clever girl and very interested. Plus, you and Roarke gave Bella the dollhouse at the party. Major hit. But you left before I could bring her over to you.”

  “We had an incident.”

  “I’m aware. I heard. And the officer who was injured?”

  “On medical leave. He’ll be all right.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.”

  “We came back,” Eve added. “To the party.”

  “Yes, Li mentioned that, but we’d alread
y left. She had a school project that still needed—according to her—some fine-tuning. I don’t have designs on Li, and he doesn’t have feelings for me that go beyond friendship. So whatever problem you have with me, I hope you can take that out of the mix.”

  “Okay.” Eve drank a little wine, considered. “I don’t know you, and what I do know I don’t really get. You strike me as a snob, and one with her own tight ass who’s plenty puffed up about all the letters after her name.”

  DeWinter’s back went up like a bright red flag. “I’m not a snob!”

  “What’s that thing you’re drinking, the thing you named with a snooty French accent?”

  “I like this drink, and I speak French. That doesn’t make me a snob.”

  Amused now—who knew that was all it took to get under DeWinter’s skin?—Eve plowed on. “And you—what’s the word—swirl around in your coordinated outfits.”

  “You’re wearing six-thousand-dollar boots.”

  “I am not.” Appalled, Eve stuck one foot out, stared. “God.” She probably was. “The difference is, I wouldn’t have a clue how much your boots cost, only that nobody with any sense would wear them when they’re going to stand on them for hours at a time.”

  DeWinter’s face, her voice, registered absolute astonishment. “Your problem with me is how I dress?”

  “It’s systemic,” Eve decided on the spot.

  “Systemic, my ass.” DeWinter wagged a straw at Eve before crunching it. “You’ve formed an opinion of me on surface appearance, and you’re a better cop than that.”

  “You’re too quick to preen in front of the cameras.”

  “I don’t preen. And that’s rich coming from you when one of your closest friends is a reporter—and you get plenty of screen time.”

  “When it’s advantageous to an investigation.”

  “She wrote a damn book about you. And the vid adapted from it is up for Oscars.”

  “No, she wrote a damn book about the Icoves.” Eve held up a hand. “You stole a dog.”

  “Oh, for Christ’s sake.”

  “You stole a dog,” Eve continued, “because it was being neglected and abused, and nobody else would do anything about it. You kept the dog. I believe in serve and protect, and when somebody—even a dog—is being abused, somebody needs to stop it. You did. That’s a point for you.”

 

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