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“But there are experts in

the field who believe we are.” And she had one, Eve mused, at her disposal.

Mira read her easily enough and couldn’t prevent the prick to her pride. “If you wish to consult with Dr. Ott on this matter, it’s your privilege. I’m sure she’d be thrilled.”

Eve wasn’t sure whether to wince or smile. Mira very rarely sounded testy. “That wasn’t meant as an insult to your skills, Doctor. I need a hammer here; you can’t provide it.”

“Let me tell you what I think about the branding at birth issue, Lieutenant. It’s a cop-out, plain and simple. It’s a crutch. I couldn’t help setting fire to that building and burning hundreds of people alive. I was born an arsonist. I couldn’t stop myself from battering that old woman to death for her handful of credits. My mother was a thief.”

It quite simply infuriated her to think of that ploy being used to blot out responsibility—and on the other side to scar those who were defenseless against the monsters who bore them.

“It excuses us from humanity,” she continued, “from morality, from right and wrong. We can say we were marked in the womb and never had a chance.” She angled her head. “You of all people should know better.”

“This isn’t about me.” Eve set her cup down with a snap. “It isn’t about where I came from or what I made myself. It’s about four people, that I’m aware of, who weren’t given a choice. And someone has to answer for that.”

“One thing,” Mira added as Eve rose. “Are you focused on this man because of personal insults to you and those you love, or because of the dead you represent?”

“Maybe it’s both,” Eve admitted after a moment.

She didn’t contact Reeanna, not yet. She wanted a little time to let it stew in her mind. And she was delayed by finding Nadine Furst in her office.

“How’d you get past desk security?” Eve demanded.

“Oh, I have my ways.” Nadine swung her leg, beamed a friendly smile. “And most of the cops around here know you and I have a history.”

“What do you want?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee.”

Grudgingly, Eve turned to the AutoChef, pumped up two cups. “Make it fast, Nadine. Crime is rampant in our city.”

“And that keeps us both in business. What did you get called out on last night, Dallas?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. I was at the party. Mavis was terrific, by the way. First you and Roarke take off.” She sipped delicately. “It didn’t take a sharp reporter like me to get an inkling of what that was about.” She wiggled her brows, chuckling when Eve simply stared. “But your sex life isn’t news—at least on my beat.”

“We were running out of shrimp patties. We ran down to the kitchen and made some up. It would have been so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nadine waved that away and concentrated on her coffee. Even in the upper echelons of Channel 75 they rarely had access to such potent brew. “Then I notice, being the keen observer that I am, that you sweep Jess Barrow off and out at the end of the set. Never came back. Either of you.”

“We’re having a mad, illicit affair,” Eve said dryly. “You may want to turn that over to the gossip desk.”

“And I’m boinking a one-armed sex droid.”

“You always were an explorer.”

“Actually, there was this unit once . . . but I digress. Roarke, in his usual charming fashion, manages to move the lingering guests along, herds the hangers-on into the recreation center—great hologram deck, by the way—and gives your regrets. Duty calls?” Nadine angled her head. “Funny. Nothing shows on my cop scanner that would have pulled our ace homicide detective out at that time of night.”

“Not everything goes out on the scanner, Nadine. And I’m just a soldier. I go when and where I’m told.”

“Sell it to someone else. I know how tight you are with Mavis. Nothing but top level would have pulled you away at her big moment.” She leaned forward. “Where’s Jess Barrow, Dallas? And what the hell has he done?”

“I don’t have anything to give you, Nadine.”

“Come on, Dallas, you know me. I’ll hold it down until I get the go-ahead. Who’d he kill?”

“Switch the channel,” Eve advised, then pulled out her communicator when it beeped. “Display only, no audio.”


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