"Oh my, oh my goodness." Simon patted his hands to his cheeks. "How could I have forgotten? Roarke's wife is one of New York's finest. Forgive me, dear heart."
"The name is Dallas, Lieutenant Dallas."
"Of course." Then he smiled sweetly. "Forgive me, Lieutenant. My enthusiasm ... I tend to emote. Seeing you here, I lost my head, if you will. You see, you're on our top ten wish list, along with Madam President and Slinky LeMar -- the video Queen," he added when Eve's eyes remained narrowed. "It's excellent company."
"Right. I need your client list for the Natural Perfection line."
"Our client list." He laid a hand on his heart again, and sat. He touched the video screen and had the menu popping on. "A sparkling lemon. Please, Lieutenant, allow me to offer you some refreshment."
"I'm fine." But because he looked chastised and didn't appear to be planning on grabbing her again, she sat across from him. "I need the list, Simon."
"Is it permissible to ask why?"
"I'm investigating a homicide."
"A murder." He whispered it, leaned closer. "I know it's dreadful, but I find that terribly exciting. I'm an avid fan of mystery and detective videos." He offered that sweet smile again, and despite herself Eve softened.
"This is a little different than a video, Simon."
"I know, I know. It's horrid of me. Ghoulish. But I can't imagine how a line of cosmetics and enhancements figure into a ..." His eyes went wide and bright. "Poison? Was it poison? Someone added poison to the lip dyes. The victim prepared herself for a glorious night on the town -- perhaps she used Radical Red, or no, no, Bombshell Bronze, then -- "
"Get a grip on yourself, Simon."
His lashes fluttered, his color went bright, then he chuckled warmly. "I should be spanked." Without glancing over, he scooped a tall, slim glass of pale yellow liquid from the serving droid that zipped to his chair. "Of course, we'll cooperate, Lieutenant, in any way we can. I should warn you that our client list is quite extensive. If you could give me specific products, we could whittle it down considerably."
"Give me the whole shot for now, then I'll see what I can do."
"At your command." He rose, bowed, then waltzed behind the console. "Yvette, give dear Lieutenant Dallas some samples while I perform this little task for her. There's a lamb."
"I don't need any samples." Eve smiled thinly at Yvette. "But I want the scent we were talking about."
"Absolutely." The receptionist nearly knelt at Eve's feet. "Would this be for yourself?"
"No, it's a gift."
"And a very thoughtful one." Yvette took a personal palm computer out of her pocket. "Male or female?"
"Female."
"Could you give me three of her strongest personality traits? As in bold or shy or romantic."
"Intelligent," Eve said, thinking of Dr. Mira. "Compassionate. Thorough."
"Very good. Now something of the physical?"
"Medium height, slender, brown hair, blue eyes, light complexion."
"That's very nice," Yvette said. For a police report, she thought in disgust. "What color brown is her hair? How does she wear it?"
Eve hissed between her teeth. This Christmas shopping was tough stuff. Doing her best, she focused and described the city's top profiler and shrink.
By the time Peabody walked in, she was choosing the bottle and waiting for Simon to generate hard copy and disc.
"You shopped again."
"No, I bought again."
"Should we have this delivered to your home or office, Lieutenant?"