She spotted Mavis—how could you miss her—in a sweeping blaze of red and white. As she twirled for the cameras, the sweeps separated like blades of a fan. The heels of her red shoes towered with sparkling laces crisscrossing to the knee. Beside her Leonardo wore one of those long tux jackets that skimmed to his knees in some sort of metallic fabric that shifted from emerald to sapphire.
He held Mavis’s hand as she bubbled for the reporter. “I can’t wait. It’s total dream come abso-true time. I’m nervous, but I’d be in the basket without my honey here, and our pals. Here’s Nadine. She’s wearing my honey, too. Nadine!” Mavis gestured. “You want to talk to Nadine, right? Nadine and Jake. He’s mega frost, isn’t he?”
“Elegant,” Roarke decreed as Nadine stepped up. “Just exactly right.”
Eve guessed so. She’d gone sleek and classic and deep gold. Not sparkling but gleaming and slithering down to a kind of liquid trail behind her. Diamonds dripped from her ears and formed two wide cuffs on her wrists. Beside her Jake went for the rocker-style formal. Leather tux jacket and boots, plain white shirt, long tie worn loose at the neck.
“She’s nervous,” Eve noticed.
“She is, yes, but it wouldn’t show unless you know her. Handles herself very well, don’t you think?”
“Mavis is keeping it bouncing. It helps.”
“You completely have to buzz with Peabody and McNab. Hey, Peabody! Come on up!” Mavis urged.
The camera panned for a split second to Peabody’s stunned, somewhat terrified face before Mavis bounced right down. She grabbed one of Peabody’s hands, one of McNab’s, bounced right back.
“Detectives Peabody and McNab, NYPSD. Best fricking PSD in the universe of PSDs. We’re having the most magalicious time together. Come on, we gotta do a shout-out. Hey, Dallas! Hey, Roarke! You better be watching.”
She laughed, circled her arms around Nadine and Peabody. “Shout-out. Come on!”
Nadine laughed, losing that edge of nerves in her eyes.
They shouted out.
“There you are. Now you can say, with perfect truth, you watched and you heard.”
“Yeah.” Eve munched popcorn. “And I’m not there answering stupid questions and wearing one of those outfits. It works.”
Plus, she figured she could catch some more zzzs while people droned on. And on.
The cat curled up at the small of her back. She had a bowl of butter-and-salt drenched corn, and she could snuggle into Roarke, just close her eyes.
She woke, mumbling, when Roarke elbowed her.
“Mavis is about to perform.”
Eve blinked at the screen. “Everybody’s inside.”
“And have been for about a half hour. Nothing went on of interest to you. Shift over, will you, pour us some more wine.”
Eve shifted, poured, yawned, sipped wine.
The stage went dark. A drum began to beat. A spotlight flashed on a single figure.
Mavis didn’t wear the gown now, but a skinsuit of silver lights on black, silver knee-high boots.
She hit the first note, a howl rising from guttural low to wailing high.
Then she rocked it, dancing over the stage in that single light, belting out the song. She pointed, another light, another figure, and another, another.
“Jesus,” Eve murmured as her oldest friend fronted a dozen dancers on the stage in perfect and complex choreography. Singing in a voice straight from the gut.
“She’s good, really good. When did she get so good?”
“She doesn’t have to shock for attention. She already has it. She’s quite marvelous really, and always was in her way.”
Eve watched, transfixed. The other lights winked off, one by one until Mavis stood alone again. Another howl, and the stage went black.