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be thorough.”
    “You women are cold and terrifying creatures. This one? She’s damn proud of it. Says she’s going to be a hero to neofems throughout our fair land. Maybe so.”
    “You got that closed. Anything else hot?”
    “We don’t have any more actives than we can handle right now.”
    “Anything you don’t feel comfortable passing on?”
    “You want me to dump my caseloads on somebody else. I’m your boy.”
    “I want you and Trueheart on witness duty. My residence.”
    “When?”
    “Now.”
    “I’ll get my boy. They did two kids?” His face sobered as they walked toward the bull pen. “Did them while they slept?”
    “It’d have been worse if they’d been awake. You and Trueheart are baby-sitting the eyewitness. Nine-year-old female. Keep it off the log for now. I still have to report to Whitney.”
    She moved through the bull pen, then into the glorified closet that was her office.
    As predicted, Nadine Furst, Channel 75’s on-air ace, sat in Eve’s ratty desk chair. She was perfectly groomed, her streaky blonde hair swept back from her foxy face. Her jacket and pants were the color of ripe pumpkin, with a stark white shirt beneath that somehow made the whole getup more female.
    She stopped recording notes into her memo book when Eve walked in. “Don’t hurt me. I saved you a cookie.”
    Saying nothing, Eve jerked a thumb, then took the chair Nadine vacated. When the silence went on, Nadine cocked her head. “Don’t I get a lecture? Aren’t you going to yell at me? Don’t you want your cookie?”
    “I just came from the morgue. There’s a little girl on a slab. Her throat’s cut from here, to about here.” Eve tapped a finger on both sides of her own throat.
    “I know.” Nadine sat in the single visitor’s chair. “Or I know some of it. A whole family, Dallas. However hard-shelled you and I might be, that gets through. And with a home invasion like this, the public needs some of the details, so they can protect themselves.”
    Eve said nothing, just lifted her eyebrows.
    “That’s part of it,” Nadine insisted. “I’m not saying ratings aren’t involved, or I don’t want my journalistic teeth in something this juicy. But the sanctity of the home should mean something. Keeping your kids safe matters.”
    “See the media liaison.”
    “The ML doesn’t have squat.”
    “Should tell you something, Nadine.” Eve lifted a hand before Nadine could sound off. “What I’ve got at this point isn’t going to help the public, and I’m not inclined to give you the inside edge. Unless . . .”
    Nadine settled back, crossed her exceptional legs. “Name the terms.”
    Eve stretched out, flipping the door shut, then turned around in her chair so that she and Nadine were face-to-face. “You know how to slant reports, how to spin stories to influence the public who you love to claim has a right to know.”
    “Excuse me, objective reporter.”
    “Bullshit. The media’s no more objective than the last ratings term. You want details, you want the inside track, one-on-ones, and your other items on your reporter’s checklist? I’ll feed you. And when this goes down and I get them--and I will get them--I want you to bloody them in the media. I want you to skew the stories so these fuckers are the monsters the villagers go after with axes and torches.”
    “You want them tried in the press.”
    “No.” It wasn’t a smile that moved over Eve’s face. Nothing that feral could be called a smile. “I want them hanged by it. You’re my secondary line, if the system gives them a loophole even an anorectic bloodworm has trouble wiggling through. Yes or no.”
    “Yes. Was there sexual assault on any or all of the victims?”
    “None.”
    “Torture? Mutilation?”
    “No. Straight kills. Clean.”
    “Professional?”
    “Possibly. Two killers.”
    “Two?” The excitement of the hunt flushed onto Nadine’s cheek. “How do you know?”
    “I get paid to know. Two,” Eve