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dinner?”
    He smiled, sat back, gestured with his glass.
    She told him, going step by step through both murders, the timing, the method, the background.
    “Listening to them talk to each other? It just hit. They had something. It went beyond the surface, you get me? Beyond that gooey first stage of attraction.”
    “The potential they had…It’s not just one or even two people being snuffed out, but the potential of what they might have made together.”
    “Yeah, I guess that’s it.” She stared through that black glass to the lights of a city that offered the very best, and the very worst. “Pisses me off.”
    “You’re rarely anything but pissed at murderers.”
    “That’s a given. I mean they piss me off, the vics. What the hell were they thinking?” Frustration rippled through her, into her eyes, her voice. “Why didn’t they go to the cops? They’re dead not only because somebody wanted them dead, but because they were playing at something they couldn’t possibly win.”
    “Many of us don’t automatically run to the police.”
    “Some of you run from them,” she said dryly. “She had that new lock installed just two days before. Tells me she’s got some concerns. She takes a knife into the bedroom with her—or I have to assume she did from my read of the scene. Tells me she was scared. But…” She stabbed viciously at a bite of steak. “At the same time she says nothing to her defenseless sister who’s coming to spend the night. She doesn’t, at the very least, hole up with her boyfriend.”
    And you’re suffering some, Roarke thought, because it could have been prevented if she’d come to someone like you. “She had a sense ofindependence, then, and an underlying certainty she was handling and could handle the situation.”
    Eve shook her head. “It’s that ‘It can’t really happen to me’ attitude. The same one that gets people to stroll around in bad neighborhoods or flip off the expense of decent security. Violence happens to the other guy. And you know what else?” she added, waving her fork. “They were into it. Wow, look what we’ve uncovered. We’re going to blow it open—and do interviews, be important.”
    “Ordinary people, ordinary lives, and then something that pulls them out of that. The accounting firm has an excellent reputation.”
    “But you don’t use them. I checked. Mostly because I thought what a big, complicated mess if you did.”
    “I considered them once upon a time. I found Sloan too stuffy and rigid.”
    “Isn’t that the definition of accountants?”
    “Shame on you,” he said with a laugh. “Such a cliché. There are people, darling Eve, who enjoy and are skilled with numbers and finance who are neither stuffy nor rigid.”
    “And here I figured you were the exception to the rule. No, I’m just being pissy,” she admitted. “Feel pissy. The firm’s had their lawyers tangling up the warrant all damn day. They’ve got two employees murdered and they’re blocking me from doing my job.”
    “By doing theirs,” he pointed out. “Sorry, Lieutenant, but if they didn’t use their muscle, and the law, to do whatever possible to protect their clients’ privacy, they wouldn’t have the reputation they hold.”
    “Somebody in there knows what Copperfield and Byson knew. They were cogs, moving into the center of the wheel, but still cogs. Somebody closer in knows.”
    He cut another slice of steak. “It wouldn’t be impossible for someone with superior hacking skills to access the files on Copperfield’s office unit.”
    She said nothing for a moment because she’d thought the same. She’d considered this streamlined approach. “Can’t do it.”
    “Didn’t think you could. And the why is the same as why the firm is paying their lawyers to paper the PA. It’s the job. At this point, you aren’t aware of other lives on the line. You can’t justify the shortcut.”
    “No, I can’t.”
    “You would be, I imagine, working your