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and sidewalks, and yet, Eve thought, it all rushed and roared exactly as it was meant to.
    She spotted Roarke before she parked, standing outside the drab edifice that housed the busy hive of the lab and forensics. The dark charcoal suit fit the lean length of him perfectly, and showed a subtle flare with a tie nearly as bold a blue as his eyes.
    Black hair fell in a mane around that striking face, shades shielded those stunning eyes as he slipped the PPC he’d been working on into a pocket and started toward her.
    She thought he looked like some elegantly urban vid star with just a hit of edge. And she supposed it suited him as one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world—and on its satellites—who’d pulled himself by hook or—haha—crook out of the grime of the Dublin alleyways.
    “Check on Carolee,” she told Peabody. “See if they’ve finished the medical, have any results.”
    She watched Roarke’s lips curve as they walked toward each other. She didn’t need to see his eyes to know they mirrored that smile. And her heart gave a quick, giddy jump. She had to admit Peabody was right. It was nice to have a guy.
    “Lieutenant.” He took her hand and, though she lowered her eyebrows to discourage him, bent to brush those curved lips lightly over hers. “Hello, Peabody. You look fetchingly windblown.”
    “Yeah.” She brushed ineffectually at her hair. “Boat ride.”
    “So I hear.”
    “Check on the wit, Peabody,” Eve repeated as she led the way inside.
    “What was witnessed?” Roarke wondered.
    “Tell me what the media’s saying. I haven’t bothered to tune in.”
    “I caught bits and pieces on my way downtown to my meeting, then a bit more after. A woman apparently lost on the ferry, then found. Or not, depending on the report. A possibility someone was injured or fell overboard.”
    He continued as Eve led them through the maze, signed and badged them through security.
    “The main thrust seems to be that DOT and NYPSD officials held up the ferry for over two hours, then additional time with a security search of passengers as they disembarked. A few of the passengers sent various media outlets some vids or statements. So, you can imagine, it’s all over the board.”
    “Fine.” Eve opted for a down glide rather than an elevator. “Better that way.”
    “Is someone missing? Or dead?”
    “Someone was missing, but now she’s not. Someone might be dead, but there’s no body. Passenger count is off by two on disembarking.”
    “Which might equal victim and killer. How’d they get off the ferry?”
    “That’s another question.” She stepped off the glide. “First, I’ve got a couple quarts of blood in a public restroom on the ferry. I need to find out who it belonged to.”
    Five
    She wound through the labyrinth bisected by glass walls. Behind them techs worked with scopes and holos, forensic droids, tiny vials and mysterious solutions.
    The air hummed in a blend of machine and human into a single voice Eve found just slightly creepy. She would never understand how people worked, day after day, in a vast space without a single window.
    She found the chief lab tech, Dick Berenski, sliding his stool soundlessly along his long white counter as he commanded various comps. Dickhead was an irritant, a pebble in the shoe on a personal level, but she couldn’t deny his almost preternatural skill with evidence.
    He looked up, cocking his egg-shaped head as she approached, and she didn’t miss the light in his eyes when he recognized Roarke.
    “Got yourself an entourage today, Dallas.”
    “Don’t think about trying to hit up the civilian for liquor, tickets to sporting events or cash.”
    “Hey.” Dickhead couldn’t quite pull off offended.
    “Let’s talk blood.”
    “Got enough of it. I got the initial sample a couple hours ago, and they’re bringing in the rest. We’ll run tests on samples of that, too. Could be more than one source. Got my blood guy reconstructing