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back out, we still limp along and slap them back in again.”
    With a half laugh, Eve glanced at her companion. “You’re an optimist, Peabody. I wonder how long that’ll last. I’m going to make a detour before we log back on,” she said, changing direction on impulse. “I want to get the air of that courtroom out of my lungs.”
    “Lieutenant? You didn’t need me in court today. Why was I there?”
    “If you’re going after that detective shield, Peabody, you need to see what you’re up against. It’s not just killers and thieves and chemi-heads. It’s the lawyers.”
    It didn’t surprise her to find the streets clogged and parking nonexistent. Philosophically, Eve nosed into an illegal zone, flipped the on-duty light on.
    As she stepped out of the car, she gave a hustler on a glide-board a mild stare. He grinned, winked cheekily, then zoomed away toward more conducive surroundings.
    “This area’s loaded with hustlers and dealers and off-license hookers,” Eve said conversationally. “That’s why I love it.” She opened the door to the Down and Dirty Club, stepped inside to air thick with the sour smells of cheap liquor and bad food.
    Privacy rooms lining one wall were open, airing out the musky stink of stale sex.
    It was a joint — one that enjoyed being seamy and just skirted the edge of health and decency laws. A holographic band had the stage and was playing listlessly for the smattering of disinterested customers.
    Mavis Freestone was in an isolation booth in the back, her hair a purple fountain, two scraps of glowing silver cloth strategically draped over her small, sassy body. The way her mouth was moving, her hips swiveling, Eve was certain she was rehearsing one of her more interesting vocals.
    Eve stepped up to the glass, waiting until Mavis’s rolling eyes circled around and landed on her. Mavis’s mouth, the same searing purple as her hair, rounded into a huge circle of delight. She did a fast boogie, then shoved the door open. An ear-shattering blast of screaming guitars burst out of the booth with her.
    Mavis launched herself into Eve’s arms, and though she was shouting, Eve caught only every other word over the thundering music.
    “What?” Laughing, Eve slammed the door shut, shook the echo out of her head. “Christ, Mavis, what was that?”
    “My new number. It’s going to knock them unconscious.”
    “I believe it.”
    “You’re back.” Mavis gave Eve two smacking and unavoidable kisses. “Let’s sit down. Let’s have a drink. Tell me every detail. Leave nothing out. Hey, Peabody. Man, aren’t you steaming in that uniform?”
    She dragged Eve to a sticky table, punched up the menu. “What do you want? It’s on me. Crack pays me pretty solid for the couple gigs a week I do here. He’s going to be dredged that he missed you. Oh, I’m so glad to see you. You look terrific. You look happy. Doesn’t she look terrific, Peabody? Sex is so, like, therapeutic, right?”
    Eve laughed again, knowing she’d come just for this. Mindless entertainment. “Just a couple of fizz waters, Mavis. We’re on duty.”
    “Oh, like somebody in here’s going to report you. Unbutton that uniform some, Peabody. I’m getting hot just looking at you. How was Paris? How was the island? How was the resort? Did he fuck your brains out everywhere?”
    “Beautiful, wonderful, interesting, and yeah, he did. How’s Leonardo?”
    Mavis’s eyes went dreamy. She smiled and poked a silver-tipped nail onto the menu board. “He’s terrific. Cohabitating’s better than I thought it would be. He designed this costume for me.”
    Eve studied the thin silver straps that almost covered Mavis’s tidy apple breasts. “Is that what you call it?”
    “I’ve got this new number, see. Oh, I’ve got so much to tell you.” She snagged the fizz water when it plopped through the slot. “I don’t know where to start. There’s this guy, this music engineer. I’m working with him. We’re doing a disc,