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a lumbering crosstown maxibus, and zipped through the light at the corner seconds before it went red.
    Several pedestrians already trying to surge across the intersection aimed vicious looks.
    “Whee,” Schupp said under his breath, and took Po’s hand.
    Eve skinned between a couple of Rapid Cabs, whizzed past a bike messenger with an obvious death wish, and barreled into the underground parking of the steel tower of Roarke’s headquarters.
    The security scanner beeped her through, droned out the parking level and space under reserve for the DLE.
    She pulled into the slot minutes after she’d pulled away from the curb.
    Po said, “Wow,” and actually let out a quick laugh. “Better than the vid.”
    “Welcome to my world,” Peabody told him.
    “Um. We’re on the twenty-second floor. I can swipe us right up.”
    So could she, Eve thought, but nodded. “Good enough. We’ll need to see Mr. McEnroy’s office, and speak to Ms. Brant. I also need the names of the two women you mentioned. The ones you know were harassed by Mr. McEnroy.”
    “Oh man. I guess I knew that, but it feels … I didn’t know Jasmine—that’s Jasmine Quirk—very well. She wasn’t here very long. She quit about three weeks after she started. And Leah Lester didn’t last a lot longer, maybe three months. She didn’t go quietly, and that’s how Sylvia got wind of what was going on. Allegedly, I guess. Leah and Jasmine left about the same time.”
    He swiped into the elevator. “I don’t really know where they are now, but Sylvia might.”
    “Okay.”
    The ride up was smooth, as one expected of a Roarke property, and since she added her own swipe to Po’s, they went express.
    The doors opened into the small, tasteful lobby of Perfect Placement.
    Rich brown chairs in the waiting area contrasted richly with pale gold walls. The company logo arched on the wall behind reception where a man and woman, both in black, manned the echoing curved counter.
    “Good morning, Lance.” The female offered a smile as she tapped her earpiece. “Hey, Westley, nice to see you.”
    “Ah, is Sylvia in?”
    “Isn’t she always?” The woman’s smile faltered as she skimmed her gaze over Eve and Peabody. “Is something wrong?”
    “We need to speak with her,” Eve said.
    “We’ll go straight back, okay?”
    Without waiting, Po turned toward the glass doors. They whispered open even as the receptionist said, “I’ll let her know.”
    Cubes first, Eve noted, with worker bees already at it, and the smell of street coffee and economy pastries rising through the air.
    Around a corner to a handful of offices, some open, some closed. Another corner, bigger offices, snazzier views, the sound of keyboarding, of ’link calls.
    Po paused outside of one of the snazzies.
    An athletically built woman with strong shoulders sat behind a desk working a keyboard with a blur of fingers. She didn’t look up from the work.
    “Hold there a minute, Lance. I need to get this sent asap.”
    “Sylvia—”
    “Ten seconds,” she muttered, fingers still flying. She paused, her bird-bright black eyes skimming the screen. “Send,” she ordered, then sat back, glanced up. “Hi, Wes. Now, what’s all this?”
    Eve held up her badge. “I’m going to close the door.”
    Sylvia sat straight again. “That sounds ominous. Could I have a closer look at your identification?”
    Obliging, Eve stepped closer, offered the badge. Sylvia, her short, dark hair artfully streaked with silver, studied it. “Holy crap. Somebody killed Nigel.”
    “That’s quite a guess, Ms. Brant.”
    “I have two murder cops in my office, along with Nigel’s admin and Lance’s husband. I don’t think you’re here to pass the time of day. And in fact, I tried to tag Nigel five minutes ago, and got nothing, not even v-mail. Sit down, Lance.”
    She rose as she spoke, went to him, gave him a one-armed hug as she pointed him toward a chair. “You look pale. Everybody sit down. Give me a