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ever decided he wanted out, she'd probably let him live.
In a permanent body cast.
Disgusted all around, she spun back to her machine and began to hammer out the
investigative report the PA's office apparently didn't want to bother with.
She glanced up as E-Detective Ian McNab poked a head in her doorway. His long
golden hair was braided today, and only one iridescent hoop graced his earlobe.
Obviously to make up for the conservative touch, he wore a thick sweater in
screaming greens and blues that hung to the hips of black pipe-stem trousers.
Shiny blue boots completed the look.
He grinned at her, green eyes bold in a pretty face. "Hey, Dallas, I finished
checking out your victim's 'links and personal memo book. The stuff from his
office just came in, but I figured you'd want what I've got so far."
"Then why isn't your report on my desk unit?" she asked dryly.
"Just thought I'd bring it over personally." With a friendly smile, he dropped a
disc on her desk, then plopped his butt on the corner.
"Peabody's running data for me, McNab."
"Yeah." He moved his shoulders. "So, she's in her cube?"
"She's not interested in you, pal. Get a clue here."
He turned his hand over, examined his nails critically. "Who says I'm interested
in her? She still seeing Monroe, or what?"
"We don't talk about it."
His eyes met hers briefly, and they shared a moment of the vague disapproval
neither of them liked to show for Peabody's continued involvement with a slick
if appealing licensed companion. "Just curious, that's all."
"So ask her yourself." And report back to me, she added silently.
"I do." He grinned again. "Gives her a chance to snarl at me. She's got great
teeth."
He got up, paced around Eve's cramped box of an office. They both would have
been surprised to realize their thoughts on relationships were, at that moment,
running on parallel lines.
McNab's hot date with an off-planet flight consultant had cooled and soured the
night before. She'd bored him, he thought now, which should have been impossible
as she'd put her truly magnificent breasts on display in something sheer and
silver.
He hadn't been able to work up any enthusiasm because his thoughts had continued
to drift to the way a certain prickly cop looked in her starched uniform.
What the hell did she wear under that thing? he wondered now, as he had
unfortunately wondered the night before. That speculation had caused him to end
the evening early, annoying the flight consultant so that when he came to his
senses -- as he was sure he would -- he'd never get another shot at those
beautiful breasts.
He was, he decided, spending too many nights home alone, watching the screen.
Which reminded him.
"Hey, I caught Mavis's video on-screen last night. Frigid."
"Yeah, it's pretty great." Eve thought of her friend; even now on her first tour
to promote her recording disc for Roarke's entertainment arm, singing her butt
off in Atlanta. Mavis Freestone, Eve thought sentimentally, was a long way from
shrieking her lungs out for the zoned and the glazed at dives like the Blue
Squirrel.
"The disc is starting to take off. Roarke thinks it'll make the top twenty next