Chapter One
In death there were many layers. Violent death added more. It was her job to
sift through those layers and find cause. In cause, to meet justice.
However the act of murder was committed, in cold blood or hot, she was sworn to
pursue it to its root. And serve the dead.
For tonight, Lieutenant Eve Dallas of the New York City Police and Security
Department wore no badge. It, along with her service weapon and communicator,
was currently tucked in an elegant, palm-sized silk purse she considered
embarrassingly frivolous.
She wasn't dressed like a cop, but wore a shimmering apricot-hued gown that
skimmed down her long, slim body and was sliced in a dramatic V in the back. A
slender chain of diamonds hung glittering around her neck. More sparkled at ears
she recently, and in a weak moment, had been persuaded to have pierced.
Still more were scattered like raindrops through her short chop of brown hair
and made her feel faintly ridiculous.
However glamorous the silk and diamonds made her appear, her eyes were all cop.
Tawny brown and cool, they scanned the sumptuous ballroom, skimmed over faces,
bodies, and considered security.
Cameras worked into the fancy plasterwork overhead were unobtrusive, powerful,
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