In Death 07 - Holiday in Death

was put on," Jacko said to Eve while Cissy, obviously insulted, sprang up and flounced -- Eve could think of no other word for it -- into the kitchen. "You know that fake cheer. Deep, rumbling. He said something like... 'Have you been good little girl? I've got something for you. Only for you.' Then I stepped out and he looked like he'd swallowed a live trout."
    "You didn't recognize him?" Eve asked Cissy. "There was nothing about him, under the costume, under the makeup, that looked familiar? Nothing about his voice, the way he moved?"
    "No." She walked back in, rigidly ignoring Jacko and sipping from a glass filled with fizzy water. "But it was only a couple of minutes."
    "I'm going to have you review the discs, take a look at them when we enlarge and enhance. If there's anything familiar, I want to know."
    "Isn't this a lot of trouble for something so silly?"
    "I don't think so. How long have the two of you lived together?"
    "On and off for a couple years."
    "A lot of off lately," Jacko mumbled.
    "If you weren't so possessive, if you didn't punch every man who looks at me sideways," Cissy began.
    "Cissy?" Eve held up a hand, hoping to forestall the domestic dispute. "What do you do for a living?"
    "Me, I'm an actor -- teach acting when I can't land a part."
    There's one, Eve mused.
    "She's terrific." With obvious and shameless pride, Jacko grinned at Cissy. "She's rehearsing for a play off-Broadway right now."
    "Way off," Cissy said, but she moved back to Jacko with a smile and sat beside him again.
    "It's going to be a huge hit." He kissed one of her pretty hands. "Cissy beat out twenty other women at the auditions. This one's her big break."
    "I'll be sure to watch for it. Cissy, have you used the services of Personally Yours?"
    "Um..." Her gaze skidded away. "No."
    "Cissy." Eve put all cop in her voice, in her eyes, and leaned forward. "Do you know the penalty for lying during an interview?"
    "Well, for goodness' sake, I don't know what business it is of yours."
    "What's Personally Yours?" Jacko wanted to know.
    "A computer dating service."
    "Oh, for Christ's sake, Cissy! For Christ's sake." Furious, Jacko shoved off the couch, rattling knickknacks as he stomped around the living room. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
    "We broke up!" All at once the little fairy managed to out-shout the giant. "I was mad at you. I thought it would be fun. I thought it would teach you a lesson, you dummy. I've got a perfect right to see who I want when I want when we aren't co-habitating."
    "Think again, honey." He swung back, black eyes glinting.
    "See, see?" Cissy jabbed a finger at him as she appealed to Eve. All the flirty softness in her eyes had turned to flint. "This is what I put up with."
    "Calm down, both of you. Sit," Eve ordered. "When did you have your consult, Cissy?"
    "About six weeks ago," she mumbled. "I went out with a couple of guys -- "
    "What guys?" Jacko demanded.
    "A couple of guys," she repeated, ignoring him. "Then Jacko came back around. He brought me flowers. Pansies. I caved. But I'm rethinking that decision."
    "That decision might have saved your life," said Eve.
    "What do you mean?" Instinctively Cissy cringed into Jacko. His arm came back around her.
    "The incident last night matches the pattern of a series of homicides. In the other cases, the victims lived alone." Eve glanced at Jacko. "Lucky for you, you don't."
    "Oh God, but...Jacko."
    "Don't worry, baby, don't worry. I'm here." He all but folded her into his lap as he stared at Eve. "I knew that guy was off. What's going on?"
    "I'll tell you what I can. Then I need both of you to come down to Cop Central, review the disc, make another report, and tell me everything you can remember, Cissy, about your experience at Personally Yours."
    "The witnesses are giving the investigation their full cooperation." Eve stood in Commander Whitney's office. Too wired to sit, she barely resisted pacing as she gave him her report.
    "The woman's shaken, can't give us much to go on. The man's holding it together. Nothing about the perpetrator is familiar to either. I've interviewed both of the matches Cissy Peterman dated. Both are alibied for at least one of the murders. I think they're clear on this."
    Lips pursed, Whitney nodded and began to scan the hard copy of Eve's report. "Jacko Gonzales? The Jacko Gonzales? Number twenty-six with the Brawlers?"
    "He plays professional arena ball, yes, sir."
    "Well, hell." Whitney's faced creased in one of his rare