In Death 10 - Witness in Death

such as it was, crescendoed, led by a long, plaintive wail from the singer. Blessed silence fell like a cargo ship of bricks.
    "What do you think?" Mavis tossed back the mop of bicolored braids. "It's a good follow-up number for the new video. Not too tame, is it?"
    "Ah." Roarke took a moment to sip his wine. There'd been a moment when he'd been mildly concerned that the decibel level would shatter the crystal. "No. No indeed. Tame isn't the word that comes to mind."
    "Mag!" She bounced over, and her little butt wriggled with energy as she bent down to kiss him. "I wanted you to see it first since you're, like, the money man."
    "Money always bows to talent."
    If Eve hadn't already loved him, she'd have fallen face first then and there, seeing the absolute joy his words put in Mavis's eyes.
    "It's so much fun! The recordings, the concerts, the way iced costumes Leonardo gets to design for me. It's hardly even like work. If it weren't for you and Dallas, I'd still be scraping gigs at joints like the Blue Squirrel."
    She did a quick spin as she spoke, spotted Eve, and beamed like sunshine. "Hey! I've got a new number."
    "I heard. Totally mag."
    "Roarke said you'd be late, and you -- Oh wow, is that blood?"
    "What? Where?" Because her mind had switched channels, Eve whipped her gaze around the room before Mavis leaped toward her.
    "It's all over you." Mavis's panicked hands patted Eve's breasts, shoulders. "We should call a doctor, a medi-unit. Roarke, make her lie down."
    "And there is my constant goal in life."
    "Har har. It's not my blood, Mavis."
    "Oh." Instantly, Mavis's hands jumped back. "Ick."
    "Don't worry, it's dry. I was going to shower and change at Central, but I weighed the potential of a piss stream of chilly water against a flood of hot and came home instead. Got another of those around?" she asked Roarke with a nod toward his wine.
    "Absolutely. Turn your head."
    She made a sound of annoyance, but tilted her head to show the treated scratches already healing.
    "Man-o," Mavis said with admiration in her voice. "Somebody swiped you good. Musta had mag nails."
    "But bad aim. She missed the eyes." She took the wine Roarke brought her. "Thanks for the tip before," she told him. "It panned out."
    "Happy to oblige. Tilt your head up."
    "Why? I showed you the nail rakes."
    "Up," he repeated, nudging it back himself with the tip of his finger, then closing his mouth warm and firmly over hers. "As you can see, I have excellent aim."
    "Awwww. You guys are so cute." With her hands folded at breast level, Mavis beamed at them.
    "Yeah, we're just like a couple of puppies." Amused, Eve sat on the arm of a sofa, sipped at her wine. "It's a great new number, Mavis. All you."
    "You think? I ran it for Leonardo, and now you two, but nobody else's seen it."
    "It's..." Eve remembered Whitney's comment. "Got juice."
    "That's what I thought. Roarke, can I tell her?"
    "Tell me what?"
    Mavis bit her lip, looked to Roarke for agreement, then, at his nod, drew two deep breaths. "Okay. My last disc cut, Curl Your Hair, Roarke got early word that it's hitting in the top five of next week's Vid-Tracks. Dallas, I'm fucking number three, right behind the Butt-Busters and Indigo."
    She might not have had a clue who Butt-Busters or Indigo might be, but Eve knew Vid-Tracks was Mavis's bible. "That's fabulous." Eve rose quickly, gave Mavis a hard hug. "You kick ass."
    "Thanks." Mavis sniffed, wiped a tear off silver-tipped lashes. "You're the first person I've told. I started to call Leonardo, but I want to tell him up-face, you know. And I'm glad I got to tell you first, anyhow. He'll understand."
    "He'll go nuts."
    "Yeah. We've got some serious celebrating to do. I'm really glad you weren't late after all, so I could tell you and so you didn't miss the girl deal."
    Instantly, warning flags sprang up in Eve's gut, fluttered nervously. "Girl deal?"
    "Yeah, you know. Trina's already down in the pool house setting up. Figured we could use a swim and a spin in the relaxation tank. We're up for the full treatment."
    "Full treatment?" No, was all Eve could think. Not the full treatment. Anything but that. "Look, Mavis, I just came home to work. I've got this case -- "
    "You've always got a case." Undeterred, Mavis poured herself a glass of wine, then brought the bottle to top Eve's off as Roarke lazily lighted a cigarette and smiled. "You've got to take time for you, or your internal organs get all shriveled and your skin goes saggy. I read all