In Death 10 - Witness in Death

about it. Anyway, Trina's got some outrageous new body paint."
    "No. Absolutely. I don't do body paint."
    Mavis rolled her eyes. "For me, Dallas. We know you. But I think you should give it a try one of these days. I bet Roarke would really go for the Gold-Dust. It does amazing things for the boobs. Makes them sparkle."
    "I don't want sparkling boobs."
    "It's flavored, too. Frangipani."
    "Really?" Roarke blew out a stream of smoke. "I'm very fond of tropical flavors."
    "See? Anyway, you can think about that after you're all relaxed and your hair's gooped up. Summerset made snacks."
    "Goodie. But really, I -- oops, there's the door. I'll get it."
    She escaped, forcing herself not to simply break into a run, bowl over whoever was at the door, and just keep running until she reached the sanctuary of Cop Central. She beat Summerset there by half a step.
    "I'm getting it."
    "Greeting and escorting guests falls into my job requirements," he reminded her. "Miss Furst is here to see you." So saying, he bumped Eve aside and opened the door.
    "I should have called." Nadine knew just how Eve felt about reporters in her home. "I'm not here for 75," she continued quickly. "It's personal."
    "Good. Fine. Come in." To Nadine's surprise, Eve clamped a hand on hers and all but dragged her toward the parlor.
    "I've taken a couple of days off," Nadine began.
    "I noticed. I didn't much care for your on-air substitute."
    "He's a putz. But anyway, I wanted to come by and tell you..." She paused, pulled herself back. "Oh, hi, Mavis."
    "Nadine, hi! Hey, it's practically a party." However flighty Mavis seemed on the surface, she had a solid core of sense, with compassion and loyalty wrapped tightly around it. It took less than two seconds for her to see the strain in Nadine's eyes.
    "Listen, I'm just going to run down and see how Trina's doing. Back in a flash." She went out in one, dashing through the door in a blur of color.
    "Sit down, Nadine." Roarke was already up, leading her to a chair. "Would you like some wine?"
    "I would, thanks, I would. But I'd really like one of those cigarettes."
    "I thought you were quitting," Eve said as Roarke offered one.
    "I am." Nadine sent Roarke a look of gratitude as he flicked on his lighter. "I quit regularly. Listen, I'm sorry to bust in on you both this way."
    "Friends are always welcome." He poured the wine, gave it to her. "I assume you want to talk to Eve. I'll leave you alone."
    "No, don't feel you have to go." Nadine took another long drag of the pricey tobacco. "Jesus, I forget you have the real thing. A bigger kick than herbals. No, don't go," she said again. "Dallas tells you everything anyway."
    Roarke's face showed surprise. "Does she?"
    "No," Eve said definitely but lowered to the arm of a chair. "I did tell him about your problem because of his connection to Draco. And his connection to you."
    "It's all right." Nadine managed a weak smile. "Mortification builds character."
    "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Life would be awfully dull if we could look back without regretting at least one affair."
    Her smile relaxed. "You plucked a winner here, Dallas. Nothing like a man who says the right thing at the right time. Well, Richard Draco is my regret. Dallas." She shifted her gaze to Eve's. "I know you don't have to tell me, couldn't obviously during the interview earlier. Maybe you can't tell me at all, but I have to ask. Am I in trouble?"
    "What did your lawyer say?"
    "Not to worry and not to talk to you without him present." She smiled grimly. "I'm having a hard time following his advice."
    "I can't scratch you off the list, Nadine. But," she added as Nadine closed her eyes and nodded. "Since you're coming in dead last, I'd give taking the first part of your lawyer's advice another try."
    Nadine huffed out a breath, sipped her wine. "First time I've ever been happy to be a loser."
    "Mira's opinion weighs heavily, and she doesn't believe you're capable of calculated murder. Neither does the primary on a personal level or, considering the current evidence, on a professional one."
    "Thank you. Thanks." Nadine lifted a hand to her head, pressed her fingers to the center of her brow. "I keep telling myself this is going to go away soon. That you'll wrap it up. But the stress is like a spike through my brain."
    "I'm going to have to give you just a little more. Were you aware Draco had a video of you?"
    "Video?" Nadine dropped her hand, frowned. "You mean of my work?"
    "Well, some people