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“Good. But this is another one. And it’s sensitive.” She helped herself to a couple nuts, studied the crooked orange, green, and blue bowl. “Mrs. Feeney make this?”
“Nah. She can do better than that now. Mostly. My granddaughter made it for me. Now the kid wants a frigging pottery wheel and a kiln for Christmas. Who can think about Christmas this early?”
Apparently Harris had.
“Do you ever take off,” Eve wondered, “go away, like a vacation, for Christmas?”
“Why the hell would we do that? It’s Christmas.”
“Yeah. Okay, so my vic hired a PI to plant a cam in her former bedmate’s and his current bedmate’s loft. I’ve got two recordings, one she kept in a lockbox in a safe in her hotel suite, one she kept in a safe box at a bank.”
“What did she catch them at? Screwing Dobermans? Plotting a terrorist attack?”
“I can’t say as I haven’t viewed them yet, but I expect she caught them doing what people do in bedrooms.”
“Has to be more than that to lock two copies in separate locations.”
“Well, I have to watch it and see. And I want to know if either of the recordings is the original. Can you tell?”
“Yeah.” He turned to his comp, called up a program, fiddled a moment. “Let’s have ’em.”
Eve took them out, unsealed each, noted down the time, the location, her name, Feeney’s. He cued them into his machine. “Run them simultaneous, split screen. The program will pop out any anomalies, determine generation of the recording.”
He ordered the run.
The screen flickered on with identical scenes as Marlo walked into the bedroom of the loft.
“That’s the actress, right? I heard she looked just like you. I don’t see it.”
“It’s closer when she’s made up for it.”
Offscreen, Matthew called out, asking if she wanted some wine.
“I wouldn’t say no.” She walked to a long dresser with a soft silver gleam, opened a drawer. She tossed what looked like a T-shirt and drawstring pants on the bed, then pulled the sweater she wore over her head.
Eyes closed, she stood a moment in her bra and cargo pants, rolling her shoulders.
Matthew walked in with two glasses of wine—and smiled.
“I like your outfit.”
She smiled back. “I got banged around some in the fight scene today.”
“You rocked it.”
“And I’m feeling every bit of it.” She took the wine, sipped, let out a pleased sigh. “But that’s a start. I’m going to get comfortable, then try to stretch some of the aches out.”
“I can help you with that.” He set his wine aside, put his hands on her shoulders, made her groan when he rubbed.
“You’ve got some bruises, babe.”
“Tell me about it. I can’t imagine how many Dallas had after doing it for real. We should finish it tomorrow, if I can walk. Did you hear K.T. got all over Nadine and Roundtree? She wanted Peabody written into the scene.”
“I heard something about it. Don’t think about her. You’re tensing up just thinking about her. She’s not worth it.”
“I know, I know. She doesn’t care about the production. She just wants more screen time. She screamed at Preston today. I could hear her all the way in Wardrobe. She threatened to have him fired because she didn’t like the angles he used in the bullpen B roll he directed.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake.”
