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With a nod, she signalled to Peabody. “This is bound to be messy,” she began as they started down the hall.

“You want to separate them?”

“No. Not yet, anyway. Let’s see how it goes.”

She braced herself, and knocked on the door.

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Chapter 7

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ODD, EVE THOUGHT, HOW LITTLE SHE remembered him. He was, essentially, the first child near her own age she’d ever known.

They’d lived in the same house for months, and it had been a series of firsts for her. The first time she’d ever lived in a house, or stayed in one place night after night with a bed of her own. The first time she’d been around another kid.

The first time she hadn’t been beaten or raped.

But she could only see him vaguely the way he’d been—the pale blond hair cut short over a wide, almost chubby face.

He’d been shy, and she’d been terrified. She supposed it wasn’t that odd that they hadn’t bonded.

Now, here they were, in a bland hotel room with grief and death fouling the air.

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I’m very sorry about what’s happened.”

“I don’t know what happened.” His eyes were ravaged, and he clung to Zana’s hand as they sat together on the side of the bed. “No one will tell us anything. My mother… my mother.”

“Do you know why she came to New York?”

“Of course.” When Zana made a little whimpering sound, Bobby took his hand from hers so he could wrap his arm tight around her shoulders. “She wanted to see you. And we haven’t had a vacation in a while. She was excited about coming to New York. We’ve never been. And seeing you, and shopping for Christmas. Oh, God.” He dropped his head onto his wife’s shoulder, then just dropped it into his hands. “How could this have happened to her? Who could’ve done it?”

“Do you know anyone who was bothering her? Who had threatened her?”

“No. No. No.”

“Well…” Zana bit her lip, then pressed them tight together.

“You thought of someone?” Eve asked her.

“I, well, it’s just that she’s got that feud going with Mrs. Dillman next door?” She knuckled tears away. “Mrs. Dillman’s grandson’s over there and out in the backyard all the time with that little dog he brings over, and they do carry on. Mama Tru and Mrs. Dillman had more than a few words over it. And Mrs. Dillman said she’d like to slap Mama Tru silly.”

“Zana.” Bobby rubbed and rubbed at his eyes. “That isn’t what Eve meant.”

“No, I guess not. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to help.”

“What have you been doing in New York?” Eve asked. “What sort of things?”

Zana looked at Bobby, obviously expecting him to take the lead, but he just kept his head in his hands. “Um, well, we got in. It was Wednesday, and we walked around, shopped a little bit, and we went to see the show at Radio City. Bobby got tickets from a man right out on the street. They were awfully expensive.”

Scalped tickets generally were, Eve thought.

“It was wonderful. I’ve never seen anything like it. Mama Tru said we didn’t have very good seats, but I thought they were just fine. And we went and had an Italian dinner after. It was awfully nice. We came back sort of early, because it’d been a long day with all the traveling.”

She began to rub a hand up and down Bobby’s back as she spoke. The gold band of her wedding ring glinted dully in the poor light. “Next morning, we had breakfast in a cafe, and Mama Tru said how she was going to see you, and she wanted to go by herself this first time. So Bobby and I went to the Empire State Building, ‘cause Mama Tru said she didn’t want to stand in those lines anyway, and—”

“You’ve been doing the tourist thing,” Eve interrupted, before she got more play-by-play. “Did you see anyone you knew?”

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