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symbol stronger and more important. It doesn’t lessen it one damn bit, unless you let it.”
    Because she had blubbered a little, Peabody scrubbed her hands over her face. “You’re right. You’re so completely right. I just let it get to me.”
    “It was nice,” Eve said as they got out of the car. “What your parents did, it was nice.”
    She glanced over at the quick click of heels, saw Mira cutting toward the elevator from her own space.
    Eve thought the color of the coat that skimmed to the knees of Dr. Charlotte Mira’s excellent legs might be called aquamarine. The heels were certainly emerald as was the hint of the dress under the coat. A sassy beret of rich sapphire blue perched on her smooth bob of mink-colored hair. She carried a purse of the same color as the beret and a shoulder-strap briefcase of supple bronze leather.
    “Well, good morning. Are you just coming in, or… Peabody, are you all right?”
    Instinctively, Peabody scrubbed at her face again. “Oh yeah. I just had a moment, that’s all. And I just tagged your admin to see if you could squeeze Dallas in for a consult.”
    “So you’re just getting in, but not just coming on.” Mira turned her quiet blue eyes to Eve. “I’m actually not due in for another twenty minutes. I left early as I wasn’t sure how traffic would be once the snow started. I can come up with you to your office now, if you have the time.”
    “I’ll make it.”
    When she could grab time with the department’s top shrink and profiler, she grabbed it.
    “A new case? You’ve just gotten back from holiday.”
    “We got back yesterday afternoon. We caught the case about four this morning when a beat droid found the body.”
    Seeing no point in wasting time, Eve started the rundown as they got on the elevator.
    “Dennis and I went to the Met with friends, saw Giselle just last weekend. Your victim must have been playing.” Mira shifted as the elevator shuddered to a stop on nearly every floor and more cops piled on. “Held and tortured for two days. Sexual component?”
    “None that shows. The killer used a precise flame – probably a hand torch – to inflict small burns on the genitals.”
    Every male cop on the crowded car shifted, and Eve imagined cop balls shrinking up in sympathy and defense.
    “No mutilation?”
    “Not your standard. Broken bones, burns, cuts, bruises. Primarily torso, abdomen, limbs, broken and crushed fingers. Hacked his hair off, left insulting little tufts of it. He had a lot of thick, shiny hair.”
    “Humiliation. But the face, nearly unmarked, no mutilation of the genitals. It doesn’t feel personal.”
    “Somebody takes a torch to my balls, I’m taking it personal,” one of the cops said. Mira smiled at him.
    “Burns heal, Officer, given the time. Personal would be slicing them up or off.”
    “Acid.” Eve spoke casually. “I caught one once where the girlfriend got pissed, and when the guy was crashed on Zoner, poured acid on his balls.”
    Grateful when the elevator stopped on Homicide level, Eve pushed her way through cops, did her best to make a hole for Mira and Peabody.
    “Everyone with balls on that car is going to check his own, first chance,” she said, and made Mira laugh.
    “I think that’s an accurate analysis.”
    When they turned into Homicide, Eve saw Detective Baxter start to stand up, as if he’d been watching for her. But he settled back again.
    “Hey, Dr. Mira. Looking good.”
    “As do you, Detective. Always.” Mira glanced toward the corner where they’d had the perfectly pathetic holiday tree. And where Eve, Baxter and nearly every cop currently in the room had come far too close to death on the last day of 2060.
    “I’ll miss your very eclectic and inclusive holiday decorations,” she said. “Maybe you can do something for Valentine’s Day.”
    “Not ever.” Eve said it definitely in case anybody got some weird ideas. “Peabody, start arranging the interviews. Dr. Mira, why