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admin and escorted straight back into an office similar to Cara’s.
    Myra Lovitz sat behind a desk covered with files, discs, notes. She was into her early sixties, Eve judged, and had let her hair go stone gray in a way that suited her tough, sharp-angled face. She wore a suit—blue pinstriped and all business. She smiled sourly as Eve and Peabody came in.
    “Okay, what is this, a raid?”
    “We’re here concerning Bick Byson.”
    Even the sour smile faded. “Something happen to the boy? We’ve been trying to reach him all morning.”
    “He’s dead. He was murdered last night.”
    Her lips folded in, her hands fisted on the desk. “Goddamn city. Goddamn it. Mugged?”
    “No.”
    Eve let Peabody take point on this one, ask the questions, get the statements. It was nearly a replay of the first interview, but with Myra’s more acerbic style.
    “He’s a damn good kid. Smart, reliable. Knows how to schmooze the clients when they need it, how to be all biz when they want that. Good reader of people, you know? He and that sweet kid from accounts downstairs? Both of them? God, what a world.”
    “What were they working on?” Peabody asked her.
    “They? Bick and Natalie didn’t work on the same accounts. He did individuals, domestic, she did corporate, primarily foreign.”
    “How did he seem to you the last couple of weeks?”
    “A little jumpy, now that you mention it. Wedding coming up, and they just bought a place in Tribeca. Having it rehabbed, doing decorating, furniture shopping. Man’s bound to be jumpy.”
    “He didn’t mention any concerns to you?”
    “No.” Her eyes sharpened. “This wasn’t just some random killing, was it? Are you telling me someone deliberately murdered those two kids?”
    “No, ma’am,” Eve interrupted. “We’re not telling you anything just now.”
    After starting the ball rolling on the warrant, Eve wanted only one thing. To get back to Central, and from there do both her written and oral reports, write up her timeline, start her murder board.
    But Peabody would not be denied.
    “You put it off, you’ll be sorry, and you’ll have to shop by yourself for baby stuff.”
    “I’m not shopping, with or without you. I’m just going to buy something. And it better not take over ten minutes.”
    “Then we can get food, right?”
    “It’s always something with you. There probably won’t be anywhere to park. I should just get something online. You can just tell me what I should get and I’ll get it. Isn’t that enough?”
    “No.”
    “Bitch.”
    “You’ll thank me when Mavis gets all soft and gooey.”
    “I don’t like soft and gooey unless it comes in chocolate.”
    “Speaking of chocolate, what kind of cake are we having for the shower?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Sincerely shocked, Peabody jerked around in her seat. “You didn’t get cake ?”
    “I don’t know. Probably.” Because the idea of the shower, what she had to do, hadn’t done, should do, made her stomach jitter, Eve squirmed. “Look, I called the caterer, okay? I did it myself. I didn’t dump it on Roarke, I didn’t ask—God forbid—Summerset to handle it.”
    “Well, what did you ask for? What’s the theme?”
    The jitters escalated into a roiling. “What do you mean, theme?”
    “You don’t have a theme ? How can you have a baby shower without a theme?”
    “Jesus Christ, I need a theme? I don’t even know what that means. I called the caterer. I did my job. I told her it was a baby shower. I told her how many people, more or less. I told her when and where. She started asking me all kinds of questions, which gives me a fucking headache, and I told her not to ask me all kinds of questions or she was fired. Just to do whatever needed doing. Why isn’t that enough?”
    Peabody’s sigh was long and heartfelt. “Give me the caterer’s info, and I’ll check in with her. Does she do the decorations, too?”
    “Oh, my God. I need decorations?”
    “I’m going to help you,