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had been made, wrapped and bagged, Roarke took a step toward the counter. He needn’t have bothered, as she stepped out of the back room with an awareness in her dark eyes that told him she’d sensed him—or in the more pedestrian method, had seen him on a security screen.
    “Welcome back.”
    “Isis.” He took the hand she offered, held it—and yes, felt that frisson of something. Some connection.
    “You’re not here to shop,” she said in her warm, throaty voice, “which is too bad considering the depths of your pockets. Come upstairs, we’ll be comfortable and you can tell me what you need to know.”
    She led the way, through the back, up the stairs. She moved gracefully, athletically, an Amazon goddess of considerable height and generous curves. Her flaming hair fell in mad curls nearly to the waist of the snug white top she wore, just teasing the back of the first of the many layers of her skirt, a rainbow of hues. She turned at the door, smiled at him out of those onyx eyes. Her face was bold, broad featured with skin of a dull, dreamy gold.
    “Once, in another life, we sought comfort together for more than talk.” Her smile faded. “But now it’s death, again it’s death that brings you here. And weighs on you. I’m sorry.”
    She stepped into the living area of an apartment as exotic and appealing as her shop. “Your Eve is well?”
    “Yes. Chas?”
    She let out a laugh. “Snuck down to the deli for coffee,” she said, referring to her lover. “We pretend he’s having a walk. But you can’t live with and love another and not know at least some of their secrets.”
    He stared into her dark eyes, so compelling—so eerily familiar. “Did I know yours, once upon a time?”
    She gestured to a chair, took her own. “We knew each other, and loved very well. But I was not your love, your only. You found her then, as you’ve found her again. And always will. You knew when you first saw her. At the first scent, the first touch.”
    “I did. It was . . .” He smiled a little, remembering his first contact with Eve. “Annoying.”
    “Does she know you’ve come?”
    “No. We don’t always follow the same lines, even though we usually end in the same place. I don’t know if you can help, or if I have a right to bring death to your door.”
    “Not ordinary death.” Isis took a long, slow breath. “Has someone used the arts to cause harm?”
    “I don’t know. They have, at least, used the illusion of them to kill an innocent woman. You haven’t heard of this?”
    “We’ve only just opened this morning, and I don’t listen to the media reports.” Rings glittered and gleamed on her fingers as she laid her hands on the arms of her chair, settled back. “What would I have heard?”
    He told her then, watched her lovely skin pale, her eyes go darker yet. “Do you know of them? The Asant Group?”
    “No, and I would have.” Her fingers stroked the smooth blue stone of the pendant she wore, as if for comfort. “I hear both the dark and the light. Suite 606. Or 666 with such little change. You didn’t know this girl?”
    “No.”
    “You brought nothing of hers, nothing she owned, wore, touched?”
    “I’m sorry, no.”
    Still pale, Isis nodded. “Then to help you, you need to take me there. To where they sacrificed her.”
     
    Eve shot over to the West Side Clinic. “They had to troll for the victim here. Scoop up the new doctor, connect with Mika. Somebody on staff, a patient, one of the goddamn cleaning crew.”
    “Do you really think Pike or Mika might try to kill themselves like Trosky?”
    “Mira’s notified. It won’t happen. It’s not even noon,” Eve replied.
    “Sure could use lunch though.”
    “Maybe he did slip out on them, or came to sooner than they figured. Walked into the party. Impromptu party, Maxia just planned it the day before. Couldn’t know he’d walk right in to another penthouse. Couldn’t know a cop and the owner of the hotel would be right there,