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"Incident at Twenty-seven West Broadway, eighteenth floor. You're primary."

Eve lifted a brow. "I'm on Testing. Subject terminated at twenty-two thirty-
five."

"We have override," he said, without inflection. "Pick up your shield and weapon
on the way to the incident. Code Five, lieutenant."

"Yes, sir." His face flashed off even as she pushed back from the screen. Code
Five meant she would report directly to her commander, and there would be no
unsealed interdepartmental reports and no cooperation with the press.

In essence, it meant she was on her own.



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Broadway was noisy and crowded, a party where rowdy guests never left. Street,
pedestrian, and sky traffic were miserable, choking the air with bodies and
vehicles. In her old days in uniform she remembered it as a hot spot for wrecks
and crushed tourists who were too busy gaping at the show to get out of the way.

Even at this hour there was steam rising from the stationary and portable food
stands that offered everything from rice noodles to soydogs for the teeming
crowds. She had to swerve to avoid an eager merchant on his smoking Glida-Grill,
and took his flipped middle finger as a matter of course.

Eve double-parked and, skirting a man who smelled worse than his bottle of brew,
stepped onto the sidewalk. She scanned the building first, fifty floors of
gleaming metal that knifed into the sky from a hilt of concrete. She was
propositioned twice before she reached the door.

Since this five-block area of Broadway was affectionately termed Prostitute's
Walk, she wasn't surprised. She flashed her badge for the uniform guarding the
entrance.

"Lieutenant Dallas."

"Yes, sir." He skimmed his official compu-seal over the door to keep out the
curious, then led the way to the bank of elevators. "Eighteenth floor," he said
when the doors swished shut behind them.

"Fill me in, officer." Eve switched on her recorder and waited.

"I wasn't first on the scene, lieutenant. Whatever happened upstairs is being
kept upstairs. There's a badge inside waiting for you. We have a Homicide, and a
Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three."