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She hoped he stewed over it all day. The idea of marriage was daunting enough,
but a wedding -- clothes, flowers, music, people. It was horrifying.
She zipped downtown on Lex, braking hard and muttering curses at a sidewalk
vendor who encroached on the lane with his smoking glide cart. The traffic
violation was bad enough, but the scent of overcooked soydogs hit her nervous
stomach like lead.
The Rapid cab behind her broke the intercity noise pollution code by blasting
his horn and shouting curses through his speaker. A group, obviously tourists,
loaded down with palm cams, compumaps, and binoks gaped stupidly at the whizzing
traffic. Eve shook her head as a quick-fingered street thief elbowed through
them.
When they got back to their hotel, they were going to find themselves several
credits poorer. If she'd had the time and a place to pull over, she might have
given the thief a chase. But he was lost in the crowd and a block across town on
his air skates before she could blink.
That was New York, she thought with a faint smile. Take it at your own risk.
She loved the crowds, the noise, the constant frantic rush of it. You were
rarely alone, but never intimate. That's why she'd come here so many years ago.
No, she wasn't a social animal, but too much space and too much solitude made
her nervous.
She'd come to New York to be a cop, because she believed in order, needed it to
survive. Her miserable and abusive childhood with all its blank spaces and dark
corners couldn't be changed. But she had changed. She had taken control, had
made herself into the person some anonymous social worker had named Eve Dallas.
Now she was changing again. In a few weeks she wouldn't just be Eve Dallas,
lieutenant, homicide. She'd be Roarke's wife. How she would manage to be both
was more of a mystery to her than any case that had ever come across her desk.
Neither of them knew what it was to be family, to have family, to make a family.
They knew cruelty, abuse, abandonment. She wondered if that was why they had
come together. They both understood what it was to have nothing, to be nothing,
to know fear and hunger and despair -- and both had remade themselves.
Was it just mutual need that attracted them? Need for sex, for love, and the
melding of the two that she had never thought was possible before Roarke.
A question for Dr. Mira, she mused, thinking of the police psychiatrist she
often consulted.
But for now, Eve determined that she wasn't going to think about the future or
the past. The moment was complicated enough.
Three blocks from Greene Street, she seized her chance and squeezed into a
parking space. After searching through her pockets, she found the credit tokens
the aging meter demanded in its moronic and static jumbled tones and plugged in
enough for two hours.
If it took any more than that, she'd be ready for a tranq room and a parking
citation wouldn't bother her in the least.
Taking a deep breath, she scanned the area. She wasn't called this far downtown
often. Murders happened everywhere, but Soho was an arty bastion for the young
and struggling who more often debated their disagreements over tiny glasses of
cheap wine or cups of cafe noir.
Just now, Soho was full of summer. Flower vendors burst with roses, the classic