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I'm not going to get it anytime soon either. Doughnuts in, camera out."
    To ensure obedience, and to prevent her men from rioting,. she snatched the bakery box herself before striding into the bull pen.
    Several heads lifted, noses sniffed the air. "Don't even think about it," Eve ordered and kept right on walking through choruses of protests and complaints.
    "There are three dozen in there," Nadine. told her as she followed Eve into her office. "You can't possibly eat them all."
    "I could, just to teach those greedy hogs a lesson. However, this is a lesson in discipline. and authority." She opened the box, sighed deep as she perused her choices, all glossy, all hers. "I'll let them think I'm keeping them all, and have my fill, then have them weeping with gratitude when I take out the leftovers to share."
    She plucked one out, brought up coffee on the AutoChef, then bit in. "Cream filled. Yum." Chewing, she checked her wrist unit, then counted back from ten as she crossed to the door.
    Peabody rushed to the doorway as Eve bit one.
    "Dallas! Hey! I was just---"
    Taking another enormous bite, Eve closed the door in her aide's sorrowful face.
    " That was really cold," Nadine commented and did what she could to- swallow the laugh.
    "Yeah, but fun."
    "Now that we've had our fun, I need an update on the Wooton murder, and a one-on-one. It would've been easier to set this up if you'd bothered to return any of my calls."
    Eve sat on the comer of the desk. "Can't do it, Nadine."
    "I need to verify if there was, as rumored, some sort of communication left at the crime scene, and the contents therein. Also what progress has or has not been made since-"
    "Nadine, I can't
    Undaunted, Nadine helped herself to coffee, sat in Eve's battered visitor's chair, crossed her legs: "'The public has a right to know, and I, as media representative, have a responsibility to-"
    "Save it. We can go. through the dance, but you've brought me these nice doughnuts and I don't want to waste your time." Giving Nadine a moment to stew, Eve licked sugar off her thumb. "I'm going to issue a press release, give a statement, and you'll have it along with the other media reps within the hour. But I can't give you a head start, or agree to a one-on-one. I need to pull back a little-"
    Nadine was finished stewing and ready to cut to the core. "What makes this case different? If there's to be some sort of media shutdown-"
    "Stop. Shift out of reporter mode for one goddamn minute. You're a friend of mine. I like you, and beyond that I think you do a ,good job, a responsible one.
    "Great, fine, and right back at you, but-"
    "I'm not shutting you out. The fact is, I'm treating you as I would any other media rep." Except, Eve thought, for the doughnut gorging; and private chat. "My tendency to show favoritism toward you is one of the reasons you were pulled into the Stevenson case last month." "That was "
    "Nadine." It was the quiet patience in Eve's tone-something rarely heard-that had Nadine subsiding again. "There were complaints. And there's speculation of the sort that could bring us both grief if I don't throttle back on the cop/ reporter relationship a bit. So I can't feed you this time. I need the rumbles to quiet down before I start to be known as Furst's pet, or you as mine. Enough reporters get together and start crying foul and favoritism, it's not going to be good for either of us."
    Nadine hissed through her teeth., She'd heard the complaints, and the speculation, and had already weathered some resentment among bar own rank and file. "You're right, and that's a pisser. Doesn't mean I won't hound you, Dallas."
    "Goes without saying." ' The battle light shone in her eyes again, and matched the sharp little smile. "Or bribe your men."
    "I like brownies, especially the ones with those chunks of chocolate in them."
    Nadine set the coffee down, got up. "Listen, if you need to leak something, give Quinton Post a try. He's young yet, but he's good, and the work