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hacked in and tidied up her data, the same way he’d taken care of his own once upon a time.
     
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    He’d protected her.
    Because it was harder to accept than she’d imagined, Eve ended the search. She already knew more than she wanted to know.
    She dove into work, reading Peabody’s report, the case notes. She started runs on staff members as she set up a murder board. And was foolishly pleased when Galahad padded in to leap up and stretch out on her sleep chair.
    “What we have here,” she told him, and picked up her coffee, “is your Average Joe. No big highs, no deep lows. Cruising along with his average life without, apparently, getting in anyone’s way. Then one day he gulps down his homemade hot chocolate during his working lunch and dies a very nasty death.
    “So who was that pissed off at Average Joe? What was there to gain by his death? Look at his financials. Living within his means, such as they were. Death insurance, sure, but not major. No holdings, no real estate, no fancy artwork. Financial gain is way down on our list here.”
    She eased a hip on the edge of her desk, studied the data on her wall screen as she drank her coffee. “And here’s Mirri Hallywell. You could call her an Average Jane. Worked with the vic, hung out with him, had little study sessions with him, and so on. Just friends, though. Now, in your opinion: can two attractive people of the opposite sex, in the same age group, with the same interests who enjoy each other’s company, spend time together and remain only friends? Or will sex, as sex is prone to do, rear its ugly head?”
    She glanced toward the adjoining office, annoyed that her line of thinking had circled back around to Roarke and his former playmate.
    “It’s possible, sure it’s possible. No sexual spark, maybe. Or the platonic thing is just the level the relationship reaches. Hallywell, however, did have opportunity. As did, naturally, the vic’s wife. Could be the ugly end of an ugly triangle. Just that simple.”
    But it didn’tfeel like that.
    “Want the guy, kill the wife. That’s what I’d do. There’s the old ‘If I can’t have you no one will’ gambit, but why now?”
    She went back to her notes, to the interviews. No one she’d spoken with had mentioned any sort of upset, argument, controversy, or scandal involving the victim.
    “Average Joe,” she repeated, looking back at the now snoring cat. “Mr. Clean Machine.”
    “If you’re talking to Galahad, you’re wasting your time,” Roarke pointed out.
    “He’s taking it into his subconscious.”
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    “The only thing in his subconscious is a yearning for salmon. How’s it going for you?”
    “Circles and dies on me. No motive, no suspects. He’s just not the type to buy it this way.
    In a mugging, sure. Some random act, absolutely. Everybody’s the type for that. But someone he knew planned this out, set this up, executed it. And no one who knew him has a reason, that I can find, to want him dead.”
    Roarke wandered in to take a look at the ID picture of the victim she had on her wall screen. “He wouldn’t be the first to have some secret life tucked under the average.”
    “No, and I’m going to keep digging at the surface. Could’ve been banging that one.” Eve lifted her chin toward the wall screen as she brought Mirri Hallywell up.
    “Pretty.”
    “Yeah, the wife’s prettier. And according to the retired cop who lives below their apartment, the newlyweds were nailing each other every five minutes, so affair seems superfluous. Still, guys never get tired of sex.”
    Roarke patted her ass. “Indeed we don’t.”
    She split-screened Mirri and Lissette. Opposite types, physically, she thought. “For some, sex is ice cream, and they want a nice variety.”
    Roarke only smiled. “I’ve settled on my single flavor.”
    “Yeah, but you worked your way through the menu a few times first. Foster was young,”
    she continued when Roarke laughed. “Hadn’t had a lot