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her. He was nice. There has to be a mistake.”
    “Who else did she tell about him?”
    “Nobody. She wasn’t supposed to tell me, they’d made a promise to each other to keep it just the two of them, at least for a while. But she couldn’t, she was so happy she just wanted to talk to me, to tell me. I had to swear absolutely not to tell, not even Hilly or Libby. And I didn’t. I didn’t tell. He was so mag, she had to tell somebody. And we’re best friends. There has to be a mistake,” Jo insisted. “Please? There has to be a mistake.”
    There’d been one, Eve thought as they walked back to the car. And young Deena had made it. David from Georgia—and what bullshit that was—had played her right from the first meeting in the park. Shy, clumsy, sweet—with just that one shadow in his past. Irresistible to a girl like Deena.
    He’d created the boy of her dreams.
    But why?

4
    “WAS SHE A TARGET BEFORE HE SAW HER RUNNING in the park habitually, then set up the play,” Peabody wondered, “or before even that? I mean, specifically Deena MacMasters rather than just a teenage girl, maybe one with certain physical characteristics?”
    “It’s a good question.”
    “It seems like, if it was luck of the draw, he’d have backed off when he found out her father was a cop. Easier prey out there.”
    “Which may have been part of her appeal to him,” Eve said. “She’d make a challenge. He knew enough about her at the setup meeting. He’d already done or at least started research on her. He knew her father was a cop when he staged the meet—cute. Knew her tastes. Shy boy, awkward boy, gentle boy.”
    “Specifically her then.” Peabody frowned. “So why was it a good question?”
    “Because we can’t rule out the other option. I’m going to drop you off at the next pal’s, leave that one to you. I think Jo was being straight when she said nobody else knew about this guy—but we’ll cross the Ts. When you finish interviewing the friends, head down to Central. I’ll book a conference room. I want EDD to come in with a prelim report asap.
    “They went for walks,” Eve murmured, thinking of what Jo had said. “You can bet he didn’t walk with her in her own neighborhood. Nowhere they’d be likely to run into someone who knew her. To vids, where it’s dark. Keep it all a secret. It’s more romantic, and I’m ashamed of my minor transgression. I’m shy. A few weeks, Jo said. A long time to play out the string. Patient bastard.”
    “Young, if he’s really nineteen.”
    “Maybe he is, or maybe he knows how to look nineteen.” She swung to the curb. “We’ll run like crimes. I’ll start on that after I go by the morgue.”
    “Tell Morris . . . well, just tell him welcome back.” Peabody climbed out.
    Hell of a welcome, Eve thought, but bulled her way back into traffic. The barricades, the swarms of pedestrians trooping toward Fifth for the parade, the seas of entrepreneurs with carts and wheeled cases loaded with souvenirs jammed the streets and sidewalks.
    Within blocks her bulling slowed to inching. She narrowed her eyes at the throng of tourists and locals forming impenetrable walls—and thought if she saw one more person sporting a peace sign or waving a flower flag, she might just pull her weapon and give them one good zap.
    I’ve got your peace right here, she thought.
    She glanced at the time, blew out a breath, then used her dash ’link to contact Roarke.
    “Lieutenant. I take it this isn’t to let me know you’re on your way home.”
    “No. I’m fighting through freaking Peace Day mayhem. If these people want peace, why the hell don’t they stay home?”
    “Because they want to share goodwill with their fellow man?”
    “Bullshit. Because they want to get drunk and cop feels in the crowd.”
    “There is that. Where are you heading?”
    “The morgue. It’s a bad one.”
    “I’m sorry. Can you tell me?”
    “Sixteen-year-old daughter of a decorated cop, one who