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apartment, this one ran to deep, cushy chairs in leather and thick carpets.
    "Ah..." Obviously amused, Charles glanced behind him, where a door was discreetly closed at the end of a short hallway. "Privacy and confidentiality are, you understand, vital to my profession. My client is apt to be disconcerted if she discovers the police on my doorstep."
    "No problem. Got a kitchen?"
    He let out a weighty sigh. "Sure. Right through that doorway. Make yourself at home. I won't be long."
    "Take your time." Eve strolled off to the kitchen. In contrast to the elaborate living area, this was spartan. It seemed Charles spent little time eating in. Still, he had a full-size friggie unit rather than a cold cell, and she found the treasure of a Pepsi chilling. Satisfied for the moment, she sat down to enjoy it while Charles finished off his three o'clock.
    Soon enough, she heard the murmur of voices, a man's, a woman's, a light laugh. Moments later, he came in, the same easy smile on his face.
    "Sorry to keep you waiting."
    "No problem. Are you expecting anyone else?"
    "Not until later this evening." He took out a Pepsi for himself, broke the freshness seal from the tube, and poured it into a tall glass. He rolled the tube into a ball and popped it into the recycler. "Dinner, the opera, and a romantic rendezvous."
    "You like that stuff? Opera?" she asked when he flashed a grin.
    "Hate it. Can you think of anything more tedious than some big-chested woman screaming in German half the night?"
    Eve thought it over. "Nope."
    "But there you are. Tastes vary." His smile faded as he joined her at the little nook under the kitchen window. "I heard about Sharon on the news this morning. I've been expecting someone to come by. It's horrible. I can't believe she's dead."
    "You knew her well?"
    "We've been neighbors more than three years -- and occasionally we worked together. Now and again, one of our clients would request a trio, and we'd share the business."
    "And when it wasn't business, did you still share?"
    "She was a beautiful woman, and she found me attractive." He moved his silk-clad shoulders, his eyes shifting to the tinted glass of the window as a tourist tram streamed by. "If one of us was in the mood for a busman's holiday, the other usually obliged." He smiled again. "That was rare. Like working in a candy store, after a while you lose your taste for chocolate. She was a friend, lieutenant. And I was very fond of her."
    "Can you tell me where you were the night of her death between midnight and three A. M. ?"
    His brows shot up. If it hadn't just occurred to him that he could be considered a suspect, he was an excellent actor. Then again, Eve thought, people in his line of work had to be.
    "I was with a client, here. She stayed overnight."
    "Is that usual?"
    "This client prefers that arrangement. Lieutenant, I'll give you her name if absolutely necessary, but I'd prefer not to. At least until I've explained the circumstances to her."
    "It's murder, Mr. Monroe, so it's necessary. What time did you bring your client here?"
    "About ten. We had dinner at Miranda's, the sky cafe above Sixth."
    "Ten." Eve nodded, and saw the moment he remembered.
    "The security camera in the elevator." His smile was all charm again. "It's an antiquated law. I suppose you could bust me, but it's hardly worth your time."
    "Any sexual act in a secured area is a misdemeanor, Mr. Monroe."
    "Charles, please."
    "It's a nitpick, Charles, but they could suspend your license for six months. Give me her name, and we'll clear it up as quietly as possible."
    "You're going to lose me one of my best clients," he muttered. "Darleen Howe. I'll get you the address." He rose to get his electronic datebook, then read off the information.
    "Thanks. Did Sharon talk about her clients with you?"
    "We were friends," he said wearily. "Yeah, we talked shop, though it's not strictly ethical. She had some funny stories. I'm more conventional in style. Sharon was... open to the unusual.