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on, and a friendly, indulgent face that could only be a droid’s beamed smiles.
    “Good afternoon. Welcome to Paradise. Your beauty needs and your comfort are our only priorities. Would you like some refreshment while you wait for your personal consultant?”
    “Sure. Coffee, black, coffee.”
    “Of course. What sort would you prefer? Press C on your keyboard for the list of choices.”
    Smothering a chuckle, Eve followed instructions. She spent the next two minutes pondering over her options, then narrowed it down to French Riviera or Caribbean Cream.
    The door opened again before she could decide. Resigned, she rose and faced an elaborately dressed scarecrow.
    Over his fuchsia shirt and plum colored slacks, he wore an open, trailing smock of Paradise red. His hair, flowing back from a painfully thin face echoed the hue of his slacks. He offered Eve a hand, squeezed gently, and stared at her out of soft doe eyes.
    “I’m terribly sorry, officer. I’m baffled.”
    “I want information on Sharon DeBlass.” Again, Eve took out her badge and offered it for inspection.
    “Yes, ah, Lieutenant Dallas. That was my understanding. You must know, of course, our client data is strictly confidential. Paradise has a reputation for discretion as well as excellence.”
    “And you must know, of course, that I can get a warrant, Mr. — ?”
    “Oh, Sebastian. Simply Sebastian.” He waved a thin hand, sparkling with rings. “I’m not questioning your authority, lieutenant. But if you could assist me, your motives for the inquiry?”
    “I’m inquiring into the motives for the murder of DeBlass.” She waited a beat, judged the shock that shot into his eyes and drained his face of color. “Other than that, my data is strictly confidential.”
    “Murder. My dear God, our lovely Sharon is dead? There must be a mistake.” He all but slid into a chair, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. When the monitor offered him refreshment, he waved a hand again. Light shot from his jeweled fingers. “God, yes. I need a brandy, darling. A snifter of Trevalli.”
    Eve sat beside him, took out her recorder. “Tell me about Sharon.”
    “A marvelous creature. Physically stunning, of course, but it went deeper.” His brandy came into the room on a silent automated cart. Sebastian plucked the snifter and took one deep swallow. “She had flawless taste, a generous heart, rapier wit.”
    He turned the doe eyes on Eve again. “I saw her only two days ago.”
    “Professionally?”
    “She had a standing weekly appointment, half day. Every other week was a full day.” He whipped out a butter yellow scarf and dabbed at his eyes. “Sharon took care of herself, believed strongly in the presentation of self.”
    “It would be an asset in her line of work.”
    “Naturally. She only worked to amuse herself. Money wasn’t a particular need, with her family background. She enjoyed sex.”
    “With you?”
    His artistic face winced, the rosy lips pursing in what could have been a pout or pain. “I was her consultant, her confidant, and her friend,” Sebastian said stiffly and draped the scarf with casual flare over his left shoulder. “It would have been indiscreet and unprofessional for us to become sexual partners.”
    “So you weren’t attracted to her, sexually?”
    “It was impossible for anyone not to be attracted to her sexually. She…” He gestured grandly. “Exuded sex as others might exude an expensive perfume. My God.” He took another shaky sip of brandy. “It’s all past tense. I can’t believe it. Dead. Murdered.” His gaze shot back to Eve. “You said murdered.”
    “That’s right.”
    “That neighborhood she lived in,” he said grimly. “No one could talk to her about moving to a more acceptable location. She enjoyed living on the edge and flaunting it all under her family’s aristocratic noses.”
    “She and her family were at odds?”
    “Oh definitely. She enjoyed shocking them. She was such a free