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the girl. They’re expecting one boy, one girl. It was dark, so the fact they killed the wrong kid doesn’t necessarily mean they didn’t know the family personally. They were expecting to find one small blonde girl, and they did. Job’s done, and they walk out.”
    “No blood trail leading out of the house.”
    “Seal up in protective gear, strip it off when you’re done. No muss, no fuss. You get time of deaths?”
    “Oh two-fifteen on the housekeeper. Maybe three minutes later on Dad, Mom right after. Another minute or so for each kid. Whole deal took five, six minutes. Cold and clean.”
    “Not so clean. They left a witness. Kid’s messed up now, but I think we’ll get more out of her. She’s got a brain, and she’s got spine. Doesn’t scream when she sees her housekeeper get her throat cut.”
    She put herself into the child, imagined those few minutes when murder cut quietly through the house.
    “Terrified, she’s got to be terrified, but she doesn’t go running away so she can get caught and hacked up. She stays quiet, and she calls nine-one-one. Gutsy.”
    “What happens to her now?”
    “Safe house, sealed record, uniform guards, a rep from Child Protection.” The cold steps, the impersonal stages. The kid’s life, as she knew it, had ended at approximately two-fifteen. “We’ll need to see if she’s got other family, or if there’s legal guardianship. Later today, we’ll talk to her again, see what more we can squeeze out. I want this house sealed up like a biodome, and we’ll start running the adult vics.”
    “Dad was a lawyer—family law—Mom was a nutritionist. Private practice, run primarily out of an office space on the lower level. Those locks are still in place, and it doesn’t appear anything’s been disturbed in that area.”
    “We look at their work, their clients, their personals. This kind of hit, it’s pro, and it’s thorough. Maybe one or both of them—or the housekeeper—had a sideline that linked up with organized crime. Nutritionist, could be a front for Illegals. Keep the client thin and happy the easy way.”
    “There’s an easy way? A way that includes unlimited portions of pizza and no hideous stomach crunches?”
    “A little Funk, a little Go as part of your basic food groups.” Eve lifted a shoulder. “Maybe she screwed with her supplier. Maybe one of them had an affair with a wrong number that ended bad. You’re going to wipe out a whole family, you’ve got one hell of a motivation. We’ll see if the sweepers turn up something on scene. Meanwhile, I want to go through each room again myself. I didn’t get much of a . . .”
    She broke off when she heard the steady clip of shoes, and turned to see the social worker, sleepy-eyed but neat as a church, walk into the room. Newman, Eve remembered. CPS drone, and from the looks of her not too happy with the early call.
    “Lieutenant, the doctor has found no physical injuries. It would be best if we transported the minor subject now.”
    “Give me a few minutes to arrange security. My partner can go up, pack some things for her. I want to—”
    She broke off again. This time it wasn’t a steady clip of shoes, but running bare feet. Still wearing the bloodied nightshirt, Nixie ran in, and threw herself at Eve.
    “You said you wouldn’t leave.”
    “Hey, standing right here.”
    “Don’t let them take me. They said they were going to take me away. Don’t let them.”
    “You can’t stay here.” She pried Nixie’s fingers from her legs, crouched until they were eye-to-eye. “You know you can’t.”
    “Don’t let them take me. I don’t want to go with her. She’s not the police.”
    “I’m going to have police go with you, and stay with you.”
    “You have to. You have to.”
    “I can’t. I have to work. I have to do what’s right for your mom and dad, for your brother and your friend. For Inga.”
    “I won’t go with her. You can’t make me go with