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Nobody looked at her. Nobody knew how special she was. How immortal she was about to become. It would happen, everything as it was meant to happen, in this house of law and order.
She took the elevator down, edging back into the corner out of habit. A woman in a red dress talked to a stocky uniformed cop about their plans for the big night.
She had plans, too. She wouldn’t spend New Year’s Eve alone, not this time. Not this last time.
She got off, instinctively hunching her shoulders to make herself smaller as she squeezed between passengers. Then she remembered why she was here, straightened, drew her shoulders back proudly.
She walked into the nearest restroom, checked all the stalls, then pulled off the wig—Charis’s color—shoved it and the contacts into the recycler.
For a moment, she studied herself, saw Eve.
But not yet, she reminded herself. She pulled on a black cap that hid the hair—enough of it—rearranged her scarf.
Then picked up the box again, almost forgetting her own name as she carried the box to Evidence.
She knew the cop on duty, but she’d prepared for that. He was old enough to be her father, friendlier than most. He smiled at her from behind his protective screen.
“How’s it going?”
“Oh, well.” Cameras on her now, cameras recording. But it wouldn’t matter. “I’ve got this to bring in, and I’m supposed to pick up the Dobey boxes. Ah . . . I’ve got the order here.”
She held up the order she’d meticulously forged, nudged it into the scanner. Then swiped the ID.
“Order’s verified. You got the wrong ID swipe—it’s Lottie, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I don’t know what you . . .” She turned the ID over, stared at it as if in shock.
She’d practiced.
“Oh no! I have Charis’s. She must have mine. We were in the locker room just before I left. She must have picked mine up by mistake.”
She lifted her face, looked into his eyes. “This is terrible. She’s gone for the day. She took personal time to get this party put together. What should I do? I’m supposed to take the Dobey boxes in for reprocessing.”
“No problem. Order’s verified, and I know you, so we’ll pass it through. Make sure you get in touch with Charis, and asap, get it straightened out.”
“Oh, thank you! I will.”
The locks buzzed, the glass door slid open. She let herself be Lottie—if she had mixed up IDs she’d have been flustered, upset. Mistakes were so awful. Mistakes were so upsetting. So she fumbled with the box, dropped the ID.
He was a nice man, as men went. She was sorry to hurt him.
When he bent to pick up the ID, she lowered as well. And drawing the stunner, dropped him.
“I won’t kill you,” she told him. “I could. It would be easy. I want to. It feels good to know I could. But I won’t. You’ll tell them how smart I was, how smooth. How I got in so easy. I want people to know. It’s time I got some credit.”
She restrained him, gagged him, set her wrist unit to alert her in thirty minutes. She’d give him another jolt, keep him out until she was finished and gone.
For now, she secured the doors, shut down the lights on the desk.
Evidence might come in, but it would be put in Holding until the lockers opened up again.
She knew how it worked.
She took the box, used the ID to access the next set of doors.
More cameras, of course, but the person monitoring them was currently unconscious.
So many things, she thought, scanning the long, high shelves. So much evidence of crime. And too many would go cold and dusty, with justice never served.
