By the time she wrapped it up, she assumed Peabody had lost her sad, as her partner chair-danced to some internal beat. Sometime in the last fifteen minutes, she had applied a shiny coat of bright pink lip dye. “Stop jerking off and get your ass up.” “You bet!” Eve strode to the door, through it. Then, teeth gritted, went back to see Peabody standing at her desk, all smiles. “Jesus Christ, Peabody. With me.”
