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Authors: J. D. Robb
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery Fiction, Police, Political, Police Procedural, New York (N.Y.), Policewomen, Police - New York (State) - New York, Dallas; Eve (Fictitious Character)
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out? No way some of this fits on the elevator."
"There's another lift to the roof. There." He gestured to the east wall. "Installed at his own expense. "It's triple the size of the standard freight elevator. There's a copter pad on the roof, and he has pieces and equipment airlifted."
She just looked at him. "Don't tell me you own this place."
"Partially." He spoke absently as he wandered, studying metal forms. "It's a conglomerate sort of thing."
"You know, it gets embarrassing after a point."
He lifted his eyebrows, all innocence. "Really? I can't imagine why."
"You wouldn't. Which reminds me." She shoved back her jacket sleeve and held out her arm so the bracelet glittered. "Take this thing, will you? I forgot I was wearing it when we headed out to the scene. Peabody keeps staring at it, and pretends she's not staring at it. It's freaking me out, and if I stuff it in my pocket or something, I'll probably lose it."
"You know," he began as she unclasped it, "people tend to wear jewelry so other people will notice it. Admire it, even covet it."
"Which is why people who hang baubles all over themselves end up getting mugged."
"That's a downside," he agreed and slipped the bracelet into his pocket. "But life's full of risks. I'll consider holding this for you my little way of saving some poor, foolish street thief from ending up with your boot stomped on his throat."
"Birds of a feather," she murmured and made him grin.
She went to work on the computer, with the same results she'd gotten from Bissel's home unit. "Why is an artist so damn careful and paranoid about his data?"
"Let me have a go at it, and let's find out."
She stepped back, did a walk through the studio to get a sense of Bissel's style, and to give those magic hands of Roarke's time to work.
There was a red-and-white bath off the main floor, complete with jet tub, drying tube, and the same sort of fancy towels Roarke favored. A bedroom had been set up as well. Small, she noted, but with all the comforts. Bissel had liked his comforts.
The gel mattress was thick and cushy, the cover slick and black and sexy. One wall was mirrored, and she thought of the entrance to his house, the master bed and bath.
Liked to look at himself, and to watch himself with women. Egoist, narcissist. Pampered and confident. There was a mini data and communication center near the bed, as blocked as the others.
Chewing it over, she moved to a narrow three-drawer chest and began riffling. Spare underwear, extra work clothes.
And ah, a locked bottom drawer. Roarke wasn't the only one who could handle such things, she thought as she pulled out a pocketknife.
She attacked the old-fashioned lock, hacking happily away, and gave a grunt of satisfaction as it gave. She jerked open the drawer. And even her cynical, seen-it-all-and-then-some eyes popped wide.
"Holy jumping Jesus."
She pawed through satin restraints, velvet whips, leather strap-ons, the connoisseur's collection of dildos. There were vials of the illegal substance known as Rabbit, a bag she identified as Zeus, another of Erotica. There were gel balls, butt plugs, blindfolds, numerous battery-operated toys and devices, cock and nipple rings of all description.
And more. A great deal more she wasn't entirely sure she could identify.
It appeared Bissel not only took his work seriously, but his games as well.
"The unit's not blocked, Lieutenant. It's..." Roarke trailed off as he stepped in and saw what Eve was examining. "Well, well, well, what have we here?"
"The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes."
He crouched beside her. "You couldn't have tried it out that quickly."
"Pervert. I turned it on to
"There's another lift to the roof. There." He gestured to the east wall. "Installed at his own expense. "It's triple the size of the standard freight elevator. There's a copter pad on the roof, and he has pieces and equipment airlifted."
She just looked at him. "Don't tell me you own this place."
"Partially." He spoke absently as he wandered, studying metal forms. "It's a conglomerate sort of thing."
"You know, it gets embarrassing after a point."
He lifted his eyebrows, all innocence. "Really? I can't imagine why."
"You wouldn't. Which reminds me." She shoved back her jacket sleeve and held out her arm so the bracelet glittered. "Take this thing, will you? I forgot I was wearing it when we headed out to the scene. Peabody keeps staring at it, and pretends she's not staring at it. It's freaking me out, and if I stuff it in my pocket or something, I'll probably lose it."
"You know," he began as she unclasped it, "people tend to wear jewelry so other people will notice it. Admire it, even covet it."
"Which is why people who hang baubles all over themselves end up getting mugged."
"That's a downside," he agreed and slipped the bracelet into his pocket. "But life's full of risks. I'll consider holding this for you my little way of saving some poor, foolish street thief from ending up with your boot stomped on his throat."
"Birds of a feather," she murmured and made him grin.
She went to work on the computer, with the same results she'd gotten from Bissel's home unit. "Why is an artist so damn careful and paranoid about his data?"
"Let me have a go at it, and let's find out."
She stepped back, did a walk through the studio to get a sense of Bissel's style, and to give those magic hands of Roarke's time to work.
There was a red-and-white bath off the main floor, complete with jet tub, drying tube, and the same sort of fancy towels Roarke favored. A bedroom had been set up as well. Small, she noted, but with all the comforts. Bissel had liked his comforts.
The gel mattress was thick and cushy, the cover slick and black and sexy. One wall was mirrored, and she thought of the entrance to his house, the master bed and bath.
Liked to look at himself, and to watch himself with women. Egoist, narcissist. Pampered and confident. There was a mini data and communication center near the bed, as blocked as the others.
Chewing it over, she moved to a narrow three-drawer chest and began riffling. Spare underwear, extra work clothes.
And ah, a locked bottom drawer. Roarke wasn't the only one who could handle such things, she thought as she pulled out a pocketknife.
She attacked the old-fashioned lock, hacking happily away, and gave a grunt of satisfaction as it gave. She jerked open the drawer. And even her cynical, seen-it-all-and-then-some eyes popped wide.
"Holy jumping Jesus."
She pawed through satin restraints, velvet whips, leather strap-ons, the connoisseur's collection of dildos. There were vials of the illegal substance known as Rabbit, a bag she identified as Zeus, another of Erotica. There were gel balls, butt plugs, blindfolds, numerous battery-operated toys and devices, cock and nipple rings of all description.
And more. A great deal more she wasn't entirely sure she could identify.
It appeared Bissel not only took his work seriously, but his games as well.
"The unit's not blocked, Lieutenant. It's..." Roarke trailed off as he stepped in and saw what Eve was examining. "Well, well, well, what have we here?"
"The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes."
He crouched beside her. "You couldn't have tried it out that quickly."
"Pervert. I turned it on to
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