Immortal in Death (19 page)

He made a sound caught between a groan and an oath when she pulled away. She rose quickly, delighted to find herself shaky on her feet, her body heavy with need. She didn’t have to tell him it had never been — she had never been like this with anyone but him. He knew it already. Just as she had come to know that he found more with her, somehow with her, than with anyone else.

She stood over him, no longer trying to level her breathing, no longer shocked by the shudders that coursed through her. She toed off her shoes, unhooked her trousers, let them fall away.

Heat swamped her as his eyes skimmed up, then down, then up again to her face. She’d never thought much about her body. It was a cop’s body, and had to be strong, resilient, flexible. With Roarke she’d discovered how wonderful those aspects could be for a woman. Trembling a little, she planted a knee on either side of him, then leaned forward to lose herself in the giddy pleasure of mouth on mouth.

“I’m still in charge,” she whispered as she rose up.

With his eyes burning into hers, he smiled. “Do your worst.”

She lowered herself to him, took him into her slowly, torturously. And when he was deep, when her body went rigid, bowed back, she let out a shuddering sob as the first glorious orgasm rippled through her. Greedy, she lunged forward again, gripped his hands with hers, and began to ride.

Explosions burst in her head, in her blood. Behind her closed eyes, riotous colors danced, and there was nothing inside her but Roarke and a desperate need for more of him — still more of him. Climax slammed into climax, slapping her up before she was able to float down again. The grinding ache in her was met, then built again until at last her body slid limply down to his. She buried her face against his throat and waited for sanity to return.

“Eve?”

“Huh?”

“My turn.”

She blinked groggily as he rolled her onto her back. It took her a second to realize he was still hard inside her. “I thought you’d — we’d — “

“You had,” he murmured. He watched fresh, stunning pleasure flicker over her face as he moved inside her. “Now you just have to take it.”

She started to laugh, but it ended on a moan. “We’ll kill each other if we keep this up.”

“I’ll risk it. No, don’t close your eyes. See me.” He watched those eyes glaze as he quickened the pace, heard her strangled cry as he drove himself deeper, deeper inside her.

Then they were both bucking, plunging, her hands grappling for purchase, his hips thrusting harder. Her eyes went blank and wild. He covered her mouth ruthlessly with his and swallowed her scream.

They were tangled together, like two boxers down for the count and gasping for air. He’d slid slightly down her body, and found that though her breast was handy to his lips, he didn’t have the energy to take advantage of it.

“I can’t feel my toes,” she realized. “Or my fingers. I think I broke something.”

It occurred to him that he was probably cutting off most of her air and her circulation. With an effort, he reversed their positions. “Better?”

She took a long, wheezing gulp of air. “I think.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

He tipped her head up and studied her foolish, blank-eyed grin. “Never mind. You finished with me yet?”

“For the moment.”

“Thank God.” He dropped back down and concentrated on breathing.

“Jesus, we’re a mess.”

“Nothing like sticky, sweaty sex to remind you you’re human. Come on.”

“Come on where?”

“Darling.” He skimmed a kiss over her damp shoulder. “You need a shower.”

“I’m just going to sleep here for the next couple of days.” She curled up, yawned. “You go ahead.”

He shook his head. Gathering his strength, he shoved her aside, got to his feet. After a deep breath, he reached down and hauled her up over his shoulder. “Oh sure, take advantage of a dead woman.”

“Dead weight,” he muttered and crossed the gym to the changing area. He shifted her more securely, then stepped onto the tile. With a wicked grin, he turned around so that her face would encounter the full force of one of the crisscrossing sprays. “Sixty-three degrees, maximum spray.”

“Sixty — ” It was all she had time for. The rest of her words were lost in screams and curses that echoed off the shining tiles.

She wasn’t dead weight now, but a wriggling, wet, desperate woman. He clamped down hard, roaring with laughter as she sputtered and swore at him.

“Ninety-two,” she shouted. “Ninety fucking two degrees. Now.”

When the spray pumped hot, she managed to catch her breath. “I’ll kill you, Roarke. The minute I thaw out.”

“It’s good for you.” He set her carefully on her feet and offered her the soap. “Clean up, Lieutenant. I’m starving.”

So was she. “I’ll kill you later,” she decided. “After I eat.”

Within the hour, she was showered, satisfied, dressed, and attacking a two-inch sirloin. “You know, I’m only marrying you for sex and food.”

He sipped a deep red wine and watched her plow through the meal. “Of course.”

She nipped into a shoestring fry. “And because you have a beautiful face.”

Unruffled, he only grinned. “That’s what they all say.”

Those weren’t the reasons, but good sex, good food, and a beautiful face could certainly mellow a mood. She smiled at him. “How’s Mavis?”

He’d been waiting for her to ask, but he had known she’d needed to get something out of her system first. “She’s fine. She and Leonardo are having a kind of reunion in her suite tonight. You can talk to them in the morning.”

Eve looked down at her plate as she cut into the steak again. “What do you think of him?”

“I think he’s desperately, almost pathetically in love with our Mavis. And since I have some experience with that emotion, I have sympathy for his situation.”

“We can’t verify his movements on the night of the murder.” She picked up her wine. “He had motive, he had means, and very likely opportunity. There’s no physical evidence linking him to the crime, but the crime took place in his apartment, and the weapon was his.”

“So you see him killing Pandora, then setting the scene so that Mavis takes the blame?”

“No.” She set her wine down again. “It would just be easier if I could.” Eve tapped her fingers on the table, then picked up her glass again. “Do you know Jerry Fitzgerald?”

“Yes. We’re acquainted.” He waited a beat. “No, I’ve never slept with her.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Just simplifying.”

She shrugged and took another sip. “My impressions are smart, ambitious, clever, and tough.”

“Your impressions are usually accurate. I wouldn’t argue with them.”

“I don’t know a lot about the modeling game, but I’ve been doing some research. At Fitzgerald’s level, it’s pretty high stakes. Money, prestige, media. Having top bill on a show that’s being anticipated as much as Leonardo’s is worth big credits, full-blown coverage. She’ll step right into Pandora’s shoes on it now.”

“If his designs click, it could be worth a considerable amount to be the top endorser,” Roarke agreed. “But it’s still speculative.”

“She’s involved with Justin Young, and she admitted that Pandora was trying to lure him back.”

Roarke considered. “Difficult for me to imagine Jerry Fitzgerald going into a murderous rage over a man.”

“She’d more likely have one over a stylist,” Eve admitted, “but there’s more.”

Briefly, she told him of the connection between Boomer’s data and death and the new blend found in Pandora’s system. “We can’t find her cache. Someone else went after it, and knew where to look.”

“Jerry’s come out publicly against illegals. Of course, that’s publicly,” Roarke added. “And you’re dealing with profit here, not partying.”

“That’s my theory. A new blend like this, quickly addictive, potent, has the potential for a great deal of profit. The fact that it’s eventually lethal won’t stop its distribution or its use.”

She pushed her half-eaten steak aside, a gesture that had Roarke frowning. When she didn’t eat, she was worried. “It seems to me like you have a lead you can get your teeth into, Eve. A lead that steers far wide of Mavis.”

“Yeah.” Restless, she rose. “A lead that doesn’t point to anyone else. Fitzgerald and Young alibi each other. The security discs confirm their whereabouts at the time of death. Unless, of course, one or both of them got around security. Redford doesn’t have an alibi, or doesn’t have one without big holes, but I can’t tie him. Yet.”

That she wanted to seemed very clear to Roarke. “What were your impressions?”

“Callous, ruthless, self-interested.”

“You didn’t like him.”

“No, I didn’t. He was slick, smug, confident he could handle some city cop without straining his brain cells. And he volunteered information, just like Young and Fitzgerald did. I don’t trust volunteers.”

The way the mind of a cop worked was a marvel, he mused. “You’d trust him more if you’d had to pry information out of him.”

“Sure.” It was one of the basic rules, for her. “He was anxious to feed me Pandora’s drug use. So was Fitzgerald. And all three of them were almost happy to tell me they didn’t like her.”

“I don’t suppose you’d consider they were simply being honest.”

“When people are that open, especially to a cop, there’s usually another layer underneath. I’m going to do some more digging on them.” She circled back, sat again. “Then there’s the Illegals cop I’m butting heads with.”

“Casto.”

“Yeah. He wants the cases, took it well enough when he lost the stab, but it’s not going to be share and share alike with him. He wants a captaincy.”

“And you don’t?”

Her gaze shifted coolly to his. “When I’ve earned it.”

“And, of course, you’ll be sharing and sharing alike cheerfully with Casto in the meantime.”

Her lips curved. “Shut up, Roarke. The point is, I have to link Boomer’s death with Pandora’s solidly. I have to find the person or persons who connect them, who knew them both. Until I do, Mavis is facing a murder trial.”

“As I see it, you have two avenues to explore.”

“Which are?”

“The glittery road to haute couture and the gritty road to the streets.” He took out a cigarette, lighted it. “Where did you say Pandora had been before she got back on planet?”

“Starlight Station.”

“I have some interests there.”

“What a surprise,” she said dryly.

“I’ll ask a few questions. The people in the circle Pandora exploited don’t respond terribly well to badges.”

“If I don’t get the right answers, I may have to go there myself.”

Something in her tone alerted him. “Problem?”

“No, no problem.”

“Eve.”

She pushed away from the table again. “I’ve never been off planet.”

Bemused, he stared. “Never? As in never?”

“Not everybody just goes popping off into orbit whenever they get an itch. There’s plenty to keep most of us busy right here.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he said, reading her perfectly. “Space travel is safer than driving in the city.”

“Bullshit,” she said under her breath. “I didn’t say I was afraid. If I have to do it, I’ll do it. I’d just rather not, that’s all. The closer I’m able to keep this to home, the faster I’ll have Mavis out of it.”

“Umm-hmm.” Interesting, he thought, to discover his stalwart lieutenant had a phobia. “Why don’t we see what I can find out for you?”

“You’re a civilian.”

“Unofficially, of course.”

She looked back at him, saw amused understanding, and sighed. “Fine. I don’t suppose you’ve got an off planet flora expert you can lend me while you’re at it.”

Roarke picked up his wine again, smiled. “As a matter of fact…”

The case was going in too many directions at once, Eve decided. The best course was the most familiar. She took to the streets. And she took to them alone.

She’d left Peabody with a pile of data to check, buzzed Feeney for an update, but she headed out solo.

She didn’t want to make small talk, didn’t want anyone looking too closely. She’d had a bad night and was well aware it showed.

The nightmare had been one of the worst so far. It had squeezed her by the throat, battered her awake in a sweaty, whimpering mess. Her only relief had been that dawn had been breaking when it had reached its peak. And she’d been alone in bed with Roarke already up and in the shower.

If he’d heard her or seen her, she’d never have gotten past him. Perhaps it had been misplaced pride, but she’d used every tactic at her disposal to avoid him, then had left him a quick memo before slipping out of the house.

She’d avoided Mavis and Leonardo as well, and had only run into Summerset long enough to have been granted one of his freezing looks.

She’d turned away from that and had walked out. There was a sick knowledge inside her that she was turning away from a great deal more.