In Death 04 - Rapture in Death

thing."
    "I know," Roarke said equably. "That's why it's irresistible."
    "I've spent half my life on one sort of transport or another since I met you," Eve grumbled as she settled into her seat in Roarke's private Jet Star.
    "Still cranky," he observed, and signaled the flight attendant. "My wife needs another dose of coffee, and I'll join her."
    "Right away, sir." She slipped into the galley with silent efficiency.
    "You really get a bang out of saying that, don't you? My wife."
    "I do, yes." Roarke tipped her face up with a fingertip and kissed the shallow dent in her chin. "You didn't sleep enough," he murmured, rubbing his thumb under her eye. "You so rarely turn off that busy brain of yours." He flicked a glance up at the flight attendant as she set steaming coffee on the table in front of them. "Thank you, Karen. We'll take off as soon as Officer Peabody arrives."
    "I'll inform the pilot, sir. Enjoy your flight."
    "You don't really have to go to East Washington, do you?"
    "I could have handled it from New York." He shrugged, lifted his coffee. "Personal attention always has more impact. And I have the added benefit of watching you work."
    "I don't want you involved in this."
    "You never do." He lifted her cup, handed it to her with an easy smile. "However, Lieutenant, I'm involved with you, and therefore you can't shut me out."
    "You mean you won't be shut out."
    "Precisely. Ah, here's the redoubtable Peabody now."
    She came aboard pressed and polished, but spoiling the effect with her jaw hanging open as she swiveled her head right and left in an attempt to see everything at once.
    The cabin was as plush and sumptuous as a five-star hotel, with deep, cushy seats and gleaming tables, the glint of crystal holding flowers so fresh they gleamed with dew.
    "Stop gaping, Peabody, you look like a trout."
    "Nearly finished, Lieutenant."
    "Don't mind her, Peabody, she woke up surly." Roarke rose, disconcerting Peabody until she realized he was offering her a seat. "Would you care for coffee?"
    "Well, ah, sure. Thanks."
    "I'll fetch it and leave you two to discuss your work."
    "Dallas, this is... ultra."
    "It's just Roarke," Eve muttered into her coffee.
    "Yeah, like I said. Ultra."
    Eve glanced up as he came in with more coffee. Dark and gorgeous and just a bit wicked, she thought. Yeah, she supposed, ultra was the word all right. "Well, strap in, Peabody, and enjoy the ride."
    The takeoff was smooth, and the trip was short, providing Peabody with just enough time to fill Eve in on the details. They were to report to the office of the Chief of Security for Government Employees. All data would be viewed in house, and nothing could be transferred or transported.
    "Fucking politics," Eve complained as they jumped into a cab. "Who are they protecting, for Christ's sake? The man's dead."
    "Standard CYA procedure. And there are always plenty of asses to cover in East Washington."
    "Fat asses." Eve eyed Peabody consideringly. "Been to East Washington before?"
    "Once, when I was a kid." Peabody moved her shoulders. "With my family. The Free-Agers staged a silent protest against artificial insemination of cattle."
    Eve didn't bother to muffle a snort. "You're full of surprises, Peabody. Since you haven't been here in a while, you may want to take in the scenery. Check out the memorials." She gestured as they whizzed by the Lincoln Memorial and its throng of tourists and street hawkers.
    "I've seen plenty of videos," Peabody began, but Eve lifted her brows.
    "Check out the scenery, Peabody. Consider it an order."
    "Sir." With what on another face might have been considered a pout, Peabody turned her head.
    Eve nipped a card recorder out of her bag and tucked it under her shirt. She doubted security was so tight it would involve X rays or a strip search. And if it did, she'd simply claim she always carried her spare on her person. Eve flipped a glance at the driver, but the droid had her eyes bland and on the road.
    "Not a bad town for sightseeing," Eve commented as they veered onto the vehicle bypass of the White House where the old mansion could just be seen through reinforced gates and steel bunkers.
    Peabody swiveled her head, looked dead into Eve's eyes. "You can trust me, Lieutenant. I thought you knew that."
    "It's not a matter of trust." Because she heard the hurt in Peabody's voice, Eve spoke gently. "It's a matter of not being willing to put anyone's ass but my own in a sling."
    "If we're partners -- "
    "We're not