In Death 11 - Judgment in Death

you are." He took her hand, kissed it lightly, then got to his feet. "Let's have a walk."
    "I brought work home with me." She let him pull her up, smiled. "So much for the experiment. I should get to it."
    "You'll work better if we clear this up." He kept her hand in his, started across the lawn.
    The breeze had shaken some of the petals from the trees so they lay like pink and white snowdrops on the green. Flowers, banks of them she couldn't name, flowed out of beds in soft, blurry blues and shimmering whites. The light was beginning to go, softening the air. She caught drifts of fragile perfumes, country sweet.
    He bent, snapped off a tulip, its cup as perfect as something sculpted from white wax, handed it to her.
    "I haven't seen or dealt with Max Ricker in a number of years. But there was a time we had business of sorts."
    She held the tulip and heard the city sniffing at the gates. "What kind of business?"
    He stopped, tipped her head back so their eyes met. Then saw, with regret, that hers were troubled. "First, let me say that even one with my... let's call it eclectic palate... hasn't the taste for certain activities. Murder for hire being one of those. I never killed for him, Eve, nor for that matter, for anyone but myself."
    She nodded again. "Let's not go there, not now."
    "All right."
    But they'd come too far to shy away now. She walked with him. "Illegals?"
    "There was a time in the beginning of my career, I couldn't... No," he corrected, knowing that honesty was vital. "When I wasn't particularly selective in the products I handled. Yes, I dealt in illegals from time to time, and some of those dealings involved Ricker and his organization. The last time we associated was... Christ, more than ten years back. I didn't care for his business practices, and I'd reached a point where I wasn't obliged to negotiate with those who didn't appeal to me."
    "Okay."
    "Eve." He kept his hand on her face, his eyes on hers. "When I met you, most of my business was legitimate. I made that choice long ago because it suited me. After you, I dispensed with or reconstructed those interests left that were questionable. I did that because I knew it would suit you."
    "You don't have to tell me what I already know."
    "I think I do, just now. There's little I wouldn't do for you. But I can't, and I wouldn't, change my past, or what brought me here."
    She looked down at the tulip, perfect and pure. Then back up at him. Not pure, God knew, but for her, perfect. "I wouldn't want you to change anything." She put her hands on his shoulders. "We're okay."
    Later, after they'd shared dinner where they were both careful not to discuss his business or hers, Eve settled down in her home office and began to study the data on Taj and Patsy Kohli's financials.
    She came at them from several different angles, drank three cups of coffee, reached certain conclusions, then rose. She knocked briefly on the door that adjoined her work space to Roarke's, then stepped inside.
    He was at his console, and from what she could gather, he was talking to someone in Tokyo. He held up a hand, out of the range of his screen, in a signal for her to wait.
    "I regret that projection will not meet my needs at this time, Fumi-san."
    "The projection is, of course, preliminary and negotiable." The voice through his desk-link was precise and cool, but no cooler, Eve thought, than her husband's mild and polite expression.
    "Then perhaps we should discuss it further when the figures are no longer preliminary."
    "I would be honored to discuss the matter with you, Roarke-san, in person. It is the feeling of my associates that such a delicate negotiation would be better served in this way. Tokyo is lovely in the spring. Perhaps you will visit my city, at our expense, of course, some time in the near future."
    "I regret that such a trip, as appealing as it may be, is impossible, given my current schedule. However, I would be happy to meet with you, and any of your associates, in New York. If this is possible for you, you have only to contact my administrator. She will be delighted to assist you in any travel arrangements."
    There was a slight pause. "Thank you for your gracious invitation. I will consult with my associates and contact you through your administrator as soon as possible."
    "I look forward to it. Domo, Fumi-san."
    "What are you buying now?" Eve asked.
    "That remains to be seen, but how do you feel about owning a Japanese baseball team?"
    "I like baseball,"