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In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

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and precisely why Eve had called in some favors and had the efficient woman under surveillance.
    But she couldn't cover every member of his top-level teams in the city.
    And if Yost jumped to another location, to one of the countless offices, plants, organizations Roarke had all over the planet and through the developed solar system, the potential targets were astronomical.
    Couldn't compute.
    Still, she tried to level the field, to connect the dots through the mountain of data Roarke had given her. The primary result was a wicked little headache. How could the man own so much? Why would anyone want to? And how the hell did he keep track of it all?
    She pushed that aside. It wasn't the way. If Roarke himself couldn't hazard an educated guess on potential targets, how could she?
    She went for coffee, using the short walk to the kitchen and back to clear her mind.
    A personal vendetta. If that was the motive, why not go after the man himself? Or at least those in his inner circle?
    Business. It was business. What were Roarke's most pressing projects?
    She went back to his data, rubbed her throbbing temples. It looked as though he was juggling several dozen green-lighted deals even now. It was enough to make you dizzy.
    Olympus. That was his baby, she thought. A kind of pet fantasy, and as complicated as they came. He was building a goddamn world there: hotels, casinos, homes, resorts, parks. And all of it lavish.
    Homes, she thought. Vacation and retirement homes. Villas, mansions, sleek penthouses, presidential suites. Something for the man who had, and could afford, everything.
    Right up Yost's alley.
    She turned toward Roarke's office, then stopped at the doorway.
    He was at his console, captain of his ship. He'd drawn his hair back so it lay on his neck in a short, gleaming black tail. His eyes were cool, cool blue, the way they were when his mind was fully occupied.
    He'd taken off his dinner jacket. His shirt was loose at the collar, the sleeves rolled up. There was something, just something about that look that always and forever grabbed her in the gut.
    She could look at him for hours, and at the end of it still marvel that he belonged to her.
    Someone wants to hurt you, she thought. I'm not going to let them.
    He lifted his head. He'd scented her, or sensed her. He always did. Their eyes locked, and for a moment stayed locked. A thousand messages passed between them in absolute silence.
    "Worrying about me won't help you get your job done."
    "Who says I'm worried?"
    He stayed where he was; simply held out his hand.
    She crossed to him, took it, gripped hard. "When I met you," she said carefully, "I didn't want you in my life. You were one big complication. Every time I looked at you, or heard your voice, or so much as thought about you, the complication got bigger."
    "And now?"
    "Now? You are my life." She gave his hand one last squeeze, then released. "Okay, enough mushy stuff. Olympus."
    "What about it?"
    "You're selling property up there. Big fancy houses, snazzy apartments, and like that."
    "Marketing describes them with a bit more panache, but yes. Ah." He clicked in before she spoke. "Sylvester Yost might enjoy the advantages of a comfortable off planet home in a self-contained community."
    "You could check it out. His pace of contracts in the past two years is up twelve percent. Could very well be a push for a nice, fat retirement nest. Best guess would be his Roles alias. It's not an answer but it's another link. Enough links you make a chain. Now."
    She walked around the console, sat on the edge of it to face him. "You've got partners, multinational, in the Olympus thing. Investors. Anybody unhappy, annoyed because you get the big slice of the pie?"
    "There are occasionally bumps, but no. The project's moving smoothly and on schedule. I took the biggest financial risk, and therefore will reap the largest profits. But the consortium's satisfied. Returns on investments are already exceeding initial projections."
    She nodded. "All right. Here's how it seems to me. If this is a business hit, the business is likely in New York. I'm thinking if it was business in, say, Australia, the hits would be in Australia. To draw you down there."
    "Yes, I've considered that."
    "First hit's at your hotel, when it's public knowledge you'll be on-site. Second hit is in one of your rentals, and you're in town and working minutes away. Give me a connection between Darlene French and Jonah Talbot."
    "I don't have

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