In Death 12 - Betrayal in Death

one."
    "No, you do. You're just not seeing it. Neither am I." In her mind, she-switched to interview mode, and Roarke to witness. "Darlene French was a maid at your hotel. You had no personal contact with her?"
    "None."
    "Who hired her?"
    "She'd have submitted an application through the human resources department, and ultimately hired by Hilo."
    "You don't supervise the hiring and firing?"
    "I'd spend all my time doing so."
    "But it's your hotel. Your organization."
    "I have departments," he said with some impatience. "And the departments have heads. Those heads operate with the required autonomy. My organization, Lieutenant, is designed to run smoothly, on its particular internal wheels, so that -- "
    "Did Talbot have any tasks that involved The Palace?"
    "None." Frustration slipped into his eyes. He knew what she was doing, sliding him into the witness slot so that he would answer instinctively. And she did it well. "He never even stayed there. I checked. Certainly he would have had authors who did, and certainly he'd have entertained authors or business associates there for dinner or for lunch. But that hardly makes one of your links."
    "Maybe he hosted parties there. You know, professional spreads. Maybe he had one planned."
    "No. He might have attended some. The publicity department at the publishing house generally arranges that sort of function. There's nothing on the slate I'm aware of. Magda's display and auction are the showcase through the month."
    "Okay. Did he have anything to do with that?"
    "The publishing house isn't involved in the auction. Jonah acquired, edited, and published manuscripts. The hotel and its functions are entirely separate from..."
    She all but heard the click. "What?"
    "I'm an idiot," he murmured and got to his feet. "Manuscripts. We'll publish a disc, a new biography of Magda next month. There will also be a publication detailing the auction -- each piece, its history and significance. Jonah would have been involved in those projects. I think it's one of his authors who wrote the bio. He'd have edited it."
    "Magda." Connections, possibilities, began to run through her brain. "She's a link. That's a solid link. Maybe you're not the target at all. Maybe she is."
    "Maybe we both are. The auction."
    She held up a hand, pushing off the console so she could think on her feet. "Magda Lane in residence at The Palace. Your hotel. Holding one of the biggest events of her professional life there. Not at one of her own homes, not at one of the auction houses, but your hotel. Whose idea was that?"
    "Hers. At least she contacted me with it. It's a media hook," he added. "And it's working."
    "How long has it been in the planning stage?"
    "She contacted me over a year ago with the concept. You don't put something of this scope together quickly."
    "That's a lot of time for someone who wanted to mess up one or both of you to lay things out." And Winifred Case had died in Paris eight months before. The smugglers in Cornwall, two months after that.
    "Then your publishing house is putting out discs. What else is there? Security. Who are you closest to on the security team for the hotel and auction? Think it through, I want names. Your publicity wheel, too, and... Jesus, what goes into this sort of thing?"
    "I'll run it down by department and function."
    "On her end, we have her son, her business manager, and his wife. She'd have others."
    "I have those as well."
    "We'll start there, do what can be done to protect those individuals." She stopped, turned back. "But the pattern is the targets work for you, so they get priority."
    He was nodding, and already calling up his files on the auction.
    "Roarke, what happens, to you personally, if this auction is a failure or some sort of scandal rises out of it?"
    "Depends on what the failure or scandal might be. If it's a financial disaster, I lose some money."
    "How much money?"
    "Mmm. Conservative projections estimate the take at over five hundred million. Add sentiment and rabid fans of Magda's, the media attention, and you may easily double that. Over and above the fee for the hotel and security, I get ten percent of the gross. But I'm donating that back to her foundation, so in actuality, the money isn't an issue."
    "Not to you," she murmured.
    He shrugged that off. "I'll transfer these names to your unit. I intend to arrange for my own security for my people. And for Magda's."
    "I've got no problem with that." Her eyes were narrowed, but she wasn't seeing