In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

lollipop peeked out of her lab coat pocket. "Yes. I'd ridden in the elevator with her now and again, seen her in the local markets where I shop. I suppose I might have spoken to her, the way you do with neighbors you don't have time to know. Was she murdered?"
    "Yeah." Eve held out a copy of the suspect's image. "Recognize him?"
    "No." Louise set down her coffee, took the photo for a closer look. "No, I've never seen him before. He killed her? Why?"
    Eve handed the photos back to Peabody. "You ever treat anybody for sex-inducement drugs? Whore, Rabbit?"
    "Yes. In my ER rotation we'd have somebody coming down off Rabbit a few times a month. Mostly Rabbit clones, or Exotica/Zeus combo, because the real's so pricey. I never dealt with Whore, don't know anybody who has. You study it, and its derivatives in illegals training, but it's on the inactive list."
    "Not anymore."
    "Is that what he did to her? Doped her with Whore? Whore and Rabbit. Jesus Christ." She rubbed her hands over her face. "Mixed with alcohol, I take it. Why didn't he just blast her brains out with a laser?"
    "Maybe you could poke around, ask some of your doctor friends if they've seen any re-emergence of Whore."
    "I can do that. You know, a man had to come up with the street name for that crap. You know how it started?"
    "No, how?"
    "As an experimental treatment for phobias and conditions like social anxiety disorder. It was a little too good at it."
    "Meaning?"
    "It also had an affect on the hormones. It was discovered that it worked more effectively as an aid in sexual disorders. In diluted and carefully monitored doses, it could and did enhance sexual desire and function. From there, it went into use as an aide for training licensed companions. Though non-addictive, it was soon found to be dangerously unstable. Which, naturally, meant it became desirable on the street, particularly among your more well-heeled college boys and junior execs who would slip a dose into their dream girl's drink to loosen her up." She washed the rising rage back down her throat with coffee.
    "That's how it got its name," she continued, "as mixed with alcohol it tends to loosen the system up enough so the ingestor would be amenable to being fucked naked on the ice rink at Rockefeller Center. The ingestor wouldn't necessarily have the motor coordination left to actively participate, and would unlikely remember doing so, but she'd be damn amenable to suggestion."
    "Add Rabbit?"
    "Oh, she'd participate with the entire U.S. Marine Corps, until she passed out cold, until her heart rate went off the charts and her brain-wave pattern flattened."
    "A doctor would know that," Eve prompted. "A chemist, pharmacist, nurse, med tech, anyone with a working knowledge of pharmaceuticals would know the combination was fatal?"
    "Yeah, anyone should. Unless he or she is a moron, or just didn't give a shit as long as it was fun while it lasted."
    "Okay, ask around. If anything strikes you, get in touch."
    "You can bank on it."
    "You did a nice job around here," Eve added.
    "We like to think so." Louise finished off the coffee, two-pointed the cup in the recycle bin. "Your three million went a long way."
    "Three million?"
    "I was ready to dive into the half million we agreed on. Didn't expect the bonus."
    "When..." Eve ran her tongue around her teeth. "When did I give you the bonus?"
    Louise opened her mouth, closed it again. Smiled. "Now why do I think you don't have a clue?"
    "Refresh me, Louise. When did I give you three million dollars?"
    "Never. But your rep did, late February."
    "And my rep would be?"
    "Some slick suit named Treacle, of Montblanc, Cissler and Treacle. Issued in two installments -- -the half mil as agreed, and another two point five if I contracted to donate my services to Dachas, a newly established abuse center for women and children on the Lower East Side. Dachas," she said, still smiling, "is, I'm told, Gaelic for hope."
    "Is that so?"
    "Yeah. You've got a hell of a man there, Dallas. You ever get tired of him, I'll take him off your hands."
    "I'll keep that in mind."
    "You gave her the money for all that?" Peabody demanded as she hustled out after Eve.
    "No, I didn't give her the money because it's not my money, is it? It's Roarke's money. I'm a cop, goddamn it. A cop doesn't have space stations full of money to make grand gestures with."
    "Yeah, but still. Does that piss you off?"
    Eve stopped on the sidewalk, took a long breath. "I don't know if it pisses me off."