In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

red suit. "You don't look dressed for seeing patients, Doc."
    "I have a meeting. Fundraiser." Diamonds twinkled at her ears when she tilted her head. "You tend to squeeze out more money when you look like you don't need it. Go figure. In any case... thank you, Peabody. Mind if I sit?" She did, crossing her legs, balancing the plate with the danish expertly on her knee as she took her first sip of coffee.
    She heaved a long sigh before she sipped again. "Where do you get this stuff? It has to be illegal."
    "Roarke."
    "Naturally." She broke off a tidy corner of the danish.
    "Have you got a reason for dropping by, Louise, other than a little coffee break? We're a little busy here."
    "I'm sure you are." She nodded toward the board. "I asked about Bryna Bankhead in my building. She knew everyone on her floor, and several others. She was very well liked. She'd lived there three years. She dated fairly regularly, but no one serious."
    "I know all that. Thinking of giving up medicine for police work?"
    "She lived there for three years," Louise repeated, and the humor had died from her voice. "I've lived there for two. She fell on the sidewalk at my feet. I'd never had a conversation with her."
    "Feeling guilty over that won't change what happened to her."
    "No." Louise broke off another bite. "But it made me think. And it made me more inclined to work harder to get any information for you that might help your investigation. There was a research project at J. Forrester. That's a private, fairly exclusive clinic that specializes in sexual dysfunctions, relations, fertility issues. Nearly twenty-five years ago, J. Forrester formed a partnership with Allegany Pharmaceuticals to research, study, and develop various chemical products that could alleviate dysfunction and enhance performance, sexually speaking. Many top chemists and R and D people were involved or associated with the project."
    "Testing with elements found in the controlled substances known as Whore and Wild Rabbit."
    "Those, others, combinations. They did, in fact, develop the drug trademarked as Matigol, which has helped extend sexual performance ability in men well past the century mark, and the fertility drug Compax, which allows women to safely conceive and give birth into their fifties should they desire it."
    She nibbled on the danish. "Both these drugs have a very high success rate, but are extremely expensive and therefore largely inaccessible to your average consumer. But for those who can afford it, they're a miracle."
    "Do you have the names of the players?"
    "I'm not finished." She turned her head, shot out a sunny smile as Roarke walked in. "Good morning."
    "Louise." He went to her, lifted her hand to his lips. "You look lovely, as always."
    "Yeah, yeah, blah blah. What?" Eve demanded. "What else?"
    "Your wife is rude and impatient."
    "That's why I love her. By the way, Lieutenant, Charles Monroe is on his way upstairs."
    "What is this? A convention?" But as she spoke she aimed one hard, warning look at McNab. His eyes glittered back at her, and he managed to hold the look for a good five seconds before he dropped his gaze, sulkily. "You, get me some data on J. Forrester and Allegany Pharmaceuticals."
    She clenched her jaw, which sent it throbbing as she caught the interest flicker over Roarke's face. "Damn it."
    "I bought out Allegany, eight, no, I believe it was ten months ago. What's the connection?"
    "I don't know precisely, because the doc here's being coy."
    "I'm never coy," Louise corrected, then her eyes blurred almost as they had when she'd taken her first sip of coffee. "Oh, well," she said as Charles walked in. "My, my."
    "I guess you want coffee, too," Eve said.
    He nodded. "I wouldn't say no."
    "I'll get it." Flustered, flushing, floundering, Peabody escaped into the kitchen.
    "Roarke. McNab." With the second greeting, Charles's practiced smile dimmed slightly. Then it polished right up again when he aimed it at Louise. "I don't believe we've met."
    "Louise. Louise Dimatto." She offered a hand.
    "Don't tell me you're a cop."
    "Doctor. You?"
    If he heard McNab's muttered opinion, Charles ignored it. "Professional companion."
    "How interesting."
    "Can we save the social hour for later? We'll have a damn party. Everybody's invited," Eve snapped. "I'll get to you," she said to Charles. "Finish it out, Louise."
    "Where was I? Oh yes. Despite the success in development, the project and the partnership were dissolved some twenty years ago. Lack