In Death 15 - Purity in Death

if you give me your word you won't try the same thing again. Look at me. You say you want to be a cop. God knows why as you'll work yourself half to death for piss-poor wages and little to no appreciation from the people you swear to protect and serve. A good cop follows orders. He doesn't always agree with them, doesn't always like them, but he follows them."
    "I know." The wind seemed to go out of him, slumping his shoulders again. "I screwed up."
    "You did indeed. But not as badly as you might. Your word on it, Jamie." Roarke held out a hand. "As a man."
    Jamie looked down at the proffered hand. His shoulders straightened, and he clasped it. "I won't do it again. I promise."
    "Then that's the end of it. Go, grab some breakfast. We'll be back at this in a half hour."
    Eve eased around the corner, waited until Jamie had dashed out and away.
    Roarke was already at a workstation when she walked in. She noted he wasn't doing casework, but transmitting some complicated instructions for his broker. When he was done, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again when he immediately started another transmission to his admin.
    She reminded herself of all the time he was giving her, the work he was juggling, reshuffling, adjusting so he could carve out the time. It helped keep her from grinding her teeth when he followed up the transmission to his admin with one to FreeStar One.
    "If you're going to stand back there shuffling your feet, Lieutenant, you might bring me a cup of coffee. I'm going to need another ten minutes here."
    He was doing her a favor, she told herself as she choked back the sass and got the coffee. She listened with half an ear as he pulled in transmissions, answered, transferred, instructed and, as far as she could tell, ruled his empire from the workstation more suited to a drone than a king.
    "That thing you were bidding on, the office complex. I guess they caved and took your offer."
    "Yes."
    "And I wasn't shuffling my feet."
    "Mentally you were. I'm going to have to take a meeting this afternoon. Shouldn't tie me up more than ninety minutes."
    "Whatever it takes. You've already given the department more than it could expect."
    "Pay me," he said, and yanked her down for a kiss.
    "You work cheap, Ace."
    "That was only a deposit. Have you decided how you're going to handle this morning?"
    "Pretty much. Before I brief the team, I wanted to say that was a good technique with the kid before. Slap him down, break him, crush him into dust, then build him back up again."
    He sampled the coffee. "Heard that did you?"
    "I might've added a couple of creative threats. Something that gives a good visual. But all in all, it was very impressive."
    "Little peabrain thinking he'd come in, run an infected, and present us with the data this morning. I nearly planted a boot up his ass."
    "How did you know he tried?"
    "Because I took the precaution of adding an extra layer of security to the door and locked down all the units." The faintest smile touched the corners of his mouth. "And I expected him to try it as I would've done at his age."
    "I'm surprised he didn't get through."
    "I've a bit more skill than a teenage boy, thanks."
    "Yeah, yeah, and bigger balls, too. I was thinking of that jammer of his. You took the prototype away from him, but I'd've bet a month of my piss-poor wages he had another."
    "You mean this?" Roarke pulled it out of his pocket. "I had Summerset toss his room - discreetly. When it wasn't found there, I assumed - correctly - he had it on him. So I picked his pocket on the way into dinner last night. And slipped him another with a few particular defects."
    "Defects?"
    "Gives you a quick, rather unpleasant little jolt when you begin the cloning function. That was small of me, I suppose. But he needed to be put in his place."
    Amused, she clinked her coffee mug to his. "Yeah, all in all, pretty impressive. You want in on this briefing, or do you need some more time to buy Saturn or Venus?"
    "I don't buy planets. They're just not cost effective." He rose.
    They walked into Eve's office to see Jamie, Feeney, and Baxter chowing down from a table set up in the middle of the room and loaded with food.
    "These eggs" - Baxter swallowed, forked up another bite - "are from chickens. Chickens."
    "Cluck-cluck." Eve walked over to snag a piece of bacon.
    "You fell into gravy with this guy, Dallas. No offense," Baxter said to Roarke, and shoveled in more eggs.
    "None taken." Amused, he nodded toward the