In Death 17 - Imitation in Death

Eve over the rim. "She just ain't driving a stick."
     
     
"She's... Oh. Well, well, well, this is interesting." She lowered to the corner of her desk, thought it through. "Not just a side dish, a girl side dish. That has to be a real pisser for a guy. "
     
     
"And the dish was prime. Tall, lanky, black, and beautiful.. The kind you just want to start slurping on from the toes up. Waste from my point of view-two superior examples of the species, and they're sliding all over each other. Of course, thinking about them sliding all over each other is entertaining. I had a good time with that, and have to thank you for the duty."
     
     
"You're a sick perv."
     
     
"And proud of it."
     
     
"Do you think you could defer your lesbian fantasies until you give me a report?"
     
     
"I've already had the fantasies, and plan to have them again, but I can postpone the next act. Your girl left the office, twelve forty-five, and caught a cab. Proceeded uptown to the Silby Hotel on Park. Went straight into the lobby, where her date was waiting. Hot side dish later identified as Serena Unger through detective's charm, skill, and the fifty he passed the desk clerk."
     
     
"Fifty? Shit, Baxter."
     
     
"Hey, classy joint, classy bribe. Unger had preregistered. Both subjects proceeded to an elevator, which was, to the detective's great joy, glass-sided. In this way he was able to use his keen observation techniques to watch them exchange a big, sloppy wet one on the way up' to the fourteenth floor. They entered room 1405, -where they remained, engaged in activities the detective was sadly unable to witness, until fourteen hundred. At which time Julietta Gates exited the room, and the hotel, procuring another cab. She returned to her place of employment with what the detective believed was a satisfied smile on her face."
     
     
"You run Unger?"
     
     
"Had Trueheart do it while we waited for the lunchtime quickie to run its course. She's a fashion designer. -Thirtytwo, single. No criminal. Currently employed with Mirandi's second label arm. They're New York-based."
     
     
"Question: Your woman cheats on you with another woman. Better or worse than her diddling with a guy?"
     
     
"Oh, worse. Bad enough she's playing you, but she's doing it without a dick, which means she doesn't think too much of your equipment. It's a guy, you can maybe rationalize it some. You know, he took advantage of her, or she had a moment of weakness."
     
     
"Took advantage of her." Eve snorted.. "Men are. really sad and simple."
     
     
"Please, a boy needs his illusions. Anyway, it's another skirt, she had to go looking, and she had to go looking for something you don't have. Makes you a double loser."
     
     
"Yeah, that's how I see it. It's going to give you a real hard-on against women. So to speak. We're going to want to find out how long Julietta's been going girl-on-girl."
     
     
He set the empty mug down and linked his hands in a gesture of prayer. "Please, please, please, let me do it. I never get the fun stuff."
     
     
"I need subtle on this."
     
     
"My middle name."
     
     
"I thought your middle name was Hornydog."
     
     
"That's my first middle name," he said with some dignity. "Come on, Dallas, how about it?"
     
     
"Play ring-around-a-rosie with Unger. Talk to the staff at the hotel and keep the bribes to a minimum. Budget's not going to-- stretch if you keep slapping down fifties. Talk to her neighbors. Sniff around her place of employment. She's going to get wind of it, so keep the reason for the look-see quiet. Subtle, Baxter, seriously. I've got to do an out-of-town. If I get lucky, I'll be back in tomorrow. If not, it may take another day
     
     
"You can leave this in my very capable hands. Oh, and I won't put in for the fifty," he said as he started out. "It was worth the price of the ticket."
     
     
He'd handle it, she thought. She couldn't be in Boston, New L.A., and poking around Serena Unger in New York at the same time. Baxter could work that angle, Feeney the likecrimes area,. and she'd pursue other potential leads.
     
     
It appeared she'd put together a team without intending to.
     
     
Now, she thought, she was about to add another member. And it would be her turn to play it subtle.
     
     
She didn't expect to get through to Roarke on the first try, but the great god of meetings must have decided to cut her a break. His admin passed her on to him, with the polite comment that he'd just returned from a