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In Death 19 - Visions in Death

In Death 19 - Visions in Death

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dress, you'd look even lovelier out of it."
    "Forget it. No way I'm dragging this thing back on, and I'm surely not geting out of this shuttle wearing what you call underwear. So just... Oh, sweet baby Jesus" Her eyes crossed, then did a slow roll to the back of her head when he pressed his thumbs into her arch.
    "I owe you a foot rub, at the very least." He smiled as she let her head fall back and moaned. "For services above and beyond. I know you detest the sort of thing we did tonight.
    And I appreciate you not pulling out your weapon and stunning Mclntyre over the canapes." "The guy with the big teeth who laughed like a donkey, right?" "That would be Mclntyre. He's also a very important account." He lifted her left foot, kissed her toes. "So thanks." "It's okay. Goes with the package." Hell of a package, she thought, studying him through barely open eyes. All gorgeously wrapped six feet two inches of him. Not just the lean, muscled build or the heart-stopping face framed with the sweep of black silk hair. But the brains, the style, the edge. The whole shot.
    And best of all, he not only loved her, but he got her. Of all the things they fought about and it was never hard to find something they never butted heads over this.
    He never expected any more of her in the corporate wife area than she could give. A lot of people would, and she got that. Roarke's enterprises included holdings, properties, factories, markets, and God knew, on and off planet. He was absurdly rich, with all the power that went with it. A lot of men in his position would expect a spouse to be at their beck, to drop everything and drape themselves over his arm at a moment's notice.
    He didn't.
    For every business event or social occasion she managed to attend as his wife, there were probably three she missed.
    Moreover, there were countless times he arranged his schedule to suit hers, or put in time as consultant on a case.
    In fact, when she thought about it, he made a much better cop's husband than she made corporate wife.
    "Maybe I owe you a foot rub," she considered. "You're a pretty good deal."
    He skimmed a finger down her foot, from toes to heel. "I certainly am."
    "But I'm still not getting out of this dress." She scooted down in her seat, closed her eyes. "Wake me up when we land."
    She'd only started to drift when the communicator in her evening bag signaled. "Oh, come on." She didn't open her eyes but reached out, clamped a hand on the bag. "What's our ETA?"
    "About fifteen."
    With a nod, she pulled out the communicator and engaged.
    "Dallas."
    Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. Report to Belvedere Castle, Central Park. Officers on scene. Homicide, single victim.
    "Contact Peabody, Detective Delia. I'll meet her on scene.
    My ETA is thirty minutes."
    Acknowledged. Dispatch out.
    "Shit." Eve dragged a hand through her hair. "You can dump me and go on."
    "I dislike dumping my wife. I'll go with you and wait." She scowled down at the fancy dress. "I hate going to scenes in these getups. I hear about it for weeks."
    --==**==--
    It was worse because she had to put the shoes back on, and then navigate in them over the grass and onto the paths of the city's greatest park.
    The castle sat at the highest point of the park, with its skinny tower rising up into the night sky and the rocky ground giving way to the lake at its feet.
    It was a pretty enough spot, she supposed, for tourists to take their snaps and vids during the day. Once the sun set, areas like this were the natural habitat of the street sleepers, chemi-heads, unlicensed companions on the troll, and those with nothing better to do than look for trouble.
    The current city administration made a lot of noise about keeping the parks and monuments clean. And to their credit they even tossed money at the process with some regularity.
    There would be volunteers as well as city workers combing the park for litter, blasting off graffiti, sprucing up gardens and such.
    Then everyone would get cozy and comfortable and put their efforts into other matters until it all went to hell again.
    At the moment it was in decent shape with hardly enough litter to make the predawn cleanup crews work themselves into a lather.
    With Roarke beside her, she strode as best she could toward the barricades the cops had already put in place. The castle was lit up like day with crime-scene lights.
    "You don't have to wait," she told him. "I can catch a ride."
    "I'll wait."
    Rather than argue, she shrugged and

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