In Death 30 - Fantasy in Death

pieces off each other, or other mayhem. You’d be shut down, and sued within an inch.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “Then why do you have anyone toying?” And he gave her an easy smile. “You never know what you might find when you’re looking for something else, do you? And under certain circumstances, such an application might interest the military. In any case, it’s low priority. Or was,” he corrected. “And this would explain—”
    “A lot. I’ve eliminated everything else. This is what’s left. And when you’ve eliminated everything else, what’s left should be true.”
    “Yes,” Roarke murmured. “It certainly should. There’s nothing on this technology on any record or comp at U-Play, or on the partners’ equipment. He’ll have that private space you’re looking for. He’d have to.”
    “And he’ll take the bait there. He’ll have to. We’ll find it, and when we do, I think we’re going to find a lot more than a game.” She checked her wrist unit. “Shit. I spent more time laying it out for you than I should have. I need you to program a reenactment of both events, using this theory, so I can use it in the briefing.”
    “Oh well, then, no problem at all. I can just take that jump on the tech trampoline in the next ten minutes, then take my bows.”
    “Sarcasm noted. Look, I’ve got it started. It just needs to be refined some.”
    “It’s not like twisting the top off a tube of bloody ketchup after you’ve loosened it.”
    “Too much for you?” She cocked her head. “No problem. I’ll get McNab on it.”
    “That’s bitchy. On here?”
    “Yeah, I’ve just about got—”
    “Go away.” He sat, then glanced back at her scowling face. “Now.”
    “Fine. But don’t spend the next century fiddling with it. I just need it clear enough to—”
    “Close the door behind you, whether or not it hits you in the ass.”
    “No need to get pissy,” she muttered, and closed the door behind her with a sharp snap.
    Since she’d forgotten to get coffee before being kicked out of her own damn office, she stopped and snarled at Vending. Machine and technology, not her friends in the best of times, were currently on her short list. She fingered the loose credits in her pockets and considered her options.
    “Hey, Dallas.” McNab bounced up. “Great minds.” He punched in his code, ordered up a Tango Fizzy—tangerine and mango, Eve thought as her stomach curdled. “Here, get me a Pepsi.” She shoved credits at him.
    “No prob.”
    “Any activity on the scan?”
    “Not yet. We brought a portable down so I can keep my eye on it while we brief. Anybody takes a stab at hacking in, I’ll know it. Here you go.” He tossed her the tube. “Peabody says Cill Allen’s hanging in so far. Hope she makes it, but I gotta say, I hate she might pop up and say, ‘Hey, it was Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick’ and make it easy after we put this much time in.”
    “Who the hell is Colonel Mustard?”
    “You know, from the game. Clue. You should play it. You’d kill.”
    “I’ve had about enough of games that kill.” She considered him as she cracked the tube. He was young, and as into gaming as anyone she knew. Plus, being a cop, violence was part of his life. “Would you want that? Want to play games where the stakes were real?”
    “You mean where I could win a zillion dollars? Oh shit, yeah.”
    “No. Well, okay, say there’s a big cash prize.” Because if this thing ever went public, somebody would figure a way to gamble on it. “But to win, even qualify, you had to face off against opponents with real weapons. Real blood, real pain—and potentially fatal.”
    “So I risk getting my ass kicked, maimed, or dead for money and/or glory? I do that anyway.” He smiled, shrugged. “Why would I want to do it for game? Gaming’s how you get away from the real for a while.”
    “Yeah. You’re not as stupid as you look.”
    “Thanks.” He lifted his fizzy as she walked away, then clicked in. “Hey!”
    She strode into the conference room, nodded as the efficient Peabody finished the setup. She gestured toward the components and screens. “That’s the monitor on the dummy files?”
    “Yeah. If anyone tries to hack in, access the case files, read, scan copy, infect, EDD will know and trace. I’m keeping my eye on it for a minute while McNab grabs some fluids. The others are on their way.”
    “Roarke might be late. He’s working on something for