In Death 13 - Betrayal in Death by J.D. Robb

Author:J.D. Robb [Robb, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

"I'd appreciate any information you can give me."

"Well, we'll see what we see." He bent down and picked up the cat, who was rubbing

against his legs. "I'm for bed. Oh, Roarke," he said when he reached the door, "if you've time

later I'd like to discuss the business I mentioned to you before."

"I'll have my admin work it in."

"God, listen to the man. Admin working it in," he said to Galahad as he carried cat and

coffee away. "Did you ever hear the like of it?"

"Other business?"

"Perfume," Roarke said. "And legal. Whatever else he might be up to, I've told him I'm

not interested as it would displease my cop. I'll make those calls for you."

"Why is your unit beeping in there?"

"Is it?" He shifted his thoughts, heard the signal. Grinned. "I think I'm about to land you

on Yost's doorstep."

She was on his heels as he walked into his office, then leaning over his shoulder as he

studied the data, skimming over the monitor.

"Hmmm. On wall screen," he ordered, and shifting his stance studied the run of numbers

and slashing lines.

"What are they? Coordinates?"

"Yes, exactly. This is very interesting. Computer, display New York City street map,

screen two. He did a bit of bouncing right here in the city as well. A good cloak, a smart move

because it tends to skew the directional search when it becomes that finite."

"What do you mean, East Side to West Side, that kind of thing?" She tried to decipher the

numbers, and ended up frustrated.

"More or less. But he shoots back and forth, up and down, a little side trip to Long Island

and back. It gives us a couple of possibilities, but the most likely ... Computer, enhance grid,

Upper West Side. Ah, yes. Now decode directional formula to street location, and match. Do you

see?" Roarke asked Eve, laying a hand on her neck as the computer screens flashed and changed.

"It appears Yost is a neighbor."

"That's four blocks away. Four fucking blocks."

"Yes. Obviously you and I don't stroll through the neighborhood often enough." "We never stroll through the neighborhood. How sure are you?"

"Ninety percent."

"Sure enough. Okay, I need a description of that building, the layout, the tenant list,

security setup."

"That should be simple enough. Actually, I think I own that building."

"Think?"

"One does lose track occasionally. Computer, who owns the property currently displayed

on screen two?"

Working . . . Property is owned and maintained by Roarke Industries.

"Ah, there we are. Just let me take a look at my real estate files. I'll have the data for you

in a moment."

"Lose track occasionally?" she repeated, staring at him. "Of an entire building?" "I do a bit of buying and selling of property, particularly in my own backyard." He smiled

at her. "Everyone needs a hobby."

He sat down, settled in, and brought up the tenant list first. "That's lovely, isn't it? Fully

occupied. I do hate seeing nice apartments vacant."

"Cut out the families, the couples, those with roommates, and all single women." The computer acknowledged her directive, making her jolt a bit before she realized

Roarke had it programmed to accept her voice commands.

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