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sleeves. There was a pot of coffee beside him.
    “What have you got?” She picked up his cup, gulped down half his coffee.
    “Nothing that links me or any of my business dealings with Skinner. I have some interests in Atlanta, naturally.”
    “Naturally.”
    “Communications, electronics, entertainment. Real estate, of course.” He took the cup back from her, idly rubbed her ass with his free hand. “And during one lovely interlude previous to my association with you, a nicely profitable smuggling enterprise. Federal infractions—”
    “Infractions,” she repeated.
    “One could say. Nothing that bumped up against state or local authorities.”
    “Then you’re missing something, because it’s personal with him. It doesn’t make any sense otherwise. You’re not a major bad guy.”
    “Now you’ve hurt my feelings.”
    “Why does he latch on to you?” she demanded, ignoring him. “Fifty years a cop, he’d have seen it all. And he’d have lost plenty. There are stone killers out there, pedophiles, sexual predators, cannibals, for Christ’s sake. So why are you stuck in his craw? He’s been retired from active, what, six years, and—”
    “Seven.”
    “Seven, then. Seven years. And he approaches me with what could be considered a bribe or blackmail, depending on your point of view, to pressure me into rolling over on you. It was arrogant and ill-conceived.”
    She thought it through as she paced. “I don’t think he expected it to work. I think he expected me to tell him to fuck off. That way he could roll us into a ball together and shoot two for one.”
    “He can’t touch you—or me, for that matter.”
    “He can make things hot by implicating us in a homicide. And he’s laying the groundwork. He pushes my buttons in a public venue, then gets one of his monkeys to get in my face. Altercation ensues. A couple hours later, monkey has his brains splattered all over the stairway of a Roarke Enterprises hotel—and what’s this! Why it’s a clue, Sherlock, and a dandy one, too. A star stud from one of Roarke Securities uniforms, floating in the victim’s blood.”
    “Not particularly subtle.”
    “He doesn’t have time to be subtle. He’s in a hurry,” she continued. “I don’t know why, but he’s rushing things. Shove circumstantial evidence down the throat of the local authorities and they’ve got to pursue the possibility that the irritated husband and suspected interplanetary hoodlum ordered one of his own monkeys to teach Skinner’s a lesson.”
    “You touched my wife, now I have to kill you?” Roarke’s shrug was elegant and careless. “Overdramatic, over-romanticized. Particularly since you punched him in the face before I could ride to the rescue.”
    “In his narrow little world, men are the hunters, the defenders. It plays when you look at it through his window. It’s another miscalculation though, because it’s not your style. You want the hell beat out of someone, you do it yourself.”
    He smiled at her fondly. “I like watching you do it even more, darling.”
    She spared him a look. “Standard testing on you, any profile would kick the theory out of the park. You’re just not hardwired to pay somebody to kill, or to get your dick in a twist because somebody hassles me. We could have Mira run you through a Level One testing just to push that aside.”
    “No, thank you, darling. More coffee?”
    She grunted, paced a bit more while he rose to go to the mini AutoChef for a fresh pot and cups. “It’s a sloppy frame. Thing is, Skinner believes you’re capable, and that if he dumps enough on the ILE if and when they take over he’ll push you into an investigative process that will mess you up—and me by association.”
    “Lieutenant, the ILE has investigated me in the past. They don’t worry me. What does is that if it goes that far, your reputation and career could take some bruises. I won’t tolerate that. I think the commander and I should have a