Seduction in Death (In Death 13) - Page 53

He nodded at Eve, grinned intimately at Peabody when she brought him his coffee. “My client believes I wanted this information for another client. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I protect my sources, Charles.”

“And I believe in protecting my clients,” he returned. “I need your word that no action will be taken against her if what I tell you ends up exposing her.”

“She doesn’t interest me. And if all she’s doing is making herself horny, I’ll make sure she doesn’t interest Illegals. Fair enough?”

“Sex isn’t easy for everyone, Dallas.”

“If people didn’t want to get off,” McNab shot out, “you’d be out of work.”

Charles smirked at McNab. “True enough. If people didn’t want to steal, cheat, maim, and kill, so would you be, Detective. Aren’t we all lucky human nature keeps us in business?”

Eve stepped between the chair where Charles sat and the desk where McNab worked, effectively blocking their view of each other. “Give me the dealer, Charles. Nobody wants to bust your client.”

“Carlo. They don’t use last names. She met him in a chat room, one on sexual experimentation.”

Eve eased onto the corner of the desk. “Is that so?”

“About a year ago. She said he’s changed her life.”

“How do the buys work?”

“Initially, she’d e-mail him, place an order. She’d pay with an electronic transfer of funds into his account, then pick up the delivery at a mail drop at Grand Central.”

“No personal contact?”

“None. Now she’s on what she calls a subscription service and receives a regular monthly supply. The payment, with the subscription discount, is automatically transferred from her account to his. Five thousand a month for a quarter ounce.”

“I need to talk to her.”

“Dallas—”

“And here’s why. I need his account data, and anything else she can tell me. She does regular business with him, so she’d have a feel. More than that, she needs to be put on guard. She could be a target.”

“She’s not.” He rose as Eve came off the desk. “Those are your victims?” He gestured to the board. “What are they, twenty, twenty-five? This woman is over fifty. She’s attractive, she takes care of herself, but she doesn’t have that bloom. Media reports said they were single, lived alone. She’s married. Her association with me is a perk. Like a day at the salon. She lives with her husband and her teenage son. And being questioned by you on this will embarrass and humiliate her, and her family.”

“It may also damage her sexual ego,” Louise put in. She stood across the room, sipping her second cup of coffee. “The use of the drug and a professional companion have most likely shorn some dysfunction in this area. Exposing her need for them to an authority who could deny and punish her for the first, and smirk at her for the second, isn’t advisable from a medical or psychological standpoint.”

“Protecting her from that exposure runs the risk of slapping another dead woman on that board.”

“Let me talk to her again,” Charles asked. “I’ll get the information you need. Better, I’ll open an account with him, at my own expense. He’s only got to do a standard background to verify my license. An LC’s a reasonable client for sexual illegals.”

“Get me the data by three o’clock,” Eve decided. “Don’t do anything else. I don’t want him to have your name.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Lieutenant Sugar.”

“Just the data, Charles. Now go away.”

“I need to get along myself. Thanks for the coffee.” Louise set the cup down, glanced at Charles. “Want to share a cab?”

“Perfect.” He trailed a fingertip over the flower in Peabody’s buttonhole as he turned for the door. “I’ll see you later, Delia.”

“Keep it zipped, McNab,” Eve warned. “Peabody, Roarke is generating some data. You’ll assist in his office.” Which should, she hoped, keep the peace for a while. She glanced at her wrist unit, thought of Mira. “

I’ve got a meeting.”

Chapter 9

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