“With Whitney’s approval, you’ll come onboard this investigation officially, as an expert consultant, civilian. With this appointment there are privileges and limitations, and a moderate fee.”
“How moderate?”
She speared a scallop with her fork. “Less,” she said as she popped it in her mouth, “then I imagine you paid for any one pair of your six hundred shoes. You will be issued ID—”
“A badge?”
She spared him a withering look. “Don’t be ridiculous. Standard photo and print ID. You will not be issued a weapon.”
“That’s all right. I’ve plenty of my own.”
“Shut up. You will be privy to data relating to this investigation at the discretion of the primary. That happens to be me.”
“Handy.”
“You will be expected to obey orders, or this appointment can and will be terminated. Again, at the discretion of the primary. We run this by the book.”
“I’ve always wondered. How many pages are in that book of yours?”
“And smart mouthing to the primary can result in disciplinary action.”
“Darling. You know how that excites me.”
She sneered, even though she wanted to celebrate that he was himself again. “During the course of the investigation, the primary and investigative team will require access to some of your files.”
“That’s understood.”
“Okay.” She scooped up one last forkful of pasta. “Let’s go to work.”
“That’s it, for ground rules?”
“We’ll hit them as we go. My office. I want to bring you up to date.”
The advantage of working with Roarke was that he understood cop. The fact that this had more to do, she suspected, with him spending most of his life outwitting them than it did with being married to one was irrelevant.
She didn’t have to spell things out for him, and that saved time.
“You didn’t give the FBI everything you’ve put together, but they’ll know that.”
“Right. And they’ll live with it.”
“They’ll also suspect, or at least wonder, if you’ve put more salient data together on Yost in less than a week than they have in years. That won’t sit well.”
“Yeah, and that just breaks my heart.”
“Your competitive streak’s showing, Lieutenant.”
“Maybe. When it comes down to it, the Feebs can have the glory. Yost will know who brought him down. That does the job for me. They didn’t pay enough attention to the wire, the exactness of it. Their profile gives a strong indication of pattern, his obsessiveness with detail, and still they missed subtleties.”
“Don’t they, you think, as a Bureau, tend to concentrate more on the overview, and depend too heavily on pure data, rather than instinct and possibilities?” He smiled easily when she frowned at him. “Not that I’ve had any personal dealing with them that I’d want to take up your time discussing just now.”
“Is that so? Well, we’ll have to make time later.”
“Mmm. But my point is, while you’re one to use your data, to see the overview and quite clearly, you trust your gut and yo
u never forget possibilities.”
“Maybe. Then again, most Feebs aren’t hooked to a guy who can buy a case of fancy shampoo at five thousand a pop, so they don’t look at that angle. At the rich, self-indulgent guy angle.”