“Right. Um. Why did I ask for Judge Nettles for the warrant again?”

With a laugh, Roarke got to his feet. “I’m sure you can come up with some appropriately convoluted cop speak to justify the request if and when you’re asked. My suggestion would be a variation on a shot in the dark.”

“Yeah. That’s a good one.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it.”

“Okay. Thanks. Ah, hey, Roarke?”

“Yes?”

“There’s this other thing.” McNab shifted from foot to foot on his purple airboots. “It’s kind of personal. I was going to work around to talking to the lieutenant about it, but, well, you know how she is.”

“I know precisely.” He studied McNab’s face, felt a stir of pity wrapped around amusement. “Women, Ian?”

“Oh yeah. Well, woman, I guess. I gotta figure a guy like you knows how to handle them as well as you handle electronics. I just don’t get women. I mean I get them,” he rushed on. “I don’t have any problem with sex. I just don’t get them, in an intellectual sense. I guess.”

“I see. Ian, if you want me to discuss the intricacies and capriciousness of the female mind, we’ll need several days and a great deal of liquor.”

“Yeah. Ha. I guess you’re in a hurry right now.”

Actually, time was short. There were a few billion dollars waiting to be shifted, juggled, and consumed. But Roarke eased a hip on the corner of the desk. The money would wait. “I imagine this involves Peabody.”

“We’re, you know, doing it.”

“Ian, I had no idea you were such a wild romantic. A virtual poet.”

Roarke’s dry tone had McNab flushing, then grinning. “We have really amazing sex.”

“That’s lovely for both of you, and congratulations. But I’m not sure Peabody would appreciate you sharing that piece of information with me.”

“It’s not really about sex,” McNab said quickly, afraid he’d lose his sounding board before he’d sounded off. “I mean, it is, because we have it. A lot of it. And it rocks, so that’s mag and all. That’s how I figured it would be if I could ever get her out of that uniform for five damn minutes. But that’s like it, that’s all. Every time we finish, you know, the naked pretzel, I have to bribe her with food or get her going about a case or she’s out the door. Or booting me out, if we landed at her place.”

Roarke understood the frustration. He’d only had one woman ever try to shake him off. The only woman who mattered. “And you’re looking for more.”

“Weird, huh?” With a half laugh, McNab began to pace. “I really like women. All sorts of women. I especially like them naked.”

“Who could blame you?”

“Exactly. So I finally get a chance to bounce on the naked She-Body, and it’s making me crazy. I’m all tied up inside and she’s cruising right along. I always figured women, you know, mostly they were supposed to want the whole relationship thing. Talking about stuff so you come up with all those nice lies. I mean, they know you’re lying, but they go along with it because maybe you won’t be later on. Or something.”

“That’s a fascinating view on the male/female dynamic.” One, Roarke was certain, would earn the boy a female knee to the balls if ever voiced in mixed company. “I take it Peabody isn’t interested in pleasant lies.”

“I don’t know what she’s interested in; that’s the whole deal.” Wound up now, he waved his arms. “I mean, she likes sex, she’s into her work, she looks at Dallas like the lieutenant has the answers to the mysteries of the universe. Then she goes off with that goddamn Monroe son of a bitch to the opera.”

It was the last, delivered with vitriol, that had Roarke nodding. “It’s perfectly natural to be jealous of a rival.”

“Rival, my ass. What the hell’s wrong with her, going around with that slick LC? Fancy dinners and art shows. Listening to music you can’t even dance to. I ought to smash his face in.”

Roarke thought about it a moment and decided, under similar circumstances, he’d be tempted to do just that. “It would be satisfying, no doubt, but bound to annoy the woman in question. Have you tried romance?”

“What do you mean? Like goofy stuff?”

Roarke sighed. “Let’s try this. Have you ever asked her out?”

“Sure. We see each other a couple, three nights a week.”

“Out, Ian. In public. In places where you’re both required, by law, to wear clothes of some kind.”

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