Witness in Death by J. D. Robb

loved watching her at it: The focus, the concentration, the absolute logic of her method.
    Not so long before in his life if anyone had suggested he could find a cop and her work sexy, he'd have been both appalled and insulted.
    "Stop staring at me."
    He smiled. "Was I?"
    She decided to let it pass. "Lots of communications in and out. If I were a shrink, I'd guess this was a guy who couldn't stand being alone with himself. Needed contact on a constant basis. Nothing out of the ordinary though, unless you count some pretty heavy 'link shopping -- eight pairs of shoes, three snazzy suits, antique wrist unit." She straightened. "But you wouldn't count that."
    "On the contrary, I'd never buy snazzy suits via 'link. Fit is everything."
    "Ha ha. He did have a short, pithy kind of conversation with his agent. Seems our boy discovered that his leading lady was pulling in the same salary for the run of the play. He was pretty pissed off about it, wanted his rep to renegotiate and get him more. One credit more per performance."
    "Yes, I knew about that. No deal."
    Puzzled, she turned away from the neat little desk. "You wouldn't give him a credit?"
    "When dealing with a child," Roarke said mildly, "you set boundaries. The contract was a boundary. The amount of the demand was inconsequential."
    "You're tough."
    "Certainly."
    "Did he give you trouble over it?"
    "No. He may have planned to push it, but we never had words over it. The fact is, his agent went to my lawyers, they to me, me back to them, and so on. It hadn't progressed beyond my refusal before opening night."
    "Okay, that keeps you clean. I want to check out the bedroom." She moved past him, across a small, circular hallway and through the door.
    The bed was big, elaborate, with a high, padded wall behind and covered with sheer, smoky gray. It looked like a bank of soft fog.
    She moved briefly into the adjoining dressing room, shook her head at the forest of clothes and shoes. A built-in, mirrored counter held a chorus line of colored bottles and tubes: enhancers, skin soothers, scents, powders.
    "Okay, we've got vain, selfish, egocentric, childish, and insecure."
    "I wouldn't argue with your assessment. All those personality traits are motive for dislike, but for murder?"
    "Sometimes having two feet's a motive for murder." She moved back to the bedroom. "A man that full of ego and insecurity wouldn't sleep alone very often. He dumped Carly Landsdowne. I'd say he had someone else lined up to take her place." Idly, she pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. "Well, well, look at the toys."
    The drawer was fitted with compartments, and each was jammed with various erotic enhancers suitable for partnership or solo bouts.
    "Lieutenant, I really think you should take these in for further examination."
    "No touching." She slapped Roarke's hand away as he reached in.
    "Spoilsport."
    "Civilian. What the hell does this do?" She held up a long, cone-shaped piece of rubber. It made cheerful tinkling noises when she shook it.
    Roarke tucked his tongue in his cheek and sat on the bed. "Well, in the interest of your investigation, I'd be happy to demonstrate." Smiling, he patted the bed beside him.
    "No, I mean it."
    "So do I."
    "Never mind." But she was still pondering when she put the cone back and opened the bottom drawer. "Ah, here's a little gold mine. Looks like a month's supply of Exotica, a bit of Zeus, and..." She opened a small vial, sniffed cautiously, then shook her head like a dog coming out of a pool of water. "Shit. Wild Rabbit."
    She fumbled the stopper back in, grabbed for an evidence bag, and sealed the vial.
    "Pure, too." She blew out a breath. "If he's using that on his dates, no wonder they all think he's a sex god. One or two drops of Rabbit, and you'd screw a doorknob. Did you know he was into this?"
    "No." All humor fled, Roarke rose. "I don't have particularly strong feelings about most of the illegals. But this one is the same as rape, as far as I'm concerned.