Witness in Death by J. D. Robb Page A

Are you all right?"
    "Yeah. Yeah." A little dizzy, she thought, and annoyingly horny. And that was only from a quick whiff of the fumes. "Stuff this pure goes for ten thousand an ounce, minimum, and it isn't easy to come by. It only works on the female system," she murmured. "Only takes a drop too many to overdose."
    Roarke cupped a hand under her chin, lifted it to examine her eyes. Clear enough, he decided. "There was never any talk about him using anything like this. If there had been, and I'd discovered it was true, I'd have broken his contract. And very likely, his arms."
    "Okay." She lifted a hand to his wrist, squeezed. "That's enough in here for now. I'm going to need you to keep this room vacant another day or two. I want an Illegals unit to run through it."
    "All right."
    She slipped the vial into her kit, and hoped to lighten his mood. "So, how much is it costing you?"
    "Excuse me?"
    "To keep this place vacant? How much does it run a night?"
    "Oh this little place? I believe it's in the neighborhood of eighty-five hundred a night, though I imagine we have weekly and monthly rates as well."
    "Chump change. Mansfield has a unit in here, too, right?"
    "Penthouse B, the other tower."
    "Let's pay her a visit. She and Draco had an illegals history in common," Eve began as she gathered her field kit and started out. "She may know his sources. It could all come down to a bad drug deal."
    "I don't think so."
    "Okay, I don't think so either, but the majority of cop work is eliminating." She locked the door, started to reach for a police seal in her kit.
    "Must you do that?" He eyed the seal with dislike. "It's very off-putting to the other guests."
    "Yes, I must. Besides, it'll give them a secret thrill. Oooh, look, George, that's where the dead actor lived. Get the vid cam."
    "Your attitude toward society at large is sadly cynical."
    "And accurate." She stepped into the elevator ahead of him, waiting for the doors to close. Then pounced. "Just give me a quick -- God -- " Desperate for release, she rubbed herself against him, bit his lip, moaning as her hands squeezed hard on his butt.
    "Whew." On a long breath, she pushed him away, circled her shoulders. "That's better."
    "For you maybe." He made a grab for her, but she slapped a hand on his chest.
    "No games in public elevators. Don't you know that's a violation of city code? Tower A, penthouse level," she ordered, and the car slid seamlessly into motion.
    "You'll definitely have to pay for that."
    She leaned back against the wall as the elevator started its horizontal ride. "Please, you're scaring me."
    He only smiled and slipped his hands into his pocket. Toyed idly with the rubber cone he'd palmed out of the drawer. "Be afraid," he murmured, and made her laugh as the car came to a stop.
    "I had to clear my head before talking to a witness, didn't I?"
    "Mmm-hmmm."
    "Listen, you know Mansfield fairly well. I'd like your observations when this is done."
    "Ah, there I am. Useful again."
    She stopped, turned, and laid a hand on his cheek. Love for him reared up and bit her at the oddest times. "You do come in handy." When he turned his head and brushed his lips over her palm, she felt the thrill of it right down to her toes. "No mushy stuff," she ordered and strode to Areena's door.
    She pressed the buzzer, waited.
    Areena, dressed in a white lounging robe, opened the door. She looked flushed, obviously surprised, and not altogether pleased. "Lieutenant Dallas. Roarke. I... I wasn't expecting -- " Then those limpid eyes went wide, went bright. "Is there news? Have you caught whoever -- "
    "No. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have a few questions."
    "Oh. I thought, I hoped, it might all be over. Well." She lifted a hand, pressed pink-tipped fingers under her eye as if to soothe an ache. Indeed, there were faint bruises of fatigue under it. "I'm afraid this isn't really a good time. Is this absolutely necessary?"
    "I'm sorry it's inconvenient, but it won't take long."
    "Of