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multilevel garage. The first time she'd come there, not quite a year before, she hadn't had such privileges. Nor had her voice and palm prints been programmed onto the security system of the private elevator. Before, she had entered the main lobby with its acres of tiles, its banks of flowers, its moving map and screens, and had been escorted to his offices to interrogate him over a murder.
    Now the computerized voice greeted her by name, wished her well, and told her as she stepped in that Roarke would be informed of her visit.
    Eve jammed her hands in her pockets, paced the car on its smooth ride to the top of the spear. She imagined he was in the middle of some megadeal or complex negotiation to buy a medium-sized planet or financially strapped country. Well, he was just going to have to hold off on making his next million until she had some answers.
    When the doors whispered open, Roarke's assistant was waiting with a polite smile. As always, she was perfectly groomed, her snow-white hair sleekly styled. "Lieutenant, how nice to see you again. Roarke's in a meeting. He asked if you'd mind waiting in his office just a few moments."
    "Sure, fine, okay."
    "Can I get you anything while you're waiting?" She led Eve through the glass breezeway where New York rushed by some sixty stories below. "If you haven't had lunch, I can shift Roarke's next appointment to accommodate you."
    The quiet deference always made her feel stupid -- a flaw, Eve thought, in herself. "No, this shouldn't take long. Thanks."
    "Just let me know if I can do anything for you." Discreetly, she closed the doors and left Eve alone.
    The office was huge, of course. Roarke liked his space. The sea of windows were tinted to cut the glare and offer a staggering view of the city. He also liked height -- a fondness that Eve didn't share. So she didn't wander over to the window but paced the ocean of plush carpet instead.
    The trinkets in the room were clever and unique. The furnishings sleek and comfortable, in rich shades of topaz and emerald. She knew the ebony slab of desk was just one more power center for a man who exuded power like breath.
    Efficiency, elegance, power. He never lacked for any of them.
    And when, ten minutes later, he came in through a side door, it was so easy to see why.
    He could still stop her heart. Just the look of him: that glorious face, as perfectly sculpted as a Renaissance statue, was highlighted by eyes impossibly blue and a mouth designed to make a woman crave it on hers; his black hair fell nearly to his shoulders, adding just a touch of the rogue; and she knew just how strong and sleek that body was, now elegantly clad in a tailored black suit.
    "Lieutenant." Ireland whispered, silky and romantic, in his voice. "An unexpected pleasure."
    She wasn't aware she was frowning or that she often did when swamped with the heady combination of love and lust he caused in her. "I need to talk to you."
    His brow lifted as he crossed to her. "About?"
    "Murder."
    "Ah." He had already taken her hands in his, was already leaning down for a long, slow kiss of greeting. "Am I under arrest?"
    "Your name popped up during a data search. What are you doing on the board of the Drake Center's R and D unit?"
    "Being an upstanding citizen. Being married to a cop does that to a man." He ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders, felt the tension there, and sighed. "Eve, I'm on all sorts of tedious boards and committees. Who's dead?"
    "A sidewalk sleeper named Snooks."
    "I don't believe we were acquainted. Sit down; tell me what this has to do with me being on the board of the Drake Center."
    "Possibly nothing, but I have to start somewhere." Still, she didn't sit but roamed the room.
    Roarke watched her, the restless, nervous energy that seemed to spark visibly around her. And knowing her, he understood all that energy was already focused on finding justice for the dead.
    It was only one of the reasons she fascinated him.
    "The victim's heart had been