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“Okay.” She set the glass aside without drinking, pushed both hands through her hair. “You’ve got a new VR unit on the market.”
“I do.” He sat on the arm of a leather sofa, took out a cigarette, and lighted it. “It hit a month, six weeks ago, depending on region. We’ve improved a number of the options and programs.”
“With subliminals.”
He blew out smoke thoughtfully. It wasn’t difficult to read her, he thought, when you understood her. She was worried, stressed, and the soothing power of the drug couldn’t overtake her in that area. “Naturally. Several of the option packages include a variety of subliminals. They’re very popular.” Still watching her, he nodded. “I take it Cerise had one of the new units and was using it before she jumped.”
“Yeah. The lab hasn’t yet been able to identify the subliminal. May turn out to be nothing, but—”
“You don’t think so,” he finished.
“Something triggered her. Something triggered all of them. I’m working on confiscating the VR units owned by the other subjects. If it turns out they all owned that new model . . . the investigation’s going to circle around your company. On you.”
“I had a sudden urge to encourage self-termination?”
“I know you had nothing to do with it,” she said quickly and fiercely. “I’m going to do everything I can to keep you out of it. I want—”
“Eve,” he interrupted quietly, shifted to crush out his cigarette, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He reached in his pocket, took out his memo card, and tapped in a code. “The R and D on that model was done in two locations. In Chicago and on Travis II. Manufacturing was handled by one of my subsidiaries, again on Travis II. The distribution and shipping, on and off planet, by Fleet. The packaging through Trillium, marketing by Top Drawer here in New York. I can have all the data sent to your office unit, if that’s most convenient.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop.” He tucked the card away and rose. “There are literally hundreds, perhaps thousands of employees in these companies. I can certainly get you a list, for whatever good that would do.” Then he paused, reached down, and rubbed a thumb over the diamond she wore. “You should know I personally worked on and approved the design, initialed the schematics. The unit’s been in development for more than a year, and I spot-checked every stage at one time or another through that period. My hands are all over it.”
She’d been sure of that, afraid of that. “It could come to nothing. Dickhead claims my theory of subliminal coercion to self-termination is over the edge of unlikely into the impossible.”
Roarke smiled a little. “How can one trust a man called Dickhead? Eve, you used the unit yourself.”
“Yeah, which also put a big wrench in my pet theory. All I got out of it was an orgasm.” She couldn’t quite bring off a smile herself. “I want to be wrong, Roarke. I want to be wrong and close these cases as voluntary self-terminations. But if I’m not—”
“We’ll deal with it. First thing tomorrow, I’ll look into it myself.” She started to shake her head, but he took her hand. “Eve, I know the drill; you don’t. I know my people, at least the department heads in each stage. You and I have worked together before.”
“I don’t like it.”
“That’s a pity.” He toyed with the diamond between her breasts again. “I believe I do.”
chapter fourteen
“Roarke sure knows how to dish a party.” Mavis stuffed a deviled quail egg in her mouth and chattered over it. “Everybody, and I mean everybody’s here. Did you see Roger Keene? He’s like top hound at Be There Records. And Lilah Monroe? She’s tearing them up with her new audience participation show on Broadway. Maybe Leonardo can charm her into using him for new costume design. And there’s—”
“Take a breath, Mavis,” Eve advised as her friend babbled and continually pushed canapés into her mouth. “Adjust the speed.”
“I’m so nervous.” With her hands momentarily free, Mavis pressed them to her stomach—bare but for an artistic rendering of a ripe, red orchid. “I can’t level, you know? When I’m this hyped I’ve just gotta eat and talk. And eat and talk.”
“And throw up if you don’t slow down,” Eve warned. She scanned the room and had to admit that Mavis was right. Roarke knew how to dish up a party.
The room glittered, and so did the people. Even the food seemed to be glossy and polished, almost too ornamental to eat, though you couldn’t prove that by Mavis. Since the weather had cooperated, the roof was open, inviting in the fresh breeze and showers of starlight. One wall was filled with a view screen, and Mavis whirled and pranced over it, her music sizzling out into the room.
Roarke had been canny enough to keep the volume muted.
“I’m never going to be able to pay you ba
ck for this.”
“Come on, Mavis.”
“No, I mean it.” After sending Leonardo a beaming smile and an exaggerated air kiss, she turned back to Eve. “You and me, Dallas, we go back awhile. Hell, if you hadn’t busted me, I’d probably still be picking pockets and running the grift.”
Eve chose an interesting-looking blot on a cracker for herself. “That’s digging deep, Mavis.”
