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“Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I beg your pardon. I had no idea that you had authorized the release of this information.”
“How could you?” he said pleasantly. “But now that you do, get it done.”
“I’ll see to it personally. Lieutenant Dallas, if you would forward the description of the man you believe stayed at our hotel, I will instruct the staff to confirm or deny.”
“I’m sending you a visual image, the dates we believe the individual was in London, and a written description. Instruct the staff that this man may have been wearing a disguise. Hair and eye color and some facial features may vary. He would have booked one of your best suites, would have been traveling alone, and would likely have had private transportation.”
“I’ll have an answer for you within an hour of receiving your transmission.”
“Good.”
She cut transmission, scowled. “Tight-assed bat.”
“She’s only doing her job. You’ll find the same policy will hold true for any of the top hotels in London. Would you like me to smooth the way?”
She gave a bad-tempered shrug and got up. “Why the hell not? Getting anywhere on the location search?”
“Yes, I believe I am. I believe we’re going to find they were sent and received from here in the city. The rest is shadows, echoes.”
“How close can you pinpoint?”
“Given a bit more time I can take you to his doorstep.”
“How much time?”
“Until it’s done.”
“Yeah, but how long until—”
“Lieutenant, impatience won’t speed the process.” He glanced over as Mick came to the doorway.
“Sorry. Interrupting?”
“Not at all.” But Eve noticed Roarke saved data and blanked her screen manually. “Your. . . business must have gone well if you’re just getting in.”
Mick grinned. “I can say with truth it went better than any man has a right to expect. Is that coffee I smell?”
“It is, yes.” Though he could almost hear Eve grinding her teeth in frustration, Roarke got to his feet. “Would you like some?”
“I like it fine, especially if a good drop of Irish found its way into it.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Mick smiled at Eve as Roarke walked back to the kitchen, with the cat—sensing the possibility of breakfast—jogging behind him.
“The man sleeps less than is human. He must be pleased to have found a woman who can start the day before dawn as he does himself.”
“You look pretty perky for a guy who’s been up all night yourself.”
“Certain activities energize a man. So you work here at home from time to time, do you?”
“From time to time.”
He nodded. “And anxious, I imagine, to get back to what you were doing. I’ll be out of your way in just a moment. I hope you’ll pardon me for saying so, but it’s an odd sight to see the man working hip to hip with a cop.”
“Odd all around.” She looked over her shoulder as Roarke came back with a thick, working man’s mug steaming with coffee and whiskey.
“The answer to a prayer, thanks. I’ll just take it off to my room and let it lull me off to sleep.”
