The In Death Collection, Books 1-5

by J. D. Robb

  Eve studied the holograms, tried to envision herself standing under an arbor with Roarke, exchanging vows. Her stomach jittered. “What about petunias?”

  Mark blinked. “Petunias?”

  “I like petunias. They’re simple, and they don’t pretend to be what they’re not.”

  “Yes, certainly. Quite charming. Perhaps backed with a bank of lilies. As to color . . . ”

  “Do you carry Immortal Blossoms?” she asked on impulse.

  “Immortals.” Mark’s eyes brightened. “They’re quite a specialty item. Difficult to import, of course, but very hardy and spectacular in baskets. I have several simulations.”

  “We don’t want simulations,” Eve reminded him.

  “I’m afraid they can only be exported in small amounts, and then only to licensed florists and horticulturists. And only for indoor use. As your ceremony is outdoors—”

  “Do you sell many?”

  “Very rarely, and only to other licensed horticulture experts. I do have something just as lovely—”

  “You have records of those sales? Can you get me a list of names? You’re on the net for world delivery, aren’t you?”

  “Naturally, but—”

  “I need to know everyone who ordered Immortals during the past two years.”

  When Mark sent him a baffled look, Roarke ran his tongue around his teeth. “My fiancée is an avid gardener.”

  “Yes, I see. It may take a few moments to access. You want everyone.”

  “Everyone who placed an order to the Eden Colony for Immortals during the last two years. You can start with the States.”

  “If you’ll just wait then, I’ll see what I can do.”

  “I like the arbor idea,” Eve announced, springing up when Mark left them. “Don’t you?”

  Roarke rose, put his hands on her shoulders. “Why don’t you let me handle the floral arrangements? I’ll surprise you.”

  “I’ll owe you one.”

  “Indeed you will. You can start paying me back by remembering we’re attending Leonardo’s showing on Friday.”

  “I knew that.”

  “And by remembering to access your three weeks’ leave for our honeymoon.”

  “I thought we said two.”

  “We did. Now you owe me one. Would you like to tell me why you have this sudden fascination with a flower from the Eden Colony? Or do I just assume that you found your unknown.”

  “It’s the nectar. It does a lot to tie the three homicides together. If I can just get a break.”

  “I hope this is what you’re looking for.” Mark came back in with a sheet of paper. “It wasn’t as difficult as I’d feared. There haven’t been many orders for Immortals. Most importers are satisfied with simulations. There are a few problems with the actual specimen.”

  “Thank you.” Eve took the page, skimmed down the list. “Gotcha,” she murmured then whirled to Roarke. “I have to go. Buy lots of flowers, boatloads of flowers. Don’t forget the petunias.” She charged out, pulling her communicator. “Peabody.”

  “But—but the bouquet. The bridal bouquet.” Confused, Mark turned to Roarke. “She hasn’t chosen.”

  Roarke watched her fly out. “I know what she likes,” he said. “Often better than she does.”

  chapter fifteen

  “Nice to have you back, Mr. Redford.”

  “This is becoming an unfortunate habit, Lieutenant.” Redford took his seat at the interview table. “I’m expected in New Los Angeles in a few hours. I trust you won’t inconvenience me long.”

  “I believe in backing up my data. Wouldn’t want anything or anyone to slip through the cracks.”

  She glanced toward the corner where Peabody stood, looking her officious best in full uniform. On the other side of the glass, Eve knew, Whitney and the prosecutor watched every move. She nailed it down here, or very likely, she’d be nailed herself.

  She took her seat, nodded to the hologram of Redford’s chosen counsel. Obviously, neither Redford nor his attorney believed the situation was serious enough to warrant an in-the-flesh representation. “Counselor, you have the transcript of your client’s statements?”

  “I do.” The pinstriped, tough-eyed image folded his manicured hands. “My client has cooperated fully with you and your department, Lieutenant. We agree to this interview only to finalize the matter.”

  You agreed to it because you don’t have a choice, she thought, but kept her face bland. “Your cooperation is noted, Mr. Redford. You have stated that you were acquainted with Pandora, that you had a casual and intimate relationship.”

  “That’s correct.”

  “Were you also involved in any business dealings with her?”

  “I produced two direct-to-home screen videos in which Pandora played a part. Another was under consideration.”

  “Were these projects successful?”

  “Moderately.”

  “And outside of these projects, did you have any other business dealings with the deceased?”

  “None.” A faint smile touched his mouth. “Other than a small speculative investment.”

  “A small speculative investment?”

  “She claimed to have been laying groundwork for her own fashion and beauty line. Of course, she needed backers and I was intrigued enough to invest.”

  “You gave her money?”

  “Yes, over the course of the last year and a half, I invested just over three hundred thousand.”

  Found a way to cover your ass, Eve noted, and leaned back in her chair. “What’s the status of this fashion and beauty line you claim the deceased was implementing?”

  “It has no status, Lieutenant.” He lifted his hands, let them fall. “I was duped. It wasn’t until after her death that I discovered there was no line, no other backers, no product.”

  “I see. You’re a successful producer, a money man. You must have asked her for a prospectus, figures, expenses, projected earnings. Perhaps a sample of the products.”

  “No.” His mouth tightened as he looked down at his hands. “I did not.”

  “You expect me to believe that you just handed her money for a projected line you had no information on?”

  “It’s embarrassing.” He lifted his eyes again. “I have a reputation in the business, and if this information gets out, that reputation would certainly suffer.”

  “Lieutenant,” the counselor interrupted. “My client’s reputation is a valuable asset. This asset will be damaged if this data goes beyond the parameters of this investigation. I can and will secure a gag order on this portion of his statement to protect his interests.”

  “Go right ahead. This is quite a story, Mr. Redford. Now, do you want to tell me why a man with your reputation, your assets, would commit three hundred thousand dollars to an investment that didn’t exist?”

  “Pandora was a persuasive woman, a beautiful one. She was also clever. She skirted around my request for projections and figures. I justified the continued payments because I felt she was an expert in the field.”

  “And you didn’t learn of her duplicity until after her death.”

  “I made some inquiries—contacted her business agent, her representative.” He puffed out his cheeks and nearly succeeded in looking sheepish. “No one knew anything about the line.”

  “When did you make these inquiries?”

  He hesitated for a heartbeat. “This afternoon.”

  “After our interview? After I questioned you on the payments?”

  “That’s correct. I wanted to insure there was no mix-up of any kind before I answered your questions. On advice of counsel, I contacted Pandora’s people and discovered I’d been conned.”

  “Your timing is . . . very skillful. Do you have any hobbies, Mr. Redford?”

  “Hobbies?”

  “A man with your type of high-pressure job, your . . . assets, must need some sort of release. Stamp collecting, computer doodling, gardening.”

  “Lieutenant,” the couns
elor said with weariness. “The relevance?”

  “I’m interested in your client’s leisure time. We’ve established how he spends his business time. Perhaps you speculate on investments as a release valve.”

  “No, Pandora was my first mistake and will be my last. I don’t have time for hobbies, or the inclination for them.”

  “I know what you mean. I had someone tell me today that more people should plant petunias. I can’t imagine spending time digging in dirt and fussing with flowers. Not that I don’t like them. You like flowers?”

  “They have their place. That’s why I have a staff to deal with them.”

  “But you’re a licensed horticulturist.”

  “I—”

  “You applied for a license and were granted one three months ago. Just about the time you made a payment to Jerry Fitzgerald in the amount of a hundred and twenty-five thousand. And two days before, you placed an order for an Immortal Blossom from the Eden Colony.”

  “My client’s interest in flora has no relevance in this matter.”

  “It has plenty,” Eve shot back, “and this is an interview, not a trial. I don’t need relevance. Why did you want an Immortal?”

  “I—it was a gift. For Pandora.”

  “You went to the considerable time, trouble, and expense to secure a license, then purchased a controlled species at considerably more expense, as a gift for a woman you occasionally had sex with. A woman who over the last eighteen months bled you for over three hundred thousand dollars.”

  “That was an investment. This was a gift.”

  “This is bullshit. Save your objections, Counselor, they’re duly noted. Where’s the flower now?”

  “In New L.A.”

  “Officer Peabody, arrange to confiscate.”

  “Now, just a damn minute.” Redford scraped back his chair. “That’s my property, paid for.”

  “You falsified data on your license. You illegally purchased a controlled species. It will be confiscated, and you will be charged appropriately. Peabody?”

  “Yes, sir.” Smothering a smirk, Peabody took out her communicator and made the contact.

  “This is obvious harassment.” The counselor scowled. “And these petty charges are ridiculous.”

  “Oh, I’m just getting started. You knew about the Immortal Blossom, knew it was a necessary element to create the drug. Pandora was going to make big money on that drug. Was she trying to cut you out?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Did she turn you on to it, give you enough tastes to addict? Maybe she held it back then, until you wanted to beg for it. Until you wanted to kill her.”

  “I never touched it,” Redford exploded.

  “But you knew about it. You knew she had it. And there were ways of getting more. Did you decide to cut her out instead? Bring Jerry in? You bought the plant. We’ll find out if you had the substance analyzed. With the plant, you could manufacture your own. You wouldn’t need her. You couldn’t control her, either, could you? She’d want more money, more of the drug. You found out it was fatal, but why wait five years? With her out of the way, you’d have a clear field.”

  “I didn’t kill her. I was through with her, I had no reason to kill her.”

  “You went to her house that night. You went to bed with her. She had the drug. Did she taunt you with it? You’d already killed twice to protect yourself and your investment, but she was still in the way.”

  “I killed no one.”

  She let him shout, let the counselor spout his objections and threats. “Did you follow her to Leonardo’s that night, or did you take her?”

  “I was never there. I never touched her. If I was going to kill her, I’d have done it in her own house when she threatened me.”

  “Paul—”

  “Shut up, just shut up,” Redford spat at his counsel. “She’s trying to pin murder on me, for Christ’s sake. I argued with her. She wanted more money, a lot more money. She made sure I saw her supply of the drug, how much she had at her personal disposal. It was worth a fortune. But I’d already had it analyzed. I didn’t need her, and I told her so. I had Jerry to endorse the line when it was ready. She was furious, threatened to ruin me, to kill me. It gave me great pleasure to walk out on her.”

  “You planned to manufacture and distribute the illegal yourself?”

  “As a topical,” he said, dabbing his mouth with the back of his hand. “Once it was ready. It was irresistible. The money. Her threats meant nothing, do you understand? She couldn’t ruin me without ruining herself. And that, she would never do. I was finished with her. And when I heard she was dead, I opened a bottle of champagne and toasted her killer.”

  “Very nice. Now let’s start again.”

  After Eve turned Redford over to booking, she stepped into the commander’s office.

  “Excellent work, Lieutenant.”

  “Thank you, sir. I’d rather be booking him for murder than drug charges.”

  “That may come.”

  “I’m counting on it. Prosecutor.”

  “Lieutenant.” He’d risen when she’d come in, and continued to stand. His manners were well known in and out of the courtroom. Even when he went in for the kill, he did so with panache. “I admire your interview techniques. I’d love to have you on the witness stand in this matter, but I don’t believe it will come to trial. Mr. Redford’s attorney has already contacted my office. We’ll negotiate.”

  “And on the murder?”

  “We don’t have enough to tie him. No physical evidence,” he went on before she could protest. “And motive . . . you’ve proven he had the means to his end before her death. It’s still more than possible that he’s guilty, but we have quite a bit more work to do to justify charges.”

  “You justified charging Mavis Freestone.”

  “On overwhelming evidence,” he reminded her.

  “You know she didn’t do it, Prosecutor. You know that the three victims in this matter are tied together.” She looked toward Casto who lounged in a chair. “Illegals knows it.”

  “I have to go with the lieutenant on this,” Casto drawled. “We’ve investigated the aspect of Freestone being involved with the substance known as Immortality, found no connection between her and the drug or either of the other victims. She had some splotches on her record, but they’re old, and minor. You ask me, the lady was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He offered Eve a smile. “I have to throw my weight with Dallas and recommend the charges against Mavis Freestone be dropped pending further investigation.”

  “Your recommendation is noted, Lieutenant,” the prosecutor said. “The prosecutor’s office will take it into consideration as we review all current data. At this point, our belief that these three homicides are linked still falls short of solid proof. Our office is, however, willing to agree to Ms. Freestone’s representative’s recent request for testing, re truth detection, auto hypnosis, and VR recreation. The results will weigh heavily in our decision.”

  Eve let out a long, slow breath. It was a concession, and a big one. “Thank you.”

  “We’re on the same team, Lieutenant. And now we’d all best keep that in mind and coordinate our stand before this press conference.”

  As they prepped, Eve moved over to Casto. “I appreciate what you did.”

  He shrugged it off. “It was my professional opinion. I hope it helps your friend. Ask me, Redford’s guilty as homemade sin. Either he whacked them himself or paid to have it done.”

  She wanted to latch onto that, but shook her head slowly. “Professional hits. Seems sloppy for pros, too personal. Still, thanks for adding the weight.”

  “You can consider it payback if you want for handing me one of the biggest illegals cases of the decade. Once we clean it up and go public with the Immortality drug and the busts, I’m going to get me a set of captain’s bars.”

  “Then congratulations in advance.”

  “I’d say that goes for both
of us. You’re going to nail down these homicides, Eve, then we’ll both be sitting pretty.”

  “I’ll nail them down all right.” She lifted a brow when he brushed a hand over her hair.

  “I like it.” With a quick smile he tucked his hands in his pockets. “You damned sure you gotta get married?”

  Angling her head, she smiled back. “I hear you’re having dinner with Peabody.”

  “She’s a jewel, all right. I’ve got a weakness for strong women, Eve, and you’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little disappointed in the timing here.”

  “Why don’t I try to be flattered instead?” She caught Whitney’s signal and sighed. “Oh hell, here we go.”

  “Makes you feel like a big meaty bone, don’t it?” Casto murmured as the doors opened to a horde of reporters.

  They got through it, and Eve would have considered it a good day’s work if Nadine hadn’t ambushed her in the underground lot.

  “This area’s off limits to unauthorized personnel.”

  “Give me a break, Dallas.” Still lounging on the hood of Eve’s car, Nadine grinned. “How about a lift?”

  “Channel 75’s out of my way.” When Nadine only continued to smile, Eve swore and uncoded the doors. “Get in.”

  “You look good,” Nadine said casually. “Who’s the stylist?”

  “Friend of a friend. I’m tired of talking about my hair, Nadine.”

  “Okay, let’s talk about murder, drugs, and money.”

  “I just spent forty-five minutes talking about that.” Eve flashed her badge at the security camera and bumped out to the street. “I believe you were there.”

  “What I saw was a lot of dancing and dodging. What’s that squeaking noise?”

  “My well-tuned vehicle.”

  “Oh yeah, you got hit with budget cuts again, didn’t you? Damn shame. Anyway, what’s this business about a new line of inquiry?”

  “I’m not at liberty to discuss that aspect of the ongoing investigation.”

  “Uh-huh. What’s this buzz about Paul Redford?”

  “Redford has, as stated in the press conference, been charged with fraud, possessing a controlled specimen, and intent to manufacture and distribute an illegal.”