The In Death Collection, Books 1-5

by J. D. Robb

  He wondered just what William had come up with as alterations for the second manufacturing run and tucked a disc into his alternate unit. It wouldn’t hurt to run the data while he saw just what Mavis had on her mind.

  His machine beeped acceptance, began to upload as his door opened. Mavis whirled in like a freak storm.

  “It’s my fault, all my fault, and I don’t know what to do.”

  Roarke came around the desk, took Mavis’s hands, and sent an understanding look at his baffled assistant. “Go on home. I’ll deal with this. Oh, and leave the security open for my wife, please. Sit down, Mavis.” He steered her to a chair. “Take a breath.” Reading her accurately, he patted her head. “And don’t cry. What’s all your fault?”

  “Jess. He used me to get to you. Dallas said it wasn’t my fault, but I’ve thought about it, and it is.” She gave one long, heroic sniffle. “I’ve got this.” She held up a disc.

  “And this is?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe evidence. You take it.”

  “Okay.” He nipped the disc out of her hand as she waved wildly. “Why haven’t you given it to Eve?”

  “I would—I was going to. I thought she was here. I don’t think I’m supposed to have it. I didn’t even tell Leonardo about it. I’m a terrible person,” she finished.

  Hysterical women had come his way before. Roarke slipped the disc into his pocket, walked over, and ordered a tall soother of the milder variety. “Here, drink this. What sort of evidence do you think this is, Mavis?”

  “I dunno. You don’t hate me, do you?”

  “Darling, I adore you. Drink it down.”

  “Really?” She gulped obediently. “I really like you, Roarke, and not just because you’re rolling in credits or anything. It’s good that you are, ’cause poor sucks, right?”

  “It does indeed.”

  “But either way, you make her so happy. She doesn’t even know how happy because she’s never been. You know?”

  “Yes. Three slow quiet breaths now. Ready? One.”

  “Okay.” She took them, very seriously, her eyes on his. “You’re good at this. Calming people down. I bet she doesn’t let you do it for her much.”

  “No, she doesn’t. Or she doesn’t know it when I do.” He smiled. “We know her, don’t we, Mavis?”

  “We love her. I’m so sorry.” Tears came, but they were soothing and soft. “I figured it out after I ran the disc I gave you. At least I figured out some of it. It’s a copy of the lay down from my video. I ran it off on the sly. I wanted it for posterity, you know? But there’s a memo after it.”

  She looked down at her hands. “This is the first time I played it, the first time I heard it all. He gave a copy to Dallas, but he made notes after this version, about . . .” She broke off, lifted suddenly dry eyes. “I want you to hurt him for this. I want you to hurt him really bad. Play it, from where I’ve cued it.”

  Roarke said nothing, but he rose and slid the disc into his entertainment unit. The screen filled with light, with music, then the volume and intensity lowered as a background for Jess’s voice.

  “I’m not sure what the results will be. One day I’ll find the key to tapping in at the source. For now, I can only speculate. The suggestion is to the memory. The reenactment of trauma. Something’s at the core of those shadows on Dallas’s mind. Something fascinating. What will she dream tonight after playing the disc? How long will it be before I can seduce her to share it all with me? What secrets does she hide? It’s such fun to wonder. I’m just waiting for the chance to tap into Roarke’s darker side. Oh, he has one, so close to the surface you can almost see it. Thinking of them together, with just the animal in control, gives me such a rush. I can’t think of two more fascinating subjects for this project. God bless Mavis for opening the door. Within six months I’ll know these two so well, anticipate their reactions so clearly, I’ll be able to lead them right where I want them. Then there’s no limit. Fame, fortune, adulation. I’ll be the goddamn father of virtual pleasure.”

  Roarke remained silent as the disc ran out. He didn’t remove it, certain his fingers would crush it like powder.

  “I’ve already hurt him,” he said at length. “But not enough. Not nearly enough.” He turned to Mavis. She’d risen and stood, small as a fairy, her slip-shouldered dress of pink gauze somehow valiant. “You aren’t responsible for this,” Roarke told her.

  “Maybe that’s true. I have to work that out. But I know he wouldn’t have gotten that close to her, or you, without me. Will that help keep him in a cage?”

  “I think he’ll hear the lock turn and wait a long time before he hears it open again. You’ll leave it with me?”

  “Yeah. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

  “You’re always welcome here.”

  Her mouth quirked. “If it wasn’t for Dallas, you’d have run like hell in the opposite direction the first time you saw me.”

  He came to her, kissed her firmly on that crooked mouth. “That would have been my mistake—and my loss. I’ll call a car for you.”

  “You don’t have to—”

  “A car will be waiting for you at the front entrance.”

  She rubbed a hand under her nose. “One of those mag limos?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He walked her to the door, closed it thoughtfully behind her. The disc would be enough, he hoped, to drive another nail in Jess. But it still didn’t point to murder. He went back, ordered both of his machines to display on screen.

  Sitting behind his desk, he picked up the VR goggles and studied the data.

  Eve lowered her gaze to the stunner. From her angle, she couldn’t be sure which setting was clicked. A sudden move, she knew, could result in anything from mild discomfort and partial paralysis to death.

  “It’s illegal for a civilian to own or operate that weapon,” she said coolly.

  “I don’t believe that’s particularly relevant, under the circumstances. Take yours out, Eve, slowly, and by the fingertips. Then set it on the desk. I don’t want to hurt you,” Reeanna added when Eve made no move to obey. “I never have. Not really. But I’ll do whatever’s necessary.”

  Keeping her eyes on Reeanna’s, Eve reached slowly for her side arm.

  “And don’t think about trying to use it. I don’t have this on max, but it is on a very high setting. You won’t have use of your extremities for days, and though the possible brain damage isn’t necessarily permanent, it is very inconvenient.”

  Eve knew very well what the stunner could do, and she took out her weapon carefully, laid it on the corner of the desk. “You’ll have to kill me, Reeanna. But you’ll have to do it face to face, in person. It won’t be like the others.”

  “I’m going to try to avoid that. A short, painless, even enjoyable session on VR, and we can adjust your memory and direct your target. You’re well aimed at Jess, Eve. Why don’t we just keep it that way?”

  “Why did you kill those four people, Reeanna?”

  “They killed themselves, Eve. You were right there when Cerise Devane jumped off that building. One has to believe what one sees with one’s own eyes.” She sighed. “Or most do. You’re not most, are you?”

  “Why did you kill them?”

  “I merely encouraged them to end their lives in a certain manner at a certain time. And why?” Reeanna shrugged her lovely shoulders. “Why, because I could.”

  She smiled beautifully and gave her bell tinkle of a laugh.

  chapter twenty

  It wouldn’t take long, Eve calculated, for Peabody or Feeney to home in on her signal. She just needed time. And she had a feeling Reeanna would provide it. Some egos, like some people, fed on regular admiration. Reeanna fit on both levels.

  “Did you work with Jess?”

  “That amateur.” Reeanna tossed her hair at the idea. “He’s a piano player. Not that he doesn’t have a certain talent for basic engineering, but he lacks vision—and guts,” she added with a slow, feline smile. “Wome
n are so much more courageous and more vicious than men, all in all. Don’t you agree?”

  “No. I think courage and viciousness have no gender.”

  “Well.” Disappointed, Reeanna pursed her lips briefly. “In any case, I corresponded with him briefly a couple of years ago. We exchanged ideas, theories. The anonymity of underground E-services are handy. I enjoyed his pontificating and was able to flatter him into sharing some of his technical progress. But I was well ahead of him. Frankly, I never thought he’d get as far as he apparently has. Simple mood expanding, I imagine, with some direct suggestion.” She cocked her head. “Close enough?”

  “You went farther.”

  “Oh, leagues. Why don’t you sit down, Eve? We’d both be more comfortable.”

  “I’m comfortable on my feet.”

  “As you like. But a few steps back, if you don’t mind.” She gestured with the stunner. “I wouldn’t want you to try for your weapon. I’d have to use this, and I’d hate to lose such a good audience.”

  Eve took a step back. She thought of Roarke, several floors above. He wouldn’t come down to seek her out. At least she didn’t have that concern. If anything, he’d call down if he locked onto something. So he was safe, and she could stall.

  “You’re a medical doctor,” Eve pointed out. “A psychiatrist. You’ve spent years studying to help the human condition. Why take lives, Reeanna, when you’re trained to save them?”

  “Branded at conception perhaps.” She smiled. “Oh, you don’t like that theory. You’d have used it to push your case, but you don’t like it. You don’t know where you came from, or from what.” She saw Eve’s eyes flicker and nodded, pleased. “I’ve studied all available data on Eve Dallas as soon as I learned Roarke was involved with you. I’m very attached to Roarke, once toyed with the idea of making our all-too-brief liaison into something more permanent.”

  “He dumped you?”

  The smile froze as the insult hit target. “That’s beneath you, such a petty female hit. No, he didn’t. We simply drifted in opposite directions. I had intended to drift back, let’s say, eventually. So I was intrigued when he took such an avid interest in a cop, of all things. Not his usual taste, certainly not his usual style. But you are. . . interesting. More so after I accessed data on you.”

  She made herself comfortable on the arm of the relaxation chair. The weapon stayed aimed and steady. “The young, abused child found in a Dallas alley. Broken, battered, confused. No memory of how she’d gotten there, who’d beat her, raped her, abandoned her. A blank. I found that fascinating. No past, no parents, no hint of what made her. I’m going to enjoy studying you.”

  “You won’t get your hands in my head.”

  “Oh, but I will. You’ll even suggest it yourself, once you take a trip or two on the unit I’ve made just for you. I really hate that I’m going to have to see to it that you forget everything we discuss here. You have such a keen mind, such a strong energy. But it will give us a chance to work together. As fond as I am of William, he’s so . . . short-sighted.”

  “How involved is he?”

  “He has no idea. The first test I ran on the doctored unit was on William. Quite a success, and it made things so much easier. I could direct him to adjust each unit I wanted. He’s quicker, more adept electronically than I. He actually helped me refine the design and personalize the one I sent to Senator Pearly.”

  “Why?”

  “Another test. He was very vocal about the misuse of subliminals. He enjoyed games, as I’m sure you’ve discovered, but he continually pushed for regulations. Censorship, if you ask me. He stuck his nose into pornography, consenting adult dual controls, commercial advertising and its use of suggestion, all manner of things. I thought of him as my sacrificial lamb.”

  “How did you gain access to his brain pattern?”

  “William. He’s very clever. It took him several weeks of intense work, but he managed to hack through security.” She angled her head, enjoying the moment. “At the top level of NYPSD as well. He injected a virus there. Just to keep your EDD men occupied.”

  “And that’s where you accessed my pattern.”

  “Indeed it is. He has a soft heart, my William, it would pain him horribly to know he had a vital part in coercion.”

  “But you used him, you made him part of it. And it doesn’t pain you at all.”

  “No, it doesn’t. William made it all possible. And if not him, there would have been another.”

  “He loves you. You can see it.”

  “Oh please.” It made her laugh. “He’s a puppy. All men are when it comes to an attractive female form. They simply sit up and beg. That’s amusing, occasionally irritating, and always useful.” Intrigued, she touched her tongue to her top lip. “Don’t tell me you haven’t used your basic female advantage on Roarke.”

  “We don’t use each other.”

  “You’re missing a simple advantage.” But Reeanna flicked it away. “The esteemed Dr. Mira would label me a sociopath with violent tendencies and a driving need for control. A pathological liar with an unhealthy, even dangerous fascination with death.”

  Eve waited a beat. “And would you agree with that analysis, Dr. Ott?”

  “Yes, indeed. My mother self-terminated when I was six. My father never got over it. He turned me over to my grandparents and wandered off to heal. I don’t believe he ever did. But I saw my mother’s face after she’d taken the lethal handful of pills. She looked quite beautiful and very happy. So why shouldn’t death, taken, be an enjoyable experience.”

  “Try it,” Eve suggested, “and see.” Then she smiled. “I’ll help you.”

  “One day, perhaps. After I’ve completed my study.”

  “We’re laboratory rats then; not toys, not games, but experiments. Droids for dissecting.”

  “Yes. Young Drew. I regretted that because he was young and had potential. I’d consulted with him, rashly I see now, when William and I were working on the Olympus Resort. He fell in love with me. So young. I was flattered, and William’s very tolerant of outside distractions.”

  “He just knew too much, so you sent him a modified unit and told him to hang himself.”

  “Basically. It wouldn’t have been necessary, but he didn’t want to let the relationship die. It meant he had to, before he lost that glaze infatuation puts over a man’s eyes, and looked too closely.”

  “You stripped your victims,” Eve added. “The final humiliation?”

  “No.” Reeanna appeared shocked and insulted by the idea. “Not at all. Basic symbolism. We’re born naked, and naked we die. We complete the circle. Drew died happy. They all did. No suffering, no pain at all. Joy, in fact. I’m not a monster, Eve. I’m a scientist.”

  “No, you’re a monster, Reeanna. And these days, society puts their monsters in a cage and keeps them there. You won’t be happy in a cage.”

  “It won’t happen. Jess will pay. You’ll fight to put him there after my report tomorrow. And if you can’t make the coercion charges stick, you’ll always believe he was responsible. And when there are others, I’ll be very select, very careful, and I’ll see to it that each subject self-terminates well out of your range. You won’t be bothered by it again.”

  “You arranged for two in my range.” A sickness churned in her stomach. “To get my attention.”

  “In part. I did want to watch you at work. Watch you closely, step by step. Just to see if you were as good as reported. You detested Fitzhugh, and I thought why not do my new friend Eve a little favor? He was a pompous ass, an irritant to society, and a very poor game player. I wanted his death to be bloody. He preferred blood games, you know. I never met him in person, but matched with him in cyberspace now and again. A poor loser.”

  “He had family,” Eve managed. “Like Pearly, Mathias, and Cerise Devane.”

  “Oh, life goes on.” She waved a dismissing hand. “All will adjust. That’s human nature. And as for Cerise, she was no more maternal than an alley cat. I
t was all ambition with her. She bored me senseless. The most entertainment she ever provided was dying on camera. What a smile. They all smiled. That was my little joke—and my gift to them. The final suggestion. Die, it’s so beautiful, it’s amusing, and so joyful. Die and experience the pleasure. They died experiencing the pleasure.”

  “They died with a frozen smile and a burn on the brain.”

  Reeanna’s brows drew together. “What do you mean, a burn?”

  Where the hell was her backup? How much longer could she stall? “You didn’t know about that? Your little experiment has a slight defect, Reeanna. It burns a hole in the frontal lobe, leaves what we could call a shadow. Or a fingerprint. Your fingerprint.”

  “That’s nothing.” But she worried her lip as she considered it. “The intensity of the subliminal could cause that, I suppose. It has to get in, firmly, to bypass the instinctive resistance, the knee-jerk survival instinct. We’ll have to work on that, see what can be adjusted.” Annoyance shadowed her eyes. “William will have to do better. I don’t like flaws.”

  “Your experiment’s full of them. You have to control William to continue. How many times have you used the system on him, Reeanna? Would continued use expand that burn? I wonder what kind of damage it could cause.”

  “It can be fixed.” She tapped the fingers of her free hand on her thigh, distracted. “He’ll fix it. I’ll do a new scan on him, study the flaw—if he has one. Repair it.”

  “Oh, he’ll have one.” Eve stepped closer, judging the distance, the risk. “They all had one. And if you can’t repair William’s, you’ll probably have to terminate him. You couldn’t risk that flaw becoming larger, causing uncontrolled behavior. Could you?”

  “No. No. I’ll look into this immediately. Tonight.”

  “It may already be too late.”

  Reeanna’s eyes snapped back. “Adjustments can be made. Will be made. I haven’t come this far, accomplished this much, to accept any sort of failure.”

  “And yet to succeed fully, you’ll have to control me, and I won’t make it easy.”

  “I already have your brain pattern,” Reeanna reminded her. “I’ve already implemented your program. It’s going to be very easy.”