She felt it in her heart, that answering flutter; in her stomach, that slow, sliding drop. Her hands came up to settle at his waist. “Roarke—”
“Just be quiet a minute.” He changed the angle, taking the kiss deeper, a long, lazy trip into glory.
Her hands slid around him, her arms wrapped to bring him close. And she understood he was showing her, offering her, the other side of passion. The sweetness of it, and the promise.
When he drew back, she found herself smiling, even as her head spun. “I could probably spare one more minute.”
“Come home soon.” This time he pressed his lips to her forehead. “And we’ll take all the time we want.”
“Good thinking.” She started for the door, then with a half laugh turned back to look at him. “Whenever you do that, you know, like you just did, I always feel a little drunk after. I kind of like it.”
She watched his grin flash before she slipped out the door.
In just over an hour, she was standing, with Peabody, at another door. Bayliss lived in a stylish neighborhood in a stylish suburb of New York. His home was a graceful if unimaginative two-story dwelling in a tidy forest of others like it. Lawns were rigorously mowed, tastefully fenced, and security lighted.
The house itself was dark and silent, with a discreet plaque by the door warning that the premises was guarded by Alarm Dog Security Systems, Inc.
Still, when she rang the bell, the summons was almost immediately answered by a polite request for indentification.
“Police.” Eve held up her badge. “I have a warrant. You’re required to open the door.
It was opened, quickly, by an attractive house droid in a simple gray maid’s uniform. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant, neither Captain nor Mrs. Bayliss are at home this evening.”
“And where would they be?”
“Mrs. Bayliss is in Paris on a spring shopping trip with her sister. She has been from home for three days. I am unable to tell you where Captain Bayliss is this evening. He is not at home.”
“This warrant allows me to enter the premises and ascertain that for myself.”
“Yes, Lieutenant. I am fully programmed on the law.” She stepped back. “But you will find the captain is not at home this evening.”
Eve stepped in. “Has he been home today?”
“Oh yes. He arrived home at shortly after four o’clock this afternoon. He left approximately fifty-eight minutes later. I do not expect him to return tonight.”
“And why is that?”
“The captain left with a suitcase.”
“Where’s his room? His bedroom?”
“On the second level, first door to the left. Would you like me to escort you?”
“No.” Eve bounded up the stairs, shoved into the room, swore.
He’d been in a hurry, she thought. The closet door was open, two drawers were open as well.
“Another clothes horse,” she muttered. “Hard to say how much he took. Peabody, find out where the wife’s staying in Paris. He’s got a weekend place, vacation home, whatever. I think it was the Hamptons. Get the address.”
“Do you think he’s gone under?”
“I think he’s gone,” Eve said sharply. “Get the addresses. He’s got to have an office in this place. I’m going to check it out.”
She found his office on the first level and had already
formed an opinion of Bayliss’s lifestyle by the time she reached it. The house was as cold and as organized as a computer. Everything in its place.
And, she’d noted, he and his wife didn’t share a bedroom. Or, she assumed, a bed, as the bedroom down the hall from Bayliss’s was an obvious feminine retreat, complete with dressing area, two-level walk-in closet, and a sitting area that had contained a desk holding fancy writing paper with his wife’s name at the top.