“Permission to wiggle my fingers in someone else’s finances is always delightful. Permission in this case, a veritable treat.”
“You really don’t like him.”
“Not in the least.”
“Could he force Mr. Mira to sell?”
Smoothly, Roarke maneuvered around a mini, fishtailing on the slick streets. “I don’t know the particulars, but if they own equal shares, I think it would be a considerable battle. Dennis could buy Edward out.”
“Sure, if he has ten million lying around gathering dust.”
“Ten million doesn’t gather dust, it—if used well—makes more millions. We could easily lend him what he’d need. Family,” Roarke added when Eve stared at him.
She took his hand. “I really was going to do the dinner thing. And I was thinking about a swim with pool sex, and maybe a vid.”
He gave her a slow, easy grin. “All that?”
“I was working out the details. I’m really sorry I didn’t get a chance to pull it off.”
“We’re young yet.”
—
Roarke pulled the DLE to the curb in front of a gleaming silver building. Eve smirked when the doorman, who looked like a formal polar bear in white livery with gold braiding, hustled through the icy rain to scowl at them.
“You own this place?”
“No. Why don’t we go in, see if we want to.”
“I get to intimidate the doorman,” she said before they got out. “Do not bribe him.”
“And spoil your fun? What do you take me for?”
She got out, planted her feet as the doorman curled his lip.
“You can’t park that heap here.”
“I just did.”
“Now you’re just going to move it. This space is reserved for pickups, drop-offs. For cabs, limos, and vehicles that aren’t an embarrassment to the vehicle industry.”
She flipped out her badge. “This is an official NYPSD vehicle, and it works for me. It stays where I put it.”
“Look, look, I’m all in support for the boys—and girls—in blue, but I can’t have junkers like that sitting out here.”
“Don’t judge a book by its title.”
“What?”
“Cover,” Roarke supplied. “It’s cover, darling.”
“Whatever. It stays . . .” She scanned his name tag. “Eugene. Have you seen Senator Mira tonight?”
“No, haven’t seen him and I’ve been on the door since four. Look, look, pull that thing around the corner, into the garage. I’ll buzz ’em, and you won’t have to pay.”
“Some might consider that attempting to bribe a police officer. I’m going to let it pass. How about Mrs. Mira?”
“Her social secretary left about twenty minutes ago, so as far as I know Mrs. Mira’s up there. What’s the beef here?”