Immortal in Death (In Death #3)(70)

“It’s like taking a full glass of champagne in one gulp.” She pressed a hand to her temple. “It’s wonderful.”

“An experimental hybrid,” Engrave explained. “Code name Immortal Blossom. This one is fourteen months old, and it’s never stopped blooming. They were grafted in the Eden Colony.”

“Sit down, Peabody. The nectar from this is what we’re looking for?”

“By itself the nectar is potent and causes a reaction in bees not unlike drunkenness. They have the same sort of reaction to overripe fruit, windfall peaches for example, where the juice is highly concentrated. Unless the intake is controlled, it’s been found that the bees OD on the nectar. They just can’t get enough of it.”

“Addicted bees?”

“You could say that. Basically, they don’t want to go f**king the other flowers because they’re so seduced by this one. Your lab didn’t hook into it because the hybrid’s on the horticultural colonies’ restricted list, and puts it under Galactic Customs’ jurisdiction. The colony is working to alleviate this problem with the nectar, as it puts a world of hurt on the potential for export.”

“So the Immortal Blossom is a controlled specimen.”

“For the moment. There are some medicinal uses, and particularly cosmetic ones. Ingestion of the nectar can cause a luminescence to the skin, a rejuvenation of elasticity, and an appearance of youth.”

“But it’s poison. Long-term use undermines the nervous system. Our lab confirmed that.”

“So’s arsenic, but fine ladies once took it in small doses to make their skin whiter, clearer. Beauty and youth are desperate matters for some.” Engrave shrugged her bony shoulders in dismissal. “In combination with the other elements in this formula, this nectar is an activator. The result is a highly addictive chemical that causes increased energy and strength, sexual desire, and the feeling of renewed youth. And since uncontrolled, these hybrids will propagate like rabbits, it has the potential to be produced cheaply and in great bulk.”

“They’ll propagate in on planet conditions?”

“Absolutely. The Eden Colony produces vegetation, flora, and plant life for on planet conditions.”

“So you get a few plants,” Eve mused. “A lab, the other chemicals.”

“And you’ve got yourself an illegal with mass appeal. Pay up,” Engrave said with a sour smile, “be strong, be beautiful, be young and sexy. Whoever came up with this formula knew his chemistry and his human nature and understands the beauty of profit.”

“Fatal beauty.”

“Oh sure, four to six years of regular use will take you down. Your nervous system will just give out. But in four to six years, you’ll have a hell of a time, and somebody’s going to make big, fat credits.”

“How do you know so much about this — what, Immortal Blossom — if its cultivation is limited to the Eden Colony?”

“Because I’m the top in my field, I do my homework, and my daughter happens to be head beekeeper on Eden. A licensed lab, such as this, or a horticulture expert can, with limitations, import a specimen.”

“You mean we’ve already got some of these down here, on planet?”

“Mostly replicas, harmless simulations, but some of the genuine article. Regulated — for indoor, controlled use only. Now, I’ve got roses to graft. Take the report and the two samples to your bright boys at Cop Central. If they can’t put it all together from that, they ought to be hanged anyway.”

“You all right, Peabody?” Cautious, Eve kept a firm hand on Peabody’s arm as she opened the car door.

“Yeah, just really relaxed.”

“Too relaxed to drive,” Eve noted. “I was going to have you drop me off at the florist. Plan B, we swing by and get you something to eat to counteract your flower sniffing, then you take the samples and Engrave’s report by the lab.”

“Dallas.” Peabody let her head rest against the seat back. “I really feel wonderful.”

Cautious, Eve eyed her. “You’re not going to kiss me or anything?”

Peabody slanted her a look. “You’re not my type. Anyway, I don’t feel particularly sexy. Just good. If taking that stuff is anything like smelling that flower, people are going to go crazy for it.”

“Yeah. Someone’s already gone crazy enough to kill three people.”

Eve dashed into the florist shop. She had twenty minutes on the outside if she was going to track down her other suspects, badger them, get back to the station to file her report, and make the press conference.

She spotted Roarke loitering near a display of small, flowering trees.

“Our floral consultant is waiting for us.”

“Sorry.” She wondered why anyone would want trees that were less than a foot tall. They made her feel like a freak. “I’m backed up.”

“I just walked in myself. Was Dr. Engrave helpful?”

“And then some. She’s quite a character.” She followed him under a trellis of fragrant vines. “I got a load of Anna-6.”

“Ah, the Anna line. I think it’s going to be a hit.”

“Especially with teenage boys.”

Roarke laughed and urged her through. “Mark, this is my fiancee, Eve Dallas.”