Immortal in Death (In Death #3)(90)

“Yeah, I know.” She wanted to say things, foolish things, private things. “I’m going to be pretty tied up myself for a while,” she said instead. “See you when you get back.”

“You might check your office, Lieutenant. Mavis has been trying to reach you most of the day. It appears you’ve missed your last fitting. Leonardo is… distraught.”

Eve did her best to ignore Casto’s quick chuckle. “I’ve got other things on my mind.”

“Don’t we all? Find a minute to deal with him, darling. For my sake. Let’s get all those people out of our house.”

“I wanted to boot them out days ago. I thought you liked having all those people around.”

“And I thought he was your brother,” Roarke murmured.

“What?”

“Old joke. No, Eve, I don’t like having all those people around. They are, in a word, maniacs. I found Galahad cowering under the bed just now. Someone has covered him with beads and tiny red bows. It’s mortifying, for both of us.”

She bit down on her tongue to hold back the snort of laughter. Roarke wasn’t looking amused. “Now that I know they’re driving you crazy, I feel better. We’ll move them along.”

“Do that. Oh, and I’m afraid there might be a few details for next Saturday you’ll have to handle while I’m gone. Summerset has the memos. My transport’s waiting.” She watched him signal to someone off screen, then his eyes locked back on hers. “See you in a few days, Lieutenant.”

“Yeah.” The screen went blank as she muttered. “Bon f**king voyage.”

“Well, hell, Eve. If you need to run off to your dressmaker, or take your cat to therapy, Peabody and I can handle this minor matter of murder.”

Eve’s lips stretched in a vicious smile. “Bite me, Casto.”

Despite his many annoying qualities, Casto had solid instincts. Redford wasn’t going to break any time soon. Eve worked him hard and had the mild satisfaction of pinning him on the illegals charges, but a confession to multiple murder just wasn’t happening.

“Let’s see if I’ve got this straight.” She rose. She needed to stretch her legs. She poured coffee. “It was Pandora who told you about Immortality. And that was?”

“As I said, about a year and a half ago, perhaps a little more.” He was iced down now, totally in control. The illegals charges could be dealt with, particularly from the angle he’d chosen. “She came to me with a business proposition. Or so she termed it. She claimed to have access to a formula, something that would revolutionize the beauty and health industry.”

“A beauty aid. And she didn’t mention the illegal or the dangerous qualities.”

“Not at that time. She needed backing to start the line. One she intended to launch under her name.”

“Did she show you the formula?”

“She did not. As I told you before, she strung me along, made promises. Admittedly, it was poor judgment on my part. I was sexually addicted to her, a weakness she exploited. At the same time, the business aspect seemed to have merit. She was using the product in tablet form. And the results were impressive. I could see that it made her look younger, more fit. It increased her energy and her sexual drive. Marketed correctly, a product such as that would generate enormous profit. I wanted the money for some commercially risky projects.”

“You wanted the money, so you continued to pay her, little dribs and drabs, without being fully informed.”

“For a time. I did grow impatient and made demands. She made more promises. I began to suspect that she intended to go out on her own or that she was working with someone else. Using me. So I took a sample for myself.”

“Took a sample?”

He took his time answering, as if he was still Grafting the words. “I took her key while she was sleeping and unlocked the box where she kept the tablets. I, in the interest of protecting my investment, took a few to have them analyzed.”

“And when did you steal the drug, in the interest of protecting your investment?”

“Theft is not established,” the lawyer interrupted. “My client had paid, in good faith, for the product.”

“Okay, we’ll rephrase. When did you decide to take a more active interest in your business investment?”

“About six months ago. I took the samples to a contact I have in chemical analysis and paid him for a private report.”

“And learned…”

Redford paused to study his fingers. “I learned that the product did indeed have the properties Pandora had promised. However, it was addictive, which pushed it automatically into the illegals category. It was also potentially lethal when taken regularly over a long period of time.”

“And being a righteous man, you counted your losses and pulled out of the deal.”

“Being righteous is not a legal requirement,” Redford said mildly. “And I had an investment to protect. I decided to do some research to see if the unacceptable side effects could be diminished or eradicated. I believe we accomplished that, or nearly.”

“So you used Jerry Fitzgerald as a guinea pig.”

“That was a miscalculation. Perhaps I was overeager as Pandora continued to push for more money and made statements that indicated she was about to go public with the product. I wanted to beat her to it, and knew that Jerry would be the perfect spokeswoman. She agreed, for a fee, to try the product my people had refined. In a liquid form. Science makes mistakes, Lieutenant. The drug was still, as we learned too late, highly addictive.”