The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [740]
“Cram the etiquette lesson. Tell Roarke I’m working in his office and I require some of his attention. Now.”
Pleased to save time, and to have been able to tell Summerset to cram anything, she backtracked and sat at Roarke’s desk.
“Engage computer.”
One moment, please, to verify authorization by voice scan. Verified, Darling Eve. Engaged.
“Christ, what if somebody hears that? Don’t you know there are cops in the damn woodwork around here? Search all data, Triangle Group.”
Searching . . . Triangle Group, licensed real estate brokerage company, subsidiary of Five-By Corporation.
“Location or locations of Triangle Group’s offices or company headquarters.”
Working . . . Triangle Group is listed as an electronic company with base office 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, East Washington.
“Display map, East Washington. Highlight given address.”
Map displayed. Highlighted location is The White House.
“Yeah, even I knew that. Little power trip. Search data on Five-By Corporation.”
She leaned back as the computer fed her data, then glanced over as Roarke came in.
“You needed something?”
“Kirkendall acquired real estate near two of the targets. Prime stuff, good investment. Looks like he kept them. Using a couple of blinds, or a couple we’ve got so far. Triangle Group out of Five-By Corporation.”
“Triangle.” He moved toward her, brushed her out of his chair. “Logical. Five-By? Is that an indication there are two more prime players in this?”
“Five-by-five.”
“Is twenty-five?”
“No, not math. Military term.”
“You’ve got one on me.”
“It’s like loud and clear. Like I hear you fine. Everything’s solid. Like that.”
“Ah.” He looked over what she’d already done. “The White House. Don’t we think a lot of ourselves? And the parent organization is ostensibly housed in the Pentagon and the UN, and I believe this is Buckingham Palace. However grand their delusions, they don’t make much of a blip in the business world. I’ve never heard of either company. Let’s just see what we see.”
“Can I leave you on this a minute? I need to update the commander. It might keep them off my ass a while longer.”
“Go on, but pop downstairs and see if all’s well, will you? I left Mavis as acting host, and Christ knows what she might think up.”
She made the call, and put off her social obligations long enough to pop in on Feeney as he was wrapping up.
Once she made it down, she found all the adults, including Elizabeth, in the parlor.
“They’re fine,” Elizabeth told her. “Having such a good time I thought I’d let them hang together, as Kevin says, for a little while.”
“Good. Okay. Fine.”
“Don’t worry about us,” Mira told her. “It’s obvious you’ve had something come up. We can easily entertain ourselves for a while.”
“Even better.”
In the game room Nixie and Kevin took a break from the machines. She liked having another kid around, even if he was a boy. And his mother and father seemed nice. His mother had even played Intergalactic War with them. And nearly won, too.
But she was glad she’d gone away for a while. There were things you couldn’t say with adults around.
“How come you don’t talk like your mom and dad?” Nixie wanted to know.
“I talk like everybody.”
“No, they have a sort of accent. It’s different. How come you don’t?”
“Maybe because they haven’t been my mom and dad the whole time. But they are now.”
“They, like, adopted you?”
“We had a party when they did. Almost like a birthday. There was chocolate cake.”
“That’s nice.” She thought it was, but there was a jittery feeling in her stomach. “Did somebody kill your real mom and dad?”
“My other mom,” he corrected. “Because I have a real mom. You get to be real when you’re adopted.”
“I mean your other. Did somebody kill her?”
“Nuh-uh.” He began to pet Galahad, who’d deigned to stay and have his belly rubbed. “Sometimes she’d go away, and I’d get hungry. Sometimes she’d be nice, and sometimes she’d hit me. ‘Smack the crap out of you, little bastard.’ ” He grinned when he said it, but it wasn’t a pleasant expression. “That’s how her face looked when she hit. But my