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“Why private residences?” Peabody wanted to know.

“Because he wants me to find it. He wants me there. He’s moved quickly on this one. Why hassle with a lot of security, cameras, people. You get a private home, empty. You get in, do your work, get out.”

She flipped her ’link to transmit when it beeped.

“Only three unoccupied at the moment,” Roarke told her. “The first is on Greenpeace Park Drive. Number eighty-two. I’ll meet you there.”

“Just stay where you are.”

“I’ll meet you there,” he repeated, and broke transmission.

Eve didn’t bother swearing at him, but swung the car away from the curb. She beat him there by thirty seconds, not quite enough time for her to bypass the locks with her master code.

The long black coat he wore against the bite of wind flowed like water, snapped like a whip. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and despite her scowl kissed her lightly. “I have the code,” he said and plugged it in.

The house was tall and narrow to fit the skinny lot. The ceiling soared. The windows were treated to ensure privacy and block UV rays. At the moment, security bars covered them so that the sunlight shot individual cells onto the polished tile floors.

Eve drew her weapon, gestured Peabody to the left. “You’re with me,” she told Roarke, and started up the curving flow of the staircase. “We’re going to talk about this later.”

“Of course we are.” And he wouldn’t mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?

But he kept a hand in that pocket, firm over the grip as he watched her search each room, watched those cool eyes scan corner to corner.

“Why is a place like this empty?” she wanted to know after she’d assured herself it was indeed empty.

“It won’t be next week. We’re renting it, furnished, primarily on the short term to off-planet businesses who don’t care to have their high execs in hotels. We’ll furnish staff, droid or human.”

“Classy.”

“We try.” He smiled at Peabody as they descended the stairs. “All clear, Officer?”

“Nothing here except a couple really lucky spiders.”

“Spiders?” Lifting a brow, Roarke took out his memo and plugged in a note to contact the exterminators.

“Where’s the next place?” Eve asked him.

“It’s only a couple of blocks. I’ll lead you over.”

“You could give me the code and go home.”

He brushed a hand over her hair as they stepped outside. “No, I couldn’t.”

The second home was back off the street, tucked behind now leafless trees. Though houses crowded in on either side, residents had sacrificed their yards for privacy. Trees and shrubs formed a high fence between buildings.

Eve felt her blood begin to stir. Here, she thought, in this quiet, wealthy arena, where the houses were soundproofed and protected from prying eyes, murder would be a private business.

“He’d like this one,” she said under her breath. “This would suit him. Decode it,” she told Roarke, then gestured for Peabody to move to the right.

Eve shifted in front of Roarke, opened the door herself. That was all it took.

She smelled fresh death.

Shawn Conroy’s luck had run out in a gorgeously appointed parlor, just off a small, elegant foyer. His blood stained the wild roses climbing over the antique rug. His arms were stretched wide as if in supplication. His palms had been nailed to the floor.

“Don’t touch anything.” She gripped Roarke’s arm before he could step inside. “You’re not to go in. You’ll contaminate the scene. You give me your word you won’t go in or I’ll lock you outside. Peabody and I have to check the rest of the house.”

“I won’t go in.” He turned his head, and his eyes were hot with emotions she couldn’t name. “He’ll be gone.”

“I know. We check the house anyway. Peabody, take the back. I’ll do upstairs.”

There was nothing and no one, which was what she’d expected. To give herself a moment alone with Roarke, she sent Peabody out to the unit for her field kit.

“He wants it to be personal,” she began.

“It is personal. I grew up with Shawn. I knew his family. His younger brother and