In Death 04 - Rapture in Death

William started toward the door. "We'd love to have that personal take on the new unit as soon as you can manage it."
    "And she calls me a slave driver. Tonight, before I leave."
    "Wonderful. Later, Eve."
    "Food, Reeanna. I'm dreaming of coquille St. Jacques." William was laughing as he pulled her out of the door.
    "I didn't mean to break up your meeting," Eve began.
    "You didn't. And you've given me a breather before I have to dig into a mountain of status reports. I've had all the data on that VR unit you're concerned about transmitted. I've skimmed the surface, but I've found nothing out of line so far."
    "That's something." She'd rest easier once she could eliminate that angle.
    "William would be able to spot any problem quicker," he added. "But as he and Ree were in on the development, I didn't think you'd care to pass it by him."
    "No. Let's keep it close."
    "Reeanna was concerned about you. So am I."
    "She gave me a going-over. She's good."
    "Yes, she is." Still, he tipped Eve's face back with a fingertip. "You've got a headache."
    "What's the point of illegal brain scans when you can already see into my head?" She closed her hand over his wrist before he could drop his arm. "I can't see into yours. It's annoying."
    "I know." His lips curved as he pressed them to her brow. "I love you. Ridiculously."
    "I didn't come here for this," she murmured when his arms wound around her.
    "Take a minute anyway. I need it." He could feel the outline of the diamond around her neck, one she had worn first reluctantly, and now habitually. "That'll do it." He eased her back, pleased that she'd held on another moment. She so rarely held on. "What's on your mind, Lieutenant?"
    "Peabody dug up a thin connection between Barrow and Mathias. I want to see if I can tighten it. How much trouble would it be to access underground transmissions, using MIT's on-line services as a starting point?"
    His eyes lighted. "I love a challenge." He moved around the desk, engaged his unit, then slid open a hidden panel under it, flicked a switch manually.
    "What's that?" Her teeth went on edge. "Is that a block system? Did you just tune out Compuguard?"
    "That would be illegal, wouldn't it?" he said cheerfully. He reached over his shoulder to pat her hand. "Don't ask the question, Lieutenant, if you don't want to hear the answer. Now, what time period are you interested in, particularly?"
    Scowling, she dug out her log, read off the dates of Mathias's attendance at MIT. "I'm looking for Mathias specifically. I don't know what line names he used yet. Feeney's getting them."
    "Oh, I think I can find them for you. Why don't you see about ordering us a meal? No reason to go hungry."
    "Coquille St. Jacques?" she said dryly.
    "Steak. Rare." He slid out a keyboard and began to work manually.

CHAPTER NINETEEN
    Eve ate standing up, breathing down Roarke's neck. When he'd had enough of that, he simply reached around and pinched her.
    "Back off."
    "I'm just trying to see." But she backed off. "You've been at it a half hour."
    He imagined, with the equipment available at Cop Central, even Feeney would have taken twice as long to get to that same point. "Darling Eve," he said, then sighed when she only frowned at him. "There are layers here, Lieutenant. Layers over layers. That's why they call it underground. I've located two of the coded names our young, doomed autotonics ace used. There'll be more. Still, it takes some doing to unscramble transmissions."
    He turned the machine on auto so he could enjoy his own dinner.
    "It's all just games, isn't it?" Eve shifted so she could see the screen run with figures and odd symbols as it worked. "Just grown-up kids playing games. Secret societies. Hell, they're just high-tech clubhouses."
    "More or less. Most of us enjoy diversions, Eve. Games, fantasies, the anonymity of a computer mask so we can pretend we're someone else for a time."
    Games, she thought again. Maybe it all boiled down to games, and she just hadn't looked closely enough at the rules and players. "What's wrong with being who you are?"
    "It's not enough for everyone. And this sort of thing attracts the lonely and the egocentric."
    "And fanatics."
    "Certainly. E-services, particularly underground ones, provide the fanatic with an open forum." He cocked a brow, cut neatly into his steak. "They also provide a service -- educational for that matter -- informative, intellectual. And can be perfectly harmless entertainment. They're legal," he reminded her.