Free Fantasy in Death by J. D. Robb

offices off-planet, so they’re either missing that market altogether, or the cost of distributing their products to that market would be prohibitive.”
    He arched his brows. “Well now, my heart swells with pride. Listen to the business acumen.”
    “Be a smartass, lose the candy.”
    “Why don’t you come over here and try to take it?” Smiling now, he patted his knee in invitation.
    Oh yeah, he was feeling better.
    “I don’t know anything about the game market, except it has to be almost no-fail. People want to play, all the damn time. In arcades, at home, at parties, in the office. So why can’t a company that’s been in the game of games for over half a century make it work?”
    “Because they’ve invested more, at least in the last decade, in marketing and execs than in creative minds and new technology, and they’ve continued to ignore the off-planet market, considering it too small and cost prohibitive.” He shrugged as he took another bite of the candy bar. “They’re stuck in a certain mind-set, and if it doesn’t change, and soon, they’ll shortly be a generation behind.”
    “Okay, so they overpay the suits and figure if it was good enough ten years ago, it’s good enough now.”
    “Basically. The two people who founded it fifty-odd years ago sold it off during its prime. It’s had its ups and downs since, as companies will. At this point it’s in a slow but steady downswing.”
    “Something like U-Play’s Fantastical would change the swing.”
    “It could, absolutely, if developed and marketed well. Is this your motive?”
    “Might be. DuVaugne paid a source nearly a hundred and fifty thousand, so far, for data on the program. He’s a VP at Synch.”
    “In Development,” Roarke added. “I looked him up on the way down. He’d be a hero if he brought the company this idea, and the means to create it. I imagine his contract with them includes bonus clauses. He’d rake in quite a bit, and for a very small investment.”
    “Which is a very nice motive for murder, or for making another investment and hiring it out. He’s also got a fairly new and very young second wife. I bet she likes the high life.”
    He smiled at her. “Most do.”
    “Uh-huh. So, when down the road a couple decades if you think about ditching me for fresh? Remember who carries a weapon.”
    “Something I never forget. Or fail to appreciate.”
    “Okay. I need to have a little chat with DuVaugne.”
    “I’d be interested in chatting with him myself.”
    “Can’t do it. Can’t,” she repeated, shaking her head. “You’re a competitor, and it could sour my chances of shaking him out. Complicate them anyway.”
    “Fair enough.”
    “I should touch base with Morris, and I want another pass at the scene. Keep me updated on the e-work.”
    “I’ll do that, but I want to go with you to Bart’s.”
    She started to speak, stopped and reconsidered. “You might be handy there.”
    “I do what I can.” He balled up the candy wrapper, two-pointed it into the recycler before he rose. “Thanks for the candy.”
    She smiled. “What candy?”
    5
    “Do you think the penis ever gets tired?” As she drove, Eve turned her head toward Peabody, tipped down the shades she rarely remembered to wear. “Whose?”
    “Anybody’s. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: For God’s sake, pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-hoo! Here we go again!”
    “Is this germane to the case, or have you lapsed into girl talk?”
    “It springs from the case. I was thinking about that asshole Dubrosky. There he is banging away at Britt Casey yesterday afternoon. A triple-header, according to her. Floor,” she said, ticking it off on her fingers, “bed, and against the door. Then last night he’s bucking with Roland in fantasy game-play. Pirate captain and cabin boy.”
    “Stop.”
    “Wait. And this morning? He sneaks in a coffee and a quickie with Chelsea Saxton, then gets a follow-up bj in the