In Death Collection: Books 30-32 by J.D. Robb Page B

the interviews. Do you have a minute now?”
    He wouldn’t have always asked, she remembered. And she wouldn’t have always known to get up, to go to him, to offer a moment of comfort.
    â€œSorry about your friend,” she said when her arms were around him.
    She kept the embrace brief—after all, the walls were glass—but she felt some of the tension seep out of him before she drew back.
    â€œI didn’t know him well, not really. I can’t say we were friends, though we were friendly. It’s such a bloody waste.”
    He paced away to the wall, looked out through the glass. “He and his mates were building something here. Too many holes in it yet, but they’ve done well for themselves. Creative and bright, and young enough to pour it all in.”
    â€œWhat kind of holes?”
    He glanced back, smiled a little. “You’d pull that one thing out of the rest. And I imagine though e-work’s not your strongest suit, you’ve seen some of those holes already.”
    â€œMore than one person knows a secret, it’s not a secret anymore.”
    â€œThere’s that. Electronically it looks as though he covered the bases, and very well. It’ll take some doing to get through all of it, and I’m told you’ve already lost a key piece of evidence.”
    â€œSelf-destructed, but they got enough to give me the springboard. How much do you know about this game, this Fantastical?”
    â€œVirtual/holo combo, fantasy role-playing, varied scenarios at player’s choice. Heightened sensory levels, keyed through readouts of the player’s nervous system and brain waves.”
    That pretty much summed up the big top secret project, she thought. “And when did you know that much?”
    â€œOh, some time ago. Which is one of the holes here. Too many of his people knew too much, and people will talk.”
    â€œDo you know Milt Dubrosky?”
    â€œNo, should I?”
    â€œNo. It just erases a possible complication. If the technology developed for this game is so cutting-edge, why don’t you have it?”
    â€œActually, we’ve something I suspect is quite similar in development.” He wandered over to Vending, scanned, walked away again. “But my people don’t talk.”
    â€œBecause they’re paid very well, and because they’re afraid of you.”
    â€œYes. I’m sure Bart paid his people as well as he could, but there wouldn’t have been any fear.” He touched her arm, just a brush of fingertips, as he wandered the room. “They’d like him, and quite a bit. He’d be one of them. It’s a mistake to be too much one of your own as they’ll never see you as fully in charge.”
    â€œWhen did you last see or speak with him?”
    â€œOh, four or five months back anyway. I was down this way for a meeting and ran into him on the street. I bought him a beer, and we caught up a bit.”
    Restless, Eve thought. Pacing was normally her deal. Then he sighed once, and seemed to settle.
    â€œOne of my scouts brought him to my attention when Bart was still in college. After I’d read the report and done a little checking myself, I arranged a meeting. I guess he was twenty. God. So fresh, so earnest. I offered him a job, a paid internship until he got his degree, and a full-time position thereafter.”
    â€œThat’s a hell of an offer,” Eve commented.
    â€œHe’d have been a hell of a recruit. But he told me he had plans to start up his own company, with three friends. He outlined his business model for me there and then, and asked for my advice.” Roarke smiled a little, just a slight curve of those wonderfully carved lips. “He disarmed me, I have to say. I ended up meeting with the four of them a few times, and doing what I could to help them avoid some pitfalls. I don’t suppose this one any of us could have anticipated.”
    â€œIf he was