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He pressed a kiss to her brow, then stepped into the room “But, we have to keep our hand in”

chapter sixteen

Compared to the rest of the house she’d seen, this rooidly for work No fancy statues, dripping chandeliers The wide, U-shaped console, the base for co devices, was unrelieved black, studded with controls, sliced with slots and screens

Eve had heard that IRCCA had the swankiest base system in the country She suspected Roarke’s matched it

Eve was no colance that the equipment here was vastly superior to any the New York Police and Security Department used—or could afford—even in the lofty Electronic Detection Division

The long wall facing the console was taken up by six large monitor screens A second, auxiliary station held a sleek little tele-link, a second laser fax, a hologram send-receive unit, and several other pieces of hardware she didn’t recognize

The trio of comp stations boasted personal monitors with attached ’links

The floor was glazed tile, the diaether like liquid The singlelooked over the city and pulsed with the last lights of the setting sun

It seemed even here, Roarke demanded ambiance

“Quite a setup,” Eve commented

“Not quite as comfortable as my office, but it has the basics” He moved behind the main console, placed his palm on the identiscreen “Roarke Open operations”

After a discreet hulowed on “New palestured to Eve “Cleared for yellow status”

At his nod, Eve pressed her hand to the screen, felt the faint war “Dallas”

“There you are” Roarke took his seat “The system will accept your voice and hand commands”

“What’s yellow status?”