Her equipment at home was superior to anything the cops could offer—outside of the lauded Electronic Detective Division. The fact was, she had access to equipment superior than the Pentagon’s, in all likelihood. One of her marital side bennies, she thought. Marry one of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful men—one who loved his e-toys—and you got to play with them whenever you liked. More to the point, Roarke would talk her into letting him help her use that equipment. Since Peabody wasn’t around to do any drone work, Eve was planning to let him, without too much of an argument. She liked the diamond angle, and wanted to dig up some data on that. Who better to assist in gathering data regarding a heist than a former thief? Roarke’s murky past could be a definite plus on that end. Marriage, for all its scary pockets and weird corners, was turning out to be a pretty good deal on the whole. It would do him good to play research assistant. Take his mind off the revelations that had reared up out of that murky past and sucker punched him.
