Ceremony in Death (In Death 5) - Page 39

“All right.” Eve spoke quietly, looking up into his eyes. “But you think about this, Lobar. People are dead. Somebody’s going to be next. It might just be you.”

His lips trembled, then firmed. “It might just be you,” he shot back and slammed out of the booth.

“What an attractive young man,” Roarke commented. “I do believe he’ll be a delightful addition to Hell.”

“That may be where he’s going.” After a quick glance around, Eve nudged the empty glass into her bag. “I want to find out where he came from. I can run his prints at home.”

“Fine.” He rose, took her arm. “But I want a shower first. This place leaves something nasty coated on the skin.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Robert Allen Mathias,” Eve stated, reading data off her monitor. “Turned eighteen six months ago. Born in Kansas City, Kansas, son of Jonathan and Elaine Mathias, both of whom are Baptist deacons.”

“A PK.” Roarke put in. “Preacher’s kid. Some can rebel in extreme manners. Looks like little Bobby has.”

“History of problems,” Eve continued. “I got his juvie file here. Petty theft, break in, truancy, assault. Ran way from home four times before he hit thirteen. At fifteen, after a joy ride that landed him a grand theft auto, his parents had him termed legally incorrigible. Did a year at a state school, which ended with him being kicked to a state institution after an attempted rape on a teacher.”

“Bobby’s a sweetheart,” Roarke murmured. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to jab his little red eyes out. They kept latching onto your breasts.”

“Yeah.” Unconsciously, Eve rubbed a hand over them as if to erase something vile. “Psych profile’s pretty much what you’d expect. Sociopathic tendencies, lack of control, violent mood swings. Subject harbors deep, unresolved resentment toward parents and authority figures, particularly female. Displays both fear and resentment toward females. Intelligence rating, high, violence quotient, high. Subject displays complete lack of conscience and an abnormal interest in the occult.”

“Then what is he doing out on the street? Why isn’t he in treatment?”

“Because it’s the law. You have to kick him when he turns eighteen. Until you nail him as an adult, he’s clear.” Eve puffed out her cheeks, blew out the air. “He’s a dangerous little bastard, but there’s not much I can do about him. He corroborates Selina’s statement for the night of Alice’s death.”

“He’d have been instructed to,” Roarke pointed out.

“Still sticks—unless I can break it.” She pushed back. “I’ve got his current address. I can check it out, knock on doors. See if his neighbors can give me something on him. If I can get him in on something, lay on some pressure, I think little Bobby would break.”

“Otherwise?”

“Otherwise, we keep digging.” She rubbed her eyes.

“We’ll deal with him. Sooner or later, he’ll revert to type—bust somebody’s face, assault some woman, kick the wrong ass. Then we’ll lock him in a cage.”

“Your job is miserable.”

“Most of the time,” she agreed, then looked over her shoulder. “Are you tired?”

“Depends.” He glanced at the screen where Lobar’s data scrolled. He had an image of her diving deeper, spending the quiet hours of night wading through the muck. He didn’t bother to sigh. “What do you need?”

“You.” She could feel her color rise as he lifted a curious brow. “I know it’s late, and it’s been a long day. I guess I was thinking of it kind of like the shower. Something to wash away the grime.” Embarrassed, she turned back, stared hard at the screen. “Stupid.”

It was always hard for her to ask, he mused. For anything. “Not the most romantic proposal I’ve ever had.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, massaged gently. “But far from stupid. Disengage,” he ordered and the screen went dark. He turned her chair around, drew her to her feet. “Come to bed.”

“Roarke.” She put her arms around him, held tight. She couldn’t explain how or why the images she’d seen that night had left something inside her shaky. With him, she didn’t have to. “I love you.”

Smiling a little, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “It’s getting easier to say. I think I’m starting to like it.”

With a short laugh, he pressed a kiss to her chin. “Come to bed,” he repeated, “and say it again.”

The rite was ancient, its purpose dark. Cloaked and masked, the coven gathered in the private chamber. The scent of blood was fresh and strong. The flames spearing above black candles flickered to send shadows slithering over the walls like spiders hunting prey.

Selina chose to be the altar and lay naked, a candle burning between her thighs, a bowl of sacrificial blood nestled between her generous breasts.

She smiled as she glanced toward the silver bowl overflowing with the cash and credits the membership had paid for the privilege to belong. Their wealth was now her wealth. The master had saved her from a scrabbling life on the streets and brought her here, into power and into comfort.

She had gladly traded her soul for them.

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