“He’s—” She started to pass it off. But this was Mira. “What happened with Mick Connelly’s still weighing on him some. He’s dealing with it, but it’s, I don’t know. . . . It’s knocked him off stride some.”
“Grief levels us. We go on, we do what’s necessary, but there’s a shadow on the heart. Knowing you’re there for him lightens the shadow.”
“He’s horned in on the investigation, and I haven’t given him as hard a time about it as I probably would have otherwise.”
“You’re a good team, in a number of areas.” Mira sampled the tea, approved it. “I imagine he has some concerns about you standing as primary in this type of investigation.”
“Sexual homicides. I’ve done them before, I’ll do them again. I know how to handle it.”
“I agree. And from your reports, from the thinking aloud I overheard, you’ve already formed your own profile.” Mira slipped a disc out of her bag. “And now you have mine.”
Eve turned the disc in her hand. “One profile?”
Mira sat back, watching Eve as she sipped her tea. “Two. There are two, whether individuals or personalities I can’t tell you with absolute certainty. While multiple personality syndrome is rare, except in fiction, it does exist.”
“I don’t think this is MPS. I read up on it last night,” she explained when Mira looked surprised. “The same basic method, the same basic motivation, the same staging. But two different styles, two different target types. He used a condom or spermicide, sealed his hands with the second victim, but left DNA and latents with the first. If it was MPS there’d be more distinction. One personality to hunt, another to kill. One to hunt and kill, the other to function normally. This is two guys, two, working together and taking turns at bat.”
“I’m inclined to agree, but I can’t rule out MPS.” She crossed her legs, settling in comfortably to the talk of murder and madness. “The first murder appears to be accidental, or consciously unplanned. There is the possibility that the thrill and fear of the first triggered the more deliberate and more violent tone of the second. ‘Turns at bat’ is an accurate analogy. He, or they, are game players. There’s a need here to dominate women, to debase them, but to do so with what is perceived as style and charm. Romance and seduction. The sexual act is wholly selfish, but would be rationalized as mutually satisfying as with the drug the victims would be eager and aggressive.”
“More punch because as it happens she’s looking at him as a sexual creature, a desire. Because, at the core of it, he’s the focus.”
“Precisely,” Mira agreed. “It’s not rape in the traditional sense, which uses force, violence, or intimidation. He doesn’t look for fear, but for surrender. He’s smart, patient. He spends time getting to know them—their fantasies, their hopes, their weaknesses. Then plays on them and fashions himself into those fantasies. Pink roses. Not red for passion, not white for purity. Pink for romance.”
“We’re dealing with two very specific, very technical skills. Computer technology and chemistry. I have new data and have run a probability on it. It’s very likely that a third alias is in use, for the purpose of selling sexual illegals. High-end illegals. One of these guys knows his drugs. How to get them, more, in my opinion, how to create them. Maybe he risks selling them because it’s how he makes his living. But I think it’s more. I think he feeds on risk.”
“Agreed.” Mira inclined her head. “He likes to take chances. Calculated ones.”
“The computer technology is ace. When Roarke’s impressed, you can be damn sure the skill’s earned it. Is MPS going to give one guy two highly developed skills in different areas?”
“Again, not impossible.” Noting the impatience that crossed Eve’s face, Mira gestured. “You want a yes or no, and I can’t oblige you. I could give you case st
udies, Eve, but they wouldn’t hold up against your instincts. We’ll say two, for the sake of argument. Two individuals. One is fanciful, lives in his head a great deal. His female ideal is sharp and sexy and sophisticated. He wants to enthrall her as much as he wants to dominate and conquer her. He’s a man who can and does become caught up in the moment.”
“He sent roses to Bankhead at work,” Eve pointed out. “Grace Lutz received no roses.”
“The second is more calculating, more deliberate, and potentially more violent. He doesn’t delude himself to the same extent as the first that this is romance. He knows it’s rape. Accepts that. He wants youth and innocence because he wants to possess then destroy them.”
“The second would be the dominant partner.”
“Yes, almost certainly. But they do have a symbiotic relationship. They need each other, not only for the details and the skills, but for the reinforcement of ego. Male to male approval, as when Arena Ball players slap each other on the ass, or catch each other in headlocks after a score.”
“Teamwork. I pass, you kick, and we make the goal.”
“Yes. This is a great game to them.” Mira set her tea aside, toyed absently with the pearl on the end of her chain. “And they need the competition. They are defective and brilliant minds with young, spoiled boys’ egos. Manipulators who didn’t learn to be that way overnight. They come from money and privilege, are used to demanding or taking what they want as they want it, and with impunity. They deserve it.”
“They’d have played games before,” Eve put in. “Nothing to this level. They’ve worked up to this.”
“Oh yes. One mind or two, they’ve known each other a very long time and shared a great deal. There’s a lack of maturity that leads me to believe they may very well be in the same age bracket as their victims. Early twenties. Mid-twenties at best. They don’t simply enjoy the finer things. They must have them.”
“Outward appearances,” Eve added. “The snazzy clothes, the status of the wine labels, the exclusive venues for the dates.”
“Mmm. Status and exclusivity are vital. And what’s more, I think, what they’re accustomed to. To deny themselves or be denied is intolerable. Under the sheen of romance is a fear and a hatred for women. Look for a mother figure who was either dominant and abusive or weak and abused. Neglectful or overly protective. A man, particularly in his youth, most usually forms opinions and images of women based on his opinion and image of the woman who raised him.”
She thought of Roarke and of herself. Motherless child. “What if he doesn’t know her?”
“Then he forms them another way. But a man who seeks to exploit and hurt and abuse women will certainly have some female figure in his life who these represent to him.”
“If I stop one, do I stop both?”