Delusion in Death

fight to take it from him. It feels like a war. That’s why Summerset’s Urbans connection rings for me.”
    “Not old-style, hand-to-hand or weapon-against-weapon,” Roarkeput in. “But the more dispassionate, distant style of dropping a bomb from a great height, or launching a missile—or, more accurately, the cold science of germ and biological warfare.”
    “That’s what it is—warfare. Cold, dispassionate, and distant. But to start a war, or wage a battle, you have to want something.”
    “It’s possible all he wanted was to kill, and to see if his method worked, and how well.”
    “Another factor, but if that was it, that was all, I think he’d take credit or taunt. I’m so smart, I’m so clever. Look what I did . Instead we’re into the next day, and there’s no contact. My sense is there’s a connection to the bar and/or somebody in it he doesn’t want coming back on him.”
    She pushed to her feet, strode over to strap on her weapon. “Another high probability, according to the percentages: It’s a strike against a business or corporation whose suits frequent the place. He didn’t get that bonus or promotion, or more probable, got demoted or fired.”
    “I’ve got most of that data as well—or will have by now as I left the search ongoing last night. By the time you compile all these names, you and your team are going to have more suspects—”
    “Persons of interest—for now.”
    “However you want to term it. It’ll take a week to run them, interview them, analyze.”
    “I’m going to cross them with mine. Anyone who pops on both lists, that’s priority. We’ll work through elimination, go with the percentages. I’ll get more manpower for the drone work. Whitney’s going public, so that means we’ll have the cracks and loonies buzzing us—but there may be something in what comes in. We’ll sift through, follow up.”
    She paused, pulled on a jacket. “I need to see the data, and Ineed my boards. There’s time to filter it down some before the briefing.”
    “I’ll give Feeney, and you if you want it, time when and where I can.” He laid a hand on her shoulder as they walked out together. “You’ll contact Mira, make arrangements to talk to her.”
    She actually felt her hackles rise. “I said I would.”
    “Then I trust you will.”
    Even as she walked into her office, Summerset stepped out of Roarke’s. The man had some kind of spooky radar, or he’d found a way to plant tracking devices.
    Either way, it was creepy.
    “I have some information you may want.” He offered her a disc. “There are names on there of people who trust me. Their identities must be protected.”
    “Understood.”
    “Some of the information can’t be officially confirmed, as the files have been sealed if not destroyed.”
    She lifted the disc. “Is this speculation or fact?”
    “The attacks are fact. There were witnesses, including the boy I spoke of last night—though he’s no longer a boy. You have his name now, and his statement as he related it to me. Others I spoke to, who were in the position to know or find out, state the initial investigation was able to identify most of the components of the substance used. The base was lysergic acid diethylamide, commonly called—”
    “LSD. I know what it is.”
    “The other components are on the disc, but as I said, can’t be confirmed. I have a connection who was, during the time, in the King’s Army. We weren’t acquainted during the war, but met some years after. He states a suspect was apprehended after the second attack,taken into custody. The investigation was subsequently closed, and deemed an accident.”
    “An accident?”
    “Officially, yes. Speculation, as he related the rumors that ran through the ranks. The suspect was transported to an unknown location. My acquaintance believes he was executed, but that can’t be verified. Others believe he was held and used to create an antidote, or still others say the military used him to create more of the substance, perhaps others.”
    “No ID on the suspect then?”
    “The theory was, and remains, he—or they—were part of the fringe element who believed society had to be destroyed before it could be rebuilt. The Purging, they called it. They were, thankfully, small groups who used any means to destroy homes, buildings, vehicles—hospitals were a favorite target, as were children.”
    “Children?”
    “They abducted them. Those they abducted they