Delusion in Death

saw the boards. “That’s considerable progress.”
    “It’s a hell of a lot more names, faces, possibles, and angles. I haven’t decided if that’s progress.”
    “Motives. Money, power, jealousy, revenge.”
    “Line up the usual suspects.”
    “And religious fanaticism,” Mira added with fresh interest. “The Red Horse cult? They were broken before the end of the Urbans. Do you believe they’ve reformed?”
    “I doubt it, but fanatics find like minds.”
    “I don’t see the connection.”
    “I’ll explain.”
    “They were greatly feared for the few years they purged. I had friends in Europe, where they were most prevalent.”

    “I’d like your opinion on this angle once I brief the team.” Her promise to Roarke gnawed at her. “I’d like some time today, if you have it.”
    “I’ve cleared my day to focus on this. Any time you need.”
    “Ah, this is mostly personal, so—”
    “Of course.” Mira’s eyes met hers. “I’ll be available when you need me.”
    Get it over with , Eve told herself, like a dose of nasty medicine . “Maybe we could take a few minutes after the briefing. That way it’ll be off both our plates.”
    “All right.”
    They began to filter in, the detectives, the uniforms, the e-team. The room buzzed with voices, scraping chair legs, shuffling feet.
    She took her place, waited a beat. “Before you each give your own reports, I’m going to give you a fresh overview. As you can see we’ve added a selection of persons of interest.”
    She ran them through it, focusing on the twelve people who’d come up in the cross-match search.
    “We’re going to add another factor to the scans. Connections to the Urban-era cult Red Horse, or any connection to cults or fringe religious or political groups. Peabody, give the team summary of Red Horse.”
    “We didn’t have much out of them in New York,” Feeney commented when Peabody finished. “Had a couple hits, I remember they took credit for. They didn’t last long here. People fight back, and fight dirty when you go after their kids.”
    “My source has verified that there were two incidents in Europe, credited to Red Horse. Cafés where the substance we’re dealing with—one with the same elements we’ve identified, and with the same results—was employed. The same substance,” she repeated,“that the investigators identified. Before the government shut down the investigation, then closed and covered it. The cover-up included the apprehension of a suspect whose identity is unknown. Where he was taken is unknown. Whether he was executed, imprisoned or used to develop the substance or other chemical and biological weapons is unknown.”
    She let the conversation on politics, cover-ups, the feds run its course.
    “There’s a connection,” Eve continued. “And we need to find it. I trust Mira’s profile. This isn’t about politics or grand agendas. But the UNSUB has some connection to Red Horse or the cover-up or the original creator of the chemical.
    “Feeney, I’d like to use Detective Callendar, and whoever you feel is your best in this area to dig for that connection. We need solid e-skills on this. Records were spottily kept during the Urbans.”
    “You’ll work with Nickson,” Feeney told Callendar.
    “I’m all over it.”
    “Anything to add from EDD, Feeney?”
    “We don’t have much, and nothing that adds at this point.”
    “Baxter?”
    “Stewart, Adam. You’ve got him up there. Sister, Amie Stewart’s one of the vics.”
    “Trust fund babies.” Eve flipped through her list of victims. “She was in-house legal for Dynamo. And he’s currently unemployed, and borrowing heavily from the trust.”
    “We got some of that,” Baxter continued. “Plus he buzzed. He’s got something going. He’s off, Dallas. And he was jittery, trying to pull off the grieving sib, comfort the parents. It didn’t play. We earmarked him, too.”
    “Bring him in. Toast him some.”

    He gave her two more, another of which crossed with hers.
    She called on Jenkinson and Reineke, got four with three crosses.
    “Prioritize the board, Peabody. Stewart, Adam—connect to Stewart, Amie. Berkowitz, Ivan—connect to Quinz, Cherie. Callaway, Lewis—connect to Cattery, Joseph. Burke, Analisa—connect to Burke, John. McBride, Sean, connect to Garrison, Paul. Add Lester, Devon, manager of the bar, and Lester, Christopher, his brother, a chemist.
    “These are the next wave of interviews. Work them. Dig in