Delusion in Death

him.”
    “He wanted to buy the bar.”
    “I’m aware. His partner, Quirk, told me Devon had looked into buying it some months back, but didn’t have the funds.”
    “You have them.”
    “Yes. I would’ve lent him the money, and offered knowing full well he’d refuse. We’re stiff-necked, you could say. Pride is a Lester family trait—or flaw, depending. I can also tell you Devon was pleased when Roarke purchased the property as it gave him confidence it would be well-funded, and marketed.”
    “Price should be going down after this.”
    He shot Eve a look of pained amusement. “Lieutenant, do youseriously think a man like Devon would bring about the horror of what happened at On the Rocks so he’d lower the market value of the property into line with his own finances? He’d never deliberately cause anyone harm, and in addition, simply lacks the means. He wouldn’t know how to … Ah.”
    Now Chris sat back, nodding slowly. “I would have the know-how. The reports haven’t been very specific, but it was a biological or chemical agent, something that infected the people inside the bar. So Devon and I plotted this out, and I gave him the agent.”
    “He wanted the bar, you have the means. It’s a theory.”
    “My brother isn’t a wealthy man, not monetarily. Did you know he’s planning a memorial, for everyone who was killed? Using his own funds. People mean more to Devon than money, and always have. You don’t have to take my word. Talk to anyone who knows him.”
    “You work with hallucinogenics, with psychedelic drugs?”
    “Yes, I have.”
    “Recently? Currently?”
    “If you clear it with the board, I’d have no objections to discussing my projects—past, present, and pending. But I can’t give you information on them without that clearance, not even to eliminate myself, even my brother, from a suspect list.”
    “All right. Thank you again for coming in. Interview end.”
    “That’s it?”
    “Yes, for now.”
    He rose. “Even if he weren’t my brother, I’d tell you Devon is the best man I know. It’s as simple as that. I hope you find who’s responsible, Lieutenant. I don’t believe Devon will begin to heal until you do.”

    Start working on getting a warrant for Dr. Lester’s records,” Eve told Peabody when they were alone.
    “Okay.”
    “Problem?”
    “It’s just … The way each of them took up for the other, the way each one of them talked about the other. I’m not being soft,” Peabody insisted. “But it’s hard to reconcile that kind of love, affection, and respect with two people who’d plot a mass murder.”
    “Do you have enough fingers to count the number of partners who had affection and respect, possibly love for each other who murdered, raped, stole, tortured, and committed other assorted crimes?”
    “I guess not.”
    “We follow through, Peabody, every detail, every angle—even when the odds are they’re not going to lead us anywhere.”
    “You don’t think the two of them are involved?”
    “No, but I can’t prove it. If I thought they were involved, I couldn’t prove it. Let’s get data.”
    Eve glanced at the time. “Aw, gee, I missed the media conference. That’s a shame.”
    “That statement hits the red zone on the lie-o-meter.”
    “But it feels good. I want thirty minutes in my office to check incomings and status, then we’re going back to the crime scene.”
    “Do you think they’re not involved—the Lester brothers—for the same reasons as me?”
    “Probably not.” Eve headed out, moving fast so Peabody had to hustle to keep pace. “Devon’s not stupid. Roarke doesn’t have stupid people managing any of his interests. But when I push him on buyingthe place—would he if he could—he’s all pissed off, damn straight. Smarter to say it’s tainted, his friends died there. Smarter, too, to go straight to pissed or shocked when I led him to our looking at him and his brother. Instead he’s just confused at first. He didn’t have an answer for everything. He didn’t have the right answers for everything. If he had, I wouldn’t bump him down the list.
    “The brother’s smart, real smart, and a lot more cynical. He caught on fast. I want to look at his research, his experiments, I want a feel for what he does and how he does it. But it would be stupid for him to kill a whole bunch of people in his brother’s bar. If he were going to do it, he’d have done it somewhere else, not so readily