In Death 05 - Ceremony in Death

a cop," Eve put in. "A cop who rode a desk. How'd you know that, Lobar?"
    Realizing his mistake, he crushed out what was left of the cigarette in quick, vicious little jabs. "Somebody must've mentioned it." He exposed his fangs in a wide grin. "Probably Alice did, while I was banging her."
    "Doesn't say much for your performance rating, does it, if she was talking about her grandfather when you were... banging her."
    "I heard it somewhere, all right?" He grabbed his drink, gulped deeply. "What's the big fucking deal where? He was old, anyway."
    "Did you ever see him? In here?"
    "I see a lot of people in here. I don't remember any old cop." He waved a hand. "Place rocks like this most every night. How the hell do I know who comes in? Selina hired me to keep the occasional asshole in line, not to remember faces."
    "Selina's got quite the enterprise going here. Is she still dealing? She deal for you?"
    His eyes went sly. "I get power from my beliefs. I don't need illegals."
    "Have you ever participated in human sacrifice? Ever slice up a child for your master, Lobar?''
    He polished off his drink. "That's an outsider's hallucination. People like you like to make Satanists out to be monsters."
    "People like us," Roarke murmured, skimming his gaze over Lobar from the fire-tipped hair to the nipple rings. "Yes, obviously we're biased when anyone can see you're simply... devout."
    "Look, it's a religion, and we've got freedom of religion in this country. You want to push your God down our throats? Well, we reject him. We reject him and all his weak-kneed creeds. And we'll rule in Hell."
    He shoved back from the table and stood. "I've got nothing more to say."
    "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 away 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