In Death 05 - Ceremony in Death

threatened him with exposure if he didn't break off his influence. He was in Homicide when Conroy was taken in, and he'd have known and remembered every filthy detail."
    "Yes, but -- "
    "And Alice moved into her own place. She continued to work part time for Isis, but she no longer lived here. Why did she move out, away from here, when she was afraid?''
    "I don't know," Peabody admitted.
    "And we can't ask her." Eve turned back, started down the stairs again, then swore when she saw the boy leaning on her vehicle. "Well, hell."
    She strode down, straight over to Jamie. "Get your butt off my hood. This is an official vehicle."
    "An official piece of shit," he corrected with a quick, sassy grin. "The city puts you cops into recycled garbage heaps. A high-profile detective like you ought to have better."
    "I'll tell the chief you said so next time I'm in the Tower. What are you doing here?"
    "Just hanging." His grin flashed again. "And I ditched the shadow you put on me. He's good." Jamie tucked his thumbs in his pockets. "I'm better."
    "Why aren't you in school?"
    "Don't bother to call the Truant Brigade, Lieutenant, it's Saturday."
    How the hell was she supposed to keep track? "Then why aren't you terrorizing one of the sky malls like a normal delinquent?"
    His grin spread. "I hate sky malls. They're so yesterday. Caught you on Channel 75."
    "Did you drop by for my autograph?"
    "You scrawl it on a credit slip, I could outfit this heap of yours and make it rock." He looked past her toward the shop. "I got a load of the witch through the glass. She's doing some heavy retail today."
    Eve glanced back, noted the customers browsing inside. "You've seen her before."
    "Yeah, couple times when I tailed Alice."
    "Ever see anything interesting?"
    "Nope. Everybody's always wearing clothes in there." He wiggled his brows. "A guy has to hope. I studied up on Wicca. They liked to be naked a lot. Did see the head witch kick a guy out of the shop once."
    "Really." It was Eve's turn to lean on the hood. "Why?"
    "Couldn't say, but she was maximum pissed. I could see they were having words, and I thought she was going to belt him. Especially when he shoved her."
    "He shoved her."
    "Yeah. I thought about going in then, though she was a hell of a lot bigger than he was. Still, guys got no business pushing women around. But whatever she said had him backing off. Backing way off until he was backing right out of the door. And he went off in a big hurry."
    "What did he look like?"
    "Skinny dude, five ten, maybe a hundred and twenty-five. Couple years older than me. Long black hair, red tips. Long face, with his incisors fanged. Red eyes. Light complexion. Turned out in tight black leather, no shirt, couple of tattoos, but I was too far away to make them out."
    He shot her a smile, grim around the edges. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Last time I saw him, he wasn't looking so jazzy."
    Lobar, Eve thought, exchanging a glance with Peabody. The kid had given a solid and nearly professional description. "And when was this? When did you see the incident?"
    "The day -- " His voice cracked a little, so he cleared his throat. "The day before Alice died."
    "And what did Isis do after Lobar?"
    "She made a call. Couple minutes later the dude she lives with came on the run. They talked for a couple minutes, real intense, then she put up the Closed sign and they went into the back room. Ticked me off," he added. "I could have followed the leather guy."
    "You want to stop tailing people, Jamie. They make you, they tend to get annoyed."
    "People I tail don't make me. I'm too good."
    "You thought you were good at B and E too," she reminded him dryly and watched as his color rose.
    "That was different. Look, the guy that was stabbed, he was right there, at Alice's viewing. It has to be connected, to her, to that Lobar creep, and I got a right to know."
    She straightened. "Are you requesting the status of my investigation?''
    "Yeah, yeah, right." He rolled his eyes skyward. "What's the status of your investigation?"
    "Ongoing," she said shortly, then jerked a thumb. "Now, scram."
    "I got a right to know," he insisted. "Survivors of victims, and all that."
    "You're the grandson of a cop," she reminded him. "You know I'm not going to tell you anything. And you're a minor. I don't have to tell you anything. Now, go play somewhere else, kid, before I have Peabody here roust you for loitering."
    The muscles of his jaw tightened and jumped. "I'm not a kid. And if you