In Death 06 - Vengeance in Death

Have you been there?"
    "No." He inclined his head, understanding the question between the questions. "I hadn't seen Jennie in over twelve years."
    "But you did contact her just before she went to New York and was killed."
    Eve set her cup aside with a click of china on wood. "Inspector Farrell, this homicide and the others are under my jurisdiction. You don't have the authority to interview Roarke in this matter."
    Tough, Farrell thought again. And territorial. Well, so am I. "All three of your dead were Irish citizens. We have an interest, a keen one, in your investigation."
    "It's simple enough to answer," Roarke put in before Eve could fire up again. "I contacted Jenny after Shawn Conroy was murdered. I was concerned for her safety."
    "Hers in particular?"
    "Hers, and several others I'd been close to when I lived in Dublin."
    "Let's just put this on the table." Eve drew Farrell's attention back to her, where she wanted to keep it. "I received a transmission, expertly jammed and so far untraceable, from an individual who claimed his game was vengeance sanctioned by God, and he'd chosen me for his opponent. He gave me a Bible quote, and a riddle, and upon following them I discovered the mutilated body of Thomas Brennen in his New York residence. Subsequently I learned that Roarke had known Thomas Brennen when they had both lived in Dublin."
    "I've spoken with his widow myself," Farrell put in. "She said you were kind to her."
    Eve lifted her brows. "We hardly ever kick widows around in the morgue anymore. It's bad for public relations."
    Farrell drew a breath and watched two tourist trams, bright in their green and white paint, pass her windows. "Point taken, Lieutenant."
    "Good. The following day I received another transmission, another set of clues, and found the body of Shawn Conroy. This pattern, and the fact that the second murder took place in one of Roarke's empty rental units, indicated that there was a connection to Roarke."
    "And following that you followed the path from yet another transmission and discovered the body of Jennie O'Leary in a hotel which Roarke also owns."
    "That's correct. A detective from our electronics division subsequently followed the transmission bounce, covering several points, one of which initially indicated that the transmission originated in our home. However, there was an echo which proved this to be false. At this time we are analyzing the echo and are confident that we will pinpoint the exact origin."
    "And at this time your prime suspect is a man in Roarke's employ, a man who also lived in Dublin at one time. Summerset," she continued, smiling thinly at Roarke. "We've been able to access very little background information on him."
    "You're a bit behind, Inspector," Eve said dryly. "Upon further investigation and personality testing, Summerset is no longer prime. Indications are that he was being used to mislead the investigation."
    "Yet the direction of all points back to Dublin, which is why you're here."
    "I received the cooperation of Roarke and Summerset. I believe that the motives for these crimes have their roots in the rape/murder of Summerset's minor daughter, Marlena, nearly twenty years ago. She was abducted and held by a group of men who threatened to harm her if Roarke didn't agree to their demands. However, his agreement was ignored and her body was dumped at the front door of the residence where Roarke, Summerset, and Marlena lived."
    "This happened here, in Dublin?"
    "Blood was and is shed," Roarke said coolly, "even in your tidy streets, Inspector."
    Farrell's eyes hardened as she swiveled to her computer. "When?"
    It was Roarke who gave her the year, the month, the day, and then the hour.
    "Marlena Summerset."
    "No. Kolchek. Her name was Marlena Kolchek." As Summerset's had been during that period, Roarke thought, but no records of Basil Kolchek exist. Not any longer. Summerset had come into existence only weeks after Marlena's death. "Not all children use their father's last name."
    Farrell sent him one quiet look, then called for the file.
    "This matter was investigated and ruled death by misadventure. Investigating officer..." She trailed off, sighed. "Inspector Maguire. You knew him?'' she asked Roarke.
    "Yes, I knew him."
    "I did not, not personally. But his reputation is not one this department has pride in. You knew the men who murdered this girl."
    "I knew them. They're dead."
    "I see." Her gaze flickered. "Their names, please."
    As Roarke listed