In Death 14 - Reunion in Death

source," Eve told Roarke. "Personality type. I figure any doctor who'd supply Mad Munch with enough curare and cyanide to take out the entire Church of Hereafter wouldn't quibble about supplying a psychopathic man-killer with what she needed. Or would know someone who would."
    She studied the data as Roarke stood behind her office chair, rubbing her shoulders in that absent and perfect way he had that zeroed in on the exact spot that needed attention.
    "If he's not her source, he might know her source. If I crap out on her connection, but ID Doctor Doom, I pass him to the Feds as my good deed for the decade."
    "Why don't they already have him?"
    "They didn't punch the right button with Mook at the right time and he was the only one left. I always knew he had a little more in his gut, but they thought he'd spilled it all, and I didn't have any juice to push it back then. They roughed him up a little instead of threatening to take away his pain, and when he said he'd told them everything, they figured he had."
    "That case was ten years back, wasn't it?" Roarke asked.
    "Yeah, I was still in uniform. So?"
    "Born a cop," he declared and kissed the top of her head.
    "According to Mook the doctor didn't help himself to any lemonade that night. That tells me the religious angle didn't tickle his fancy. So maybe it was the self-termination-as long as it wasn't his own-that pulled him in. I've got three guys here who lost their licenses to practice because they helped patients along to Jesus without their consent."
    "Playing God's a weighty business."
    "Oscar Lovett, David P. Robinson and Eli Young, in alphabetical order. Those are my three best bets. I'll sic Feeney on them. They don't play out, we'll start working our way down."
    Her desk 'link beeped and as she was still frowning at the screen Roarke answered.
    "Hello, Roarke." Louise Dimatto smiled silkily. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
    "Always a pleasure to hear from you. How are you, Louise?"
    "If I got much better, I'd be illegal, on the personal front at least. Professionally, I'm overworked, which is just the way I like it. I'd hoped you and Dallas might be able to come by the shelter sometime soon. We've finished and opened three more rooms, and the recreation area's complete. Dochas is already making an impact on lives."
    "We'll make sure we stop in when you're on duty."
    "That'll be great. Is Dallas available? I have some information for her."
    "Right here. Overworking. I'll see you soon, Louise. Best to Charles."
    "I'm sure giving him mine. Dallas," she continued, briskly now when Eve came on-screen. "I think I might have something useful for you regarding my little assignment. I remembered hearing bits of scandal discussed in my family when I was a girl. Things I wasn't supposed to hear, of course. Regarding a doctor who'd interned with my uncle. Apparently his private behavior was unseemly, and covered up by the white wall for years. He enjoyed young women, very young women. Some of whom were also patients. The white wall wouldn't stand for him when it was discovered he'd begun to terminate patients without specific and clear-cut authorization."
    "Got a name?"
    "I didn't, but I called my cousin upstate. And that you owe me for, Dallas, as my cousin Mandy is a thoroughly annoying diva who proceeded to interrogate me about my love life, my social life, and lecture me on wasting my skills on the dregs of humanity at the clinic. Et cetera."
    "The name, Louise. You can bitch later."
    "Eli Young. He was a chief resident, internal medicine, at Kennedy Memorial before going into private practice." Louise paused, lifted her elegant eyebrows. "And I can see by your expression you already have the data on him. Why did I waste my time?"
    "You didn't. You just saved me considerable effort. Appreciate it." Eve glanced toward Roarke, shifted in her head. "Ah, listen, I tapped Charles for a favor today, too, and I feel kind of weird about it."
    "The conjugal at Dockport?"
    "Oh, well, then... Guess he mentioned it."
    "Yes, he told me." Louise let out a quick laugh. "Dallas, loosen up. By the way, Peabody looked wonderful. Love's in the air."
    "Something's in the air," Eve grumbled when they ended transmission. "What are you grinning at?" she demanded of Roarke.
    "That, despite it all, there are some areas of sex that embarrass you."
    "I'm not embarrassed, I'm baffled. But it's none of my never mind."
    "The whole point of love is that it has no reason. It just