In Death 15 - Purity in Death

determined as Eve's. She was shorter than Eve, curvy, and no doubt softer. But when it came to a story she could do plenty of ass-kicking herself.
    "You're not getting it."
    "This is a homicide investigation."
    "And it's a story. Freedom of the press, Dallas, you might have heard of it. The disc was mailed to me."
    "I'll get a warrant to confiscate, and to dump your pretty ass in a cage if you withhold evidence and obstruct justice."
    Nadine had to rise onto her toes to compensate for the difference in height, but she managed to push her face into Eve's.
    "I'm not obstructing anything and you know it. I didn't have to contact you. I could have gone straight to air with this, so just shut down your thrusters, sister."
    "Ladies. Ladies." Taking the risk all men fear, Roarke stepped between two snarling women. "Let's just take a deep breath. You both have valid points. It might settle things a bit if we took a look at the disc."
    "There's no guarantee it's not infected. I can take it into quarantine."
    "You know that's bull." Nadine shook back her streaky blonde mane of hair. "They've got no beef with me. They want what I can give them. Exposure to the public. If you'd read the text, you'll see exactly what I mean. Dallas, they've just gotten started."
    "All right, let's take a look. And if we all start bleeding from the ears, hey, the joke's on us."
    Nadine led the way through the living area into a large office space done in classy pastels and clean lines. She plopped down at a desk. "Run disc."
    "I told you to shut the unit down."
    "Just read the damn screen."
    Dear Ms. Furst,
    We are The Purity Seekers, and are contacting you due to our belief of your respect for the public welfare. We want to assure you that we admire your dedication to your work, and wish you no harm. This disc is clean. You have our word that no harm will come to you through us.
    We seek only the purity of justice. A justice that is not, cannot always be served through the confines of law that too often is forced to ignore the victim and serve the criminal. Our police force, our courts, even our government often find their hands tied by the slippery rope of tangled laws designed to protect those who prey on the innocent.
    We were formed, and are sworn to serve the innocent.
    Some will find our means distressing. Some will find them frightening. No war can, or should be fought without distress or fear.
    But most will find our means just and our ends a victory for all who have been lost in a system that no longer serves the common good.
    By the time this message reaches you, the first execution will have taken place. Louis K. Cogburn was a blight on society, a man who corrupted and addicted our children. He hunted them on the playgrounds and the schoolyards and the parks of our city, luring those young and innocent bodies and minds with illegals.
    He has been charged, he has been tried, he has been sentenced.
    He has been executed.
    Absolute Purity in the matter of Louis K. Cogburn has been achieved.
    He was infected through a technology we have designed and developed. As his soul was blighted, so did we blight his brain, until death.
    There is no danger to you, to the innocent, to the public from this infection. We are not terrorists, but guardians who have vowed to serve our neighbors, whatever the cost.
    Others have been tried, convicted, and sentenced. We will not stop seeking those who profit by and pleasure themselves on the grief and harm of others until Absolute Purity has been achieved in New York.
    We ask you to inform the public of our message, of our goals, and to assure them that we work to protect and preserve the victim who the law cannot serve.
    We hope to consider you our media liaison in this matter.
    - The Purity Seekers.
    "That's tidy, isn't it?" Eve commented. "Real tidy. They don't bother to mention Ralph Wooster, who got his brains bashed in, or Suzanne Cohen, who was beaten unconscious. No talk about a dead cop or one who may be paralyzed. Just how pure and true their goals are to serve the public. What are you going to do?"
    "My job," Nadine told her.
    "You're going to air this garbage."
    "Yes, I'm going to air it. It's news, and it's my job to report the news."
    "Nice bump to your ratings."
    "I'm going to let that pass," Nadine said after a moment. "Because you've got a dead cop, and another - one I consider a friend - who's hurt. And I'm letting it pass because, yeah, this is going to be a nice bump to the ratings. You're