In Death 23 - Born in Death

motive.”
    “Opportunity is dicier, isn’t it, given that he has an alibi. Or do you think his dinner companions for that evening are covering for him?”
    “Didn’t feel like it, but we’ll go back over that. He may have been a tool. Tools don’t always get dirty. If he didn’t do the murders himself, he knew about them.” She started up the three steps that led to the main entrance. “Alarm’s on green,” she pointed out.
    As she lifted her hand to press the buzzer, she noticed there was more, and engaged her recorder.
    “Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Roarke, Expert Civilian Consultant, at the residence of Sloan, Randall. Upon arrival I’ve found the security system disengaged and the front door unlatched.”
    Automatically, she drew her weapon. She buzzed, and called out, “Randall Sloan, this is Lieutenant Dallas with the police. I have a civilian consultant with me. Please acknowledge.”
    She waited, ears cocked for any sound. “Mr. Sloan, I repeat, this is the police. Your residence is unsecured.” When there was no response, she circled around the line she had to walk, and eased the door open.
    “Nothing in plain sight,” she stated. “He could have gone rabbit. I need a warrant.”
    “Door’s open.”
    “Yeah, and I could go in, check it out. I can argue probable cause, but without authorization I risk giving his lawyers something to whine about. I can get a warrant quick enough.”
    She started to call in when someone hailed her from behind.
    Turning, she saw Jake Sloan and Rochelle DeLay walking toward the house, hand-in-hand, faces rosy from the cold.
    “Lieutenant, Jake and Rochelle, remember?”
    “Yes. This is Roarke.”
    “I recognize you.” As he came up the first step, Jake shot out a hand. “Good to meet you, and so you know, any time you’re looking for a young, hard-working accountant, I’m available.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “This is Rochelle.”
    “Nice to meet you both.”
    “You come to see Dad? He keeping you waiting in the cold?” Jake nodded toward the door. “It’s open.”
    “We found it that way,” Eve told him.
    “Really? That’s weird.” He moved by them and inside to give a shout. “Hey, Dad! You’ve got company. Come on in,” he said to Eveand Roarke. “We’re swinging by to get him for a Sunday deal at Grandpa’s.” Jake pulled off his watch cap, stuffed it messily in his coat pocket. “You want to have a seat? He must be upstairs.”
    Eve had slipped her weapon into her pocket when he’d called out to her from the street, and kept her hand on it now. “Mind if I come with you?”
    “Well…”
    “Door was open, Jake, security off. It’s the cop in me.”
    “Sure. Okay. He probably just opened it to look out for us. We’re running a little late. He forgot to engage it again. That’s all.”
    But she could see she’d put worry in him as he turned to the stairs. “Dad? Hey, Dad. I’m coming up, and I’m bringing the law.” He tried a smile as he said it, but when there was no answer, it faded.
    Her senses caught something all too familiar. “You want to stay behind me?” she said it casually, and shifted in front to take the lead. “Which is his bedroom?”
    “Second on the right. Listen, Lieutenant—”
    Eve eased the bedroom door open with a knuckle.
    Randall Sloan wasn’t going to make Sunday brunch, she thought, restraining Jake as he tried to rush into the room.
    An elaborate chrome chandelier dripped from the vaulted ceiling. Randall Sloan hung from the rope that had been tightly looped around its gleaming post.

17
    “HE’S GONE.” EVE HAD TO HOOK JAKE’S ARMS behind his back, hold him against the wall. “You can’t help him.”
    “Bullshit! Bullshit! That’s my father. It’s my father.”
    “I’m sorry.” He was young, strong, and desperate, so it took all of Eve’s muscle to keep him from shaking her off and running inside. And compromising the crime scene. “Listen to me. Listen, goddamn it! I’m the one who has to help him now, and I can’t do it if you go in there and screw up any evidence. I need you to go downstairs.”
    “I’m not leaving here. I’m not leaving him. Go to hell.” And Jake pressed his face to the wall and wept.
    “Give him to me.” Roarke stepped up beside her. “Downstairs,” he said before she could ask about Rochelle. “I convinced her to stay put when we heard the shouting. Let me take him.”
    “I need a field kit.”
    “Yes, I know. Here now,