Delusion in Death (In Death #35)(96)

“Come on, Lew. Once they know he’s just some lunatic, worse some religious fanatic lunatic who stumbled onto a formula cooked up by another religious fanatic lunatic, they’ll laugh.”

“I’m afraid they’ll be laughing at you when you try to tie these accomplishments with some doomsday group like Red Horse.”

Eve smiled. “I guess we’ll find out. But it bears out what I said. Outside of this room, I’d bet eight out of ten people never heard of, or have barely heard of Red Horse—and less than that have heard of Guiseppi Menzini. Sure, we have, but it’s our business to dig up arcane data like that. It’s interesting that you know, Lew.”

“Know what?”

“About Red Horse.”

“I don’t, not really. When you brought it up as being tied to this, I remembered hearing the name.”

“But I never mentioned Red Horse.” She sat on the edge of the table, still smiling at him. “We can play the record back if you want.”

“I simply assumed you meant that particular cult.”

“That’s a big assumption, but it’s logical you’d make it.”

“I simply put two and two together, but I fail to see any religious overtones in this.”

“You’re right. There aren’t any. That was your grandfather’s deal. It’s not yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I’ve given you all the time I can spare for now.”

“If you try walking out that door, Lew,” Eve said mildly when he turned, “I’m going to stop you. You won’t like it.”

“I came here to do you a favor. I’m done.”

She laughed, not just because she wanted to, but to see that angry color deepen at the sound. “You came here because you’re an idiot. Now you’re under arrest for first-degree murder, a hundred and twenty-seven counts thereof. Agent Teasdale will also charge you with domestic terrorism, but I get first crack. You can take a seat, and we’ll talk this through, or I can cuff you and drag your ass into an interview box. You choose.”

His voice went cold, but the heat burned in his face. “I can only conclude the pressure’s gotten to you, and you’ve lost control of yourself. You can’t arrest me. You’ve got no evidence.”

“You’d be surprised what I have. It’s all about choices, Lew. Your next one is to sit down or try for the door. Personally, I hope you try for the door.”

“I’ll be contacting my attorney, and your superiors. You can count on it.”

“Please,” Teasdale added as he started for the door again.

“Allow me.”

“You’re the guest.”

Teasdale sprang up, fast and quiet. When Callaway tried to push her back, she slid in, fluid as water, used a foot to tangle his, bent her body like a flower on a delicate stalk to turn his own body weight to her advantage. In a kind of pretty, flowing dance she had him on the ground, her knee against his spine, his wrists clamped in her hands.

“Nice moves,” Eve commented.

“Thank you, and thank you for the opportunity.”

“No problem. Peabody, why don’t you assist Agent Teasdale and secure the prisoner in Interview A?”

“I’ll ruin you for this! Every one of you useless bitches.”

“Oh-oh, strong language. Golly, now I’m scared. Haul him out, Peabody. Let’s give him a little time to cool off.”

“You’re finished!” he shouted at Eve as Teasdale and Peabody perp-walked him out. “You have no idea what I can do.”

“Yeah,” Eve murmured, turning back to the victim board, “I do.”

“You did well,” Mira told her.

“I’ll have to do better yet to get it to stick. I’m counting on the search team finding something we can hang on him. Right now, I have to use his own ego and cowardice to get him to confess.”

“You infuriated him. Switching from talking about him as intelligent, to weak, from being bogged down in the investigation to being confident. It confused him, but more it infuriated and insulted. He could control the violence he felt, but not the resentment. He couldn’t stand there and allow you to insult him, again and again.”

“I’m not sure a replay of that will work in Interview. I’m going to push him with Menzini, the backstory.”

“My sense is he finds the religious overtones absurd, even a little embarrassing.”

“Yeah. I can push there. His grandfather was a f**khead. Maybe you should take him first. Tell him you convinced me he should have the opportunity to get in touch with his insane brat of an inner child or whatever. String him out awhile—can you do that?”

“I can do that.”

“It’ll give the search team more time.” She checked her wrist unit, calculated. “I’d like to trip him up with the parents, then kick him when he’s off balance with something they’ve found. He’s smart, smart enough to know when I lay it out I’ve got enough to cage him. He may want to wrangle a deal.”

“The PA will never deal on something like this, and HSO will come at him once you’re done.”

“Yeah, but even some guy sliding off a cliff hopes he’ll snag a handhold. Give them a couple minutes to settle him in. I want to put my boards back.”