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At least she didn’t have to cross every “T” with Nadine. She gave her what she could, what seemed enough to set Nadine’s reporter’s instincts humming.
“Nobody’s taken credit or issued a political statement, so you believe an individual or individuals are responsible.”
“It’s most probable,” Eve confirmed. “However, I have some information from a source.” And this, Eve thought, was where Nadine and her research chops would serve.
She outlined, briefly, Red Horse, The Purging. “I’ve only begun to dig into that angle,” she continued. “I’m going to assign men to follow that up. You could look into that, dig into that, but whoever you use can’t know it may be connected to this investigation.”
“Got it. I don’t know much about that group, and history class was a long time ago, but didn’t they take kids—for brainwashing? I haven’t heard anything about child abductions.”
“No
. It’s a lead, an angle, with enough similarities to warrant a good, careful look.
“That’s all I can give you, and I’ve got a briefing.”
Nadine got to her feet. “I’m going to want more.”
“What I can, when I can. I can’t promise.”
“You didn’t need my word, I don’t need your promise. It’s professional respect, yes, but you’re wrong, Dallas. It’s also friendship.”
She started out, paused, smiled a little. “I hate to admit this, but Jenkinson hurt my feelings when he turned down my pastries.”
“It was harder on him, believe me, than you.”
“I’m soft on him, on all of them. Good hunting, Dallas,” she added, and walked out on her power shoes.
Since she was there, Eve programmed a cup of coffee, and carried it with her to the conference room.
The reliable Peabody was updating the board.
“I’m putting up the current crop of persons of interest on a separate board,” she told Eve. “Otherwise, the visual gets complicated to the eye.”
As she’d done exactly the same in her home office, Eve nodded. “We’ll need a third board. I have another angle I pulled out before I handed it off to Jenkinson. What do you know about the Urban Wars–era cult Red Horse?”
“Hard-line religious cult. Doctrine based on specific interpretations of Revelation. They were fanatics, dedicated to preparing for the end-time, which they believed had begun with the upheaval leading up to the Urban Wars. In their skewed vision, they saw themselves as servants or followers of the second horse—the red horse, of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which represents war, or general violence. Small, scattered groups attacked, bombed, set fires as part of their mission, and abducted children—no older than eight—as they believed their minds and souls were still pure enough to be indoctrinated. When the general population was destroyed, they would inherit the earth and repopulate it with true believers. They called this The Purging.”
Eve stared at her with narrowed eyes. “How the hell do you know all that?”
Just a bit smug, Peabody buffed her nails on her cranberry-colored jacket. “We studied it in school.”
“I thought Free-Agers studied herbs and flowers and fluffy woodland creatures, and how to weave blankets.”
“That—and a bunch of stuff. They also teach about wars, history, religious intolerance. You know, the ills of society and stuff. So you get the knowledge, the big pictures, and are free to choose your own path.”
“Huh. Have you read Revelation?”
“Some of it. It’s really scary.” Smug died off in a shudder. “It gave me nightmares.”
“Killer angels, pestilence, fiery pits, and death. I can’t imagine why. When we get to that part of the briefing, you summarize, just like you did for me.”
“This was Red Horse?”
“You were doing so well, now you’re jumping to conclusions. Detectives detect, they don’t jump. Plus it’s a stupid name for a murderous cult. It sounds like they should be frolicking in a meadow.”
“Maybe that was the point.”
“Maybe so.”
