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“Okay, analysis?” Connor called the room back to order.
“They are sick freaks,” Ray said, clearly disgusted.
“Apart from that.” Connor smiled gently.
“I’ve sent the crime documents over to the profilers in the FBI and at Central Lab. See if they can come up with something within the databases. The consensus of the local police seems to be spot-on. Ray, if you could ask them for the known cults and anything new or underground we may get somewhere,” Anton concluded.
“I doubt you’ll find them.” Peter entered into the room.
“You sound sure.” Ray scowled.
“Just a hunch.” Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Lindsay is okay, she’s gone to get some air.”
“I’ll go check her over.” Anton got up and left the room.
“Ray, we need that police information as soon as possible please,” Connor asked and watched the big ex-cop stand up and take another look at Peter.
The gray head was bent, his fingers toying idly with the pencil on the table as he resolutely refused to look at either man.
“I’ll close the door,” Ray said as he left the two men alone.
“So, I am assuming there is something you want to tell me,” Connor prodded gently, aware of the discomfit and turmoil in his best friend.
“Nothing that you’d want to hear,” Peter mumbled and wiped a hand across his face. Connor noticed the fine tremor in his hand and the pallor of his skin against the black leather watchband.
“All right then.” Connor stood up and motioned for Peter to walk with him.
“Where are we going?”
“You look fit to pass out, Peter; and whatever it is that is eating at you, I think it might be better if you tell me over a drink.”
“By drink I’m assuming you mean alcoholic?” Peter asked hopefully.
“It’s not eleven a.m. yet and we are still on duty, so that would be a no. Why do you think you’ll need a drink?”
“No, actually, I think you will.”
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“So out with it.” Connor finally prodded Peter with his foot under the table. Their coffees arrived and the room was dark and afforded them some comfortable privacy in the little caf? just off the main street.
“You remember I worked for a time with the CDC and that meant, in turn, I worked with the FBI on some cases.”
“I know.”
“A lot of the information we have is reminiscent of a case that I worked on. There was no media coverage at the time and to the best of my knowledge the matter remains open.”
“Okay, so why do you look like you’re going to throw up?”
“I can give you some information, Connor, and you can triple check it if you want, but don’t ask me how I know.” Peter’s eyes were haunted.
“You know I can’t do that. If you have information that can put these perverts behind bars, then I think you should tell me what it is.”
“Is that your final answer?” Peter pushed the chair back.
“Officially?”
“Don’t fucking play games with me, Doyle! I’ll tell you what I know, but don’t ask how I know it. Sounds fair to me.”
“What are you hiding?” Connor leaned forward and placed a hand on Peter’s arm. Axon recoiled as if stung and looked up into pained, dark eyes.
“I told you, you don’t want to know.”
“Yes, so you’ve said. So, what can you tell me?” Connor sipped the coffee and burned his lip on the cup.
“There’s a bar, not far from here. It’s mostly a biker hangout, but a few years back we got word that there was a new biker group in town that had rather eclectic tastes.”
“Go on.”
“Thirteen men traveled together; another, who was their leader, joined a few days later, so making fourteen in total.”
“A Coven?”
“They called themselves the Knights of THOTH.”
“The Hermetic Order of the Knights Templar? They were a fairly innocuous lot back in the mid sixties. Used to use Alistair Crowley’s teachings as the basis for orgies. To my knowledge they never got into blood sacrifice.”
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