There it was--exactly where Drake had been leading Robert all along. Had Robert not claimed his loyalty was to the lair, Drake would have challenged him in a battle between leopards and Robert surely would have died. As it was, he had to answer any questions Remy or Drake posed, whether he liked it or not. Drake had been careful to keep every subject in the context of lair business. That was what Remy admired most about Drake. His leopard might be enraged, but he always kept his cool and thought clearly through every crisis. That trait was what made him such a great leader.
"I see," Drake said. Deliberately he allowed the silence to stretch out, until Robert squirmed in his chair. "I'm going to give you one chance to come clean. We know about the break-ins, Robert. I want you to give Remy every detail. Every piece of evidence you can provide, anything at all that will help him put those men behind bars."
The color drained out of Robert's face. He opened his mouth but Drake held up his hand to stop him from speaking.
"One chance, Robert. I'll know if you lie. Remy will know if you lie. You have a death sentence hanging over your head, so whatever the Rousseau brothers have on you, it will never be as bad as what I'll do to you. Start talking."
Robert licked his suddenly dry lips. Immediately Saria left the room to get him a drink of water. He swallowed several times. "They'll kill me. They like to kill. They both call themselves bokor, a kind of priest for voodoo black magic. I don' know if they really know what they're doin', but they hold regular rituals out in the swamp and sacrifice animals. They love to cut the heads off of chickens and spray the blood around. They call on demons. They even have a human skull they use for their rituals."
He confessed in a rush and gratefully took the glass of water Saria handed to him, drinking it down almost in one gulp. He almost sounded relieved to be telling someone, anyone. "They're crazy, you know. But smart. Real smart. They have eyes and ears everywhere." He shivered. "Maybe they really have demons looking out for them. I swear, they're the devil on earth."
"They masterminded the gang robbing and beatings of the elderly," Remy stated.
Robert nodded. "We all had to participate. I joined not knowin' what I was getting into. It seemed like a party at first, the initiation and all. They promised huge amounts of money and great kicks. Ryan Cooper and Brent Underwood both told me I'd make tons of money. So I went with them."
"Went where?" Remy prompted.
"They have this place in the swamp where they conduct their rituals." His entire body shuddered, and he lifted the glass to his mouth, not realizing it was empty. "They took me out there blindfolded the first time. We were all drinkin' and then Jean and Juste began to undress and got naked except for loincloths. Both drew intricate symbols in the dirt. I laughed, thinkin' it was all part of the party until I noticed no one else was laughin' and the others looked scared."
Robert shook his head and drew his hand over his face as if wiping the memory away. "They cut the throat of a pig and watched it bleed out, dancin' around and invokin' some demon, and then they painted us with the blood of the pig." He looked at Remy with stricken eyes. "Once in, you can't ever get out."
"Did Ryan Cooper want out?" Remy asked.
"Coop was always talkin' like he was goin' to get out if Jean and Juste didn't give him a bigger cut, but it was all talk. He didn't want to chance crossin' them any more than the rest of us. He didn't want the money to stop, but he thought he should get more than the rest of us because he did a lot of the beatings. Brent and I kind of hung back most of the time. Juste and Jean liked hurtin' people and every single time it seemed to get worse. I was afraid they'd kill someone. It was almost as if they each tried to outdo the other."
"Your leopard could tear both of them apart," Drake pointed out.
Robert shook his head. "They're demons. The devil. No one can stop them. I've seen them do things no one can do."
"How is it we don' catch the scent of anyone but the Rousseau brothers in the break-ins?" Remy asked.
Robert ducked his head, refusing to meet Remy's eyes.
"You gave them Charisse Mercier's experiment that masks all scent, didn't you?" Remy prompted.
"I had to contribute somethin'," Robert burst out. "I had to. I wasn't beatin' up old people. And if I didn't do somethin' to help, they were goin' after Dion." He looked up at his leader. "That's the gospel truth, Drake. I was in way over my head."
"You should have come to me," Drake stated. "You have a responsibility to this lair as well as to your brother and the community." There was no sympathy in his voice and no back up in him. "The Rousseau brothers clearly are a threat to everyone in your community. There's no excuse for not coming forward."
Robert pushed his forehead into the heel of his hand. "You don' know them." His voice was filled with loathing and despair. "They'll kill Dion and me. They'll use their voodoo magic and kill us both."
"Is there a stash of stolen articles somewhere?" Remy asked.
"In the swamp where they conduct their rituals," Robert said. "But you'll never stop them, Remy. They really have made a pact with the demons, and they're protected. They can get away with anything."
"Have they been to Europe?"
Robert blinked several times. He frowned. "Why? What has that got to do with anything?"
"Just answer him," Drake snapped.
"They've mentioned traveling in Europe," Robert said hastily.
"Is Bijou a particular favorite of theirs? Do they listen to her music a lot?" Remy demanded.
Robert nodded. "They're kind of obsessed with her. They play her stuff all the time." He ducked his head to avoid eye contact again. "They've been tryin' to get onto the crew workin' on her new apartment so they could put in cameras and maybe a few ways to get in without anyone knowin'."
Remy turned away to keep from leaping on the man. Robert was leopard. He knew Bijou was. It had become evident to all of them in the club, and yet he hadn't immediately come forward to report a threat toward one of their women. Fingertips burned. His jaw ached. He was close, so close. His leopard was strong and territorial. Also protective. All his life he'd had to work at keeping his leopard in check. Robert was making it very difficult. Any threat to Bijou could not be tolerated.
He took several deep breaths to keep control, breathing away his leopard's rage. "Have they gotten onto the work crew?" It helped that Bijou rubbed the middle of his back in a soothing pattern. He could hear her breathing and it hadn't changed. She was used to threats, he realized. Threats were a daily occurrence for her. That was why she hadn't gone to the authorities when her stalker had escalated his behavior. She was just too used to threats.
"Not yet," Robert answered. "But they were arrangin' an accident so that the contractor would be shorthanded. Tom and Ryan were supposed to help them with that."
"Tom Berlander?" Remy guessed. Berlander hung out with Ryan Cooper and Brent Underwood as well as the Rousseau brothers, so it was easy enough to guess, but Remy wanted Robert's clear identification.
Robert nodded. "He's gotten pretty violent, along with Ryan. Brent hangs back as much as possible. He's even claimed he's been sick when we were supposed to hit a place." He sighed and shook his head, slumping a little more. "I don' know how you're goin' to catch Jean and Juste. No one can catch them. They work at the houses and the people they work for love them. They would never suspect them. They leave their prints everywhere on purpose. The elderly couples would go to court and say how wonderful they are. Jean and Juste actually bring them groceries and pick up medications, all the while laughin', knowin' they're goin' to rob and beat them."
Remy's stomach knotted. The more he heard, the more he wanted his leopard to meet the Rousseau brothers out in the swamp.
"Do you know if they're the ones committing these murders and harvestin' bones?" Remy asked.
Robert frowned, remaining silent, clearly thinking it over. Finally he shrugged. "I don' know, but they have human bones there in the swamp. I've seen them." He looked straight at Remy
, honesty on his face and in his voice and eyes. "If they did, they would never be sorry. They like hurting animals and watching the life fade out of them. They like beating the old people and knowin' they had their trust. They really travel in the company of demons, just like they claim, and once you've made a pact with them, even if you were drunk and didn't mean it, you can never be free of them."
"Is that why you began drinkin' so much, Robert? And doin' drugs? To live with the things you were doin'? You knew they were wrong," Remy said.
Robert nodded, pressing his fingers to his eyes, shaking his head. "I got in too deep, Remy. There was nowhere to go."
"That's bullshit, Robert," Drake snarled. He began to pace back and forth. "You're a member of this lair. There is no excuse not to inform me of what is happening in our territory. You say they threatened your brother. He's a member and under my protection. You knew you should come to me. If I hear another lie coming out of your mouth, I'll take your damned head off and consequences be damned."