"Then you'd better get busy." She shook her arm free before dropping one more crumb. "Funny, cult must be the root word for occult. Or maybe it's just a coincidence."
"Maybe it is." Nadine swung to the downward glide. "I'll let you know."
"That was tidy," Peabody decided.
"Let's hope it stays that way. I'm for Whitney. I want you to find out the names of every uniform that was on scene this morning. I want to have a talk about internal security with every one of them."
"Ouch."
"Damn right," Eve muttered and stalked to the elevator.
– =O=-***-=O=-
Whitney didn't make her wait. She noted as she took her seat in his office that he didn't appear to have slept any more than she the night before.
"Internal Affairs is beefing on the Wojinski matter. They're pushing for an official investigation."
"You can't hold them off."
"Not past end of shift today."
"My report should help." She took a disc out of her bag. "There is absolutely no evidence that DS Wojinsky was using illegals. There's every indication that he was running his own sting on Selina Cross. His reasons were personal, Commander, but even IAD should understand them. I have Alice's statement, recorded, and fully transcribed in the report. In my opinion, she had been drugged, and her… naivete exploited. She was used sexually. She became involved with the cult established by Selina Cross and Alban. And when she broke with them, she was threatened, and she was frightened. Eventually, she went to Frank."
"Why did she break loose?"
"She claims she witnessed the ritual slaying of a child."
"What?'' His knuckles went white as he surged up from his desk. "She witnessed a murder, reported this to Frank, and he didn't file?"
"She waited some time before telling him, Commander. There was no evidence to support her allegations. I can't substantiate them now. But I can say that Alice believed she saw the killing. And she was terrified for her life. She also felt she was responsible for the death of her grandfather. She believed, strongly, that he had been murdered because of his private investigation of Selina Cross. Her claim was that Selina Cross has expert knowledge of chemicals and essentially poisoned Frank."
"We don't have enough to prove foul play."
"Not yet. Alice was certain she would be next, and she died the same night she gave her statement to me. She also claimed Cross was a shape-shifter."
"Excuse me?"
"She believed that Cross could take other forms. A raven, for one."
"She thought Cross could become a crow and fly? Jesus, Dallas, the boys in IAD are going to love that one."
"It doesn't have to be real for her to have believed it. She was a terrified young girl, tormented by these people. I found a black feather on her windowsill the night she died – a simulated feather, and there was a threatening message on her 'link. They were tormenting her, Commander. There's no mistake there. What Frank did, he did to try to protect his family. Maybe he went about it wrong, but he was a good cop. He died a good cop. IAD isn't going to change that."
"We'll make sure they don't." He locked the disc away. "For now, this stays here."
"Feeney – "
"Not at this time, Lieutenant."
Damn if she'd be brushed off like a fly, she thought, and set her jaw, "Commander, my investigation to this point discloses absolutely no connection between DS Wojinski's private investigation and Captain Feeney. I can find no evidence that Feeney tampered with any records for Frank."
"Do you actually believe Feeney would leave evidence, Dallas?"
She kept her eyes level. "I'd know if he was involved. He's grieving for both his friend and his goddaughter, and he doesn't know anything other than the official line on either. He doesn't know, Commander, and he has a right to."
It was going to cost them, Whitney knew. All of them. But it couldn't be helped. "I can't take his personal rights into consideration, Lieutenant. Believe me, IAD won't. All data here is on need-to-know only. It's a rough spot. You'll have to handle it."
It ate a hole in her gut, but she nodded. "I'll handle it."
"What connection is this to the body left outside your home this morning?"
Left with no choice, she fell back on training and delivered data. "Robert Mathias, known as Lobar, white male, eighteen years. My report on cause of death is the throat wound, but the body was also mutilated. The victim was a member of Cross's cult. I also interviewed him last night at his place of employment. A club called The Athame, owned by Selina Cross."
"People you talk to are ending up dead very quickly, Dallas."
"He was Cross's alibi for the night Alice was killed. Hers and Alban's. He corroborated this during questioning." She opened her bag. "He wasn't killed at the scene, and he was left there in a manner designed to indicate a ritual killing." She placed one of the death stills on Whitney's desk.
"The murder weapon was likely the knife he's got stuck in his groin. It's an athame – a ritual knife. Supposedly, Wiccans dull the blade and use it only for symbolism." She took out another shot, a close-up of the note. "The message appears to indicate the murder was done by an enemy of the Church of Satan."
"Church of Satan," Whitney muttered. The death photo didn't sicken him, it tired him. He'd seen far too many. "The ultimate oxymoron. Someone took a dislike to the practices and took him out."
"The scene was set that way. It's possible, and I've got a couple of lines I can tug on that angle."
He looked up from the photo. "You're thinking Cross had a hand in this. She'd execute her own alibi."
"She'd execute her own progeny if she had any. I think she's smart," Eve continued. "And I think she's crazy. I'll be consulting with Mira on that end. But I also think she'd get a real bang out of doing this, out of rubbing it in my face. She didn't need him anymore. I had his statement."
Whitney nodded, pushed the photos back to her. "Talk to her again. And this Alban."
"Yes, sir." She put the photos away. "There's more. It's… delicate."
"What?"
"I've deleted any reference to this from the official report. Slightly altered the timing. For the record, Roarke and I were awakened by the security alarm, which was tripped when the body was placed against the perimeter wall. Off the record, we didn't discover the body initially. Jamie Lingstrom did."
"Jesus," Whitney said after a long minute. He pressed his fingers over his eyes. "How?"
Eve cleared her throat and gave a quick and concise report of everything that took place after the alarm. She concluded with what Jamie had told her at the breakfast table.
"I don't know how much of that you want to feed to IAD. Jamie's statement corroborates Alice's contention that Frank was trying to trap Cross."
"I'll filter out what I can." He continued to rub his eyes. "First his granddaughter, now his grandson."
"I think I shook him enough to keep him in line."
"Dallas, teenagers are remarkably hard to shake. I've been there."
"I do want him to have some protection, as well as surveillance. Using my own judgment, I'm arranging for this privately."
Whitney lifted a brow. "You mean Roarke's arranging it?"
Eve folded her hands. "The boy will be watched."
"We'll leave it at that." He leaned back. "A homemade, hand-held jammer, you said? One the kid jerry-rigged that managed to bypass the outer layers of the security on that fortress you live in?"
"So it would seem."
"Where is it? You didn't give it back to him."
"I'm not an idiot," she said as if she'd been slapped on the wrist. "Roarke has it." And as she completed the sentence, and the thought, her training slipped enough for her to wince.
"Roarke has it." Despite the situation, Whitney threw back his head and laughed. "Oh that's rich. You gave the wolf the key to the henhouse." He caught her narrow-eyed scowl and muffled the next chuckle. "Just trying for a little levity, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir. Ha ha. I'll get it back."