Ten
Revived and revved, Eve stood with Roarke in Observation and watched Leah pace the interview room in her smart suit.
“She’s already sweating. Ten minutes in, and she’s already sweating. She’s scared and guilty, and the doctors aren’t here to tell her what to do, what to say.”
“Why her? Out of all of them?”
“She cried.” She glanced over as Mira came in.
“Word’s out that you have one of them in,” Mira said. “I wanted to see for myself.”
“I haven’t arrested her yet. Listen, I’m going to ask you not to turn on the audio until I give you the go. Actually, I’m not asking. I’ve got to get started.”
“Will I be able to see Mika?” Roarke asked Mira after Eve stepped out.
“Not yet. She’s comfortable for the moment. I’ve spoken with her husband.”
“So have I. Is there anything I can do for her?”
“There will be.” Mira laid a hand over Roarke’s, and watched Eve enter Interview. “What she’s going to say needs to be off the record. At least for my ears.”
“Do you object?”
“No.” Mira stared at Leah Burke through the glass. “No, I don’t.”
Inside, Leah spun toward Eve. “I demand to know why I was brought here, why I’m being treated this way. I have rights. I have-”
“Shut the fuck up. You’ve got nothing here until I give it to you. Sit down.”
The words, the tone, had Leah’s whole body recoiling. “I will not-”
“I’ll put you down, bitch. Believe it.”
The threat, so hot and hard in Eve’s eyes, had Leah sitting at the small table. “You’ll lose your badge.” But her voice trembled, just a little. “Worse. There are laws.”
Eve slammed both fists on the table, hard enough to have Leah covering her face in defense. “Laws? I bet you were thinking about laws when Ava Marsterson was being hacked to death. Jack remembers, Leah.” She leaned close, snapped her fingers in front of Leah’s face. “Boom. Spell broken. You’ve got one shot. One, then I move on to the next. But I’ll hurt you first.”
“You can’t touch me. You can’t put your hands on me. I want-”
“I know how to hurt you so it won’t show.” Eve let the heat burn in her eyes as she circled the table. “Your word against mine. Decorated cop against murder suspect. Guess who they’ll believe? I haven’t put this on record. I haven’t read you your rights. And we’re all alone here, Leah. One shot once I turn on the record. You don’t take it, I move to Kiki or Rodney, to Larry’s wife, and down the line-and you go back to a cage blubbering with the pain.
“Everybody gets one shot. Take it, I deal down to Murder Two. You’ll do life, but you’ll do it on planet. Pass? And you’ll find out what hell really is because you’ll be in some concrete cage in an off-planet penal colony where I will personally see that word gets out you fucked with tiny little children. Do you know what cons like to do to people who fuck with tiny little children?”
“I’ve never touched a child-”
“I’ll lie.” Eve grinned. “And I’ll love it. One shot, and if you so much as think lawyer, it’s done. You only get the chance because Jack’s soft-hearted enough to think you feel real bad about what happened. Me? I’m hoping you pass so I can look forward to getting the reports on how many inventive ways the other cons and the guards rape you over the next, oh, fifty years.”
She came around the table, whispered in Leah’s ear. “They find ways to get sharp, ugly tools into those cages, Leah. They’ll slice and dice you, let them stitch you up again just so they can slice and dice some more. The more you beg, the more they’ll enjoy it.”
She watched tears plop on Leah’s trembling hands, on the rough surface of the table. And thinking of Ava, felt no pity. “She trusted you, you bitch.”
“Please. Oh, please.”
“Screw you.” Eve walked to the door, stepped out. She took a deep breath, signaled Peabody. “Let’s do it.” Walking back in, she nodded toward the observation glass. “Record on. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve-”
“Please, please. I’ll tell you everything.”
“Hey, great.” Eve slid into her chair, composed and easy. “Let’s just get everything on record first, and read you your rights.”
When she’d finished, she nodded to Leah. “What do you want to tell us, Ms. Burke?”
“I didn’t know it would be like that. I swear, I swear I didn’t know.”
“Like what?”
“So much blood. I never thought they would really kill her.”
“Be more specific.”
“I thought it would be a symbolic death.”
“Bullshit.” Eve leaned back in her chair with the warning in her eyes clear. Lie, and your one shot dies. “You knew exactly what was going to happen, and when it did, you couldn’t handle it. If you want me to go to the PA and say you came in, you confessed, you gave the details and feel remorse, don’t bullshit me. Did you participate in the ritual murder of Ava Marsterson?”
“Yes. I didn’t understand. Believe me, I didn’t understand. I thought I did, but… She didn’t accept, and neither did Jack. Not like Silas said they would.”
“Silas Pratt participated in the murder of Ava Marsterson?”
“He cut her throat. She just stood there, and he cut her throat, and the blood gushed out of her. She didn’t accept. She didn’t know what was happening, so how could she accept?”
“Accept what?”
“Her sacrifice. That she would be the gift.”
“Whose gift?”
“The gift from us to the prince. To Lucifer.”
“How long have you been a satanist?”
“I am not a satanist. I am a disciple of the One.”
Eve gave it a moment, unsure if she was amused or irritated by the obvious insult in Leah’s voice. “Okay. And does the One demand the murder of innocents?”
“Your God murdered my child.” Leah’s hands balled into fists, beat lightly on the table. “He took her, and what had she ever done? She was just a baby. I found my way back. I found my strength and my purpose.”
“Silas Pratt showed you the way back.”
“He’s a great man. You’ll never understand. A man of power. You’ll never hold him with your pitiful laws and your bars.”
“But he lied to you, this great man, this man of power,” Peabody put in. “He lied to you about Ava and Jack.”
“No, I think… No, he wouldn’t lie. I think he miscalculated, that’s all. She just wasn’t ready. Wasn’t as strong as Silas thought. Or maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m weak. I couldn’t stand what they did to her.”
“Tell me who they are. Every name of everyone who was in Suite 606.”
“Silas and his wife, Ola. Larry-Dr. Collins, and his wife, Bria.” In a dull, empty voice, she gave Eve a dozen names in addition to her own. “And Ava and Jack.”
“Dr. Slone?”
“No. Peter and the others from the clinic who weren’t there aren’t disciples or priests. It’s important, Silas thinks, that there are those who aren’t part of us-and to know who is open to our faith, and who would be closed. Everyone who is of our group attended. It was an important ritual, a celebration.”
“A celebration?”
“Yes. It was Silas’s birthday.”
“I’ve seen his records. It wasn’t his birthday.”
“His date of rebirth in the One.”
“Right.” Eve sat back again. “Why Ava and Jack?”
“Ava was the gift. Silas recognized her as such the day she came in to interview for the position. And Jack… the sexual energy between them would be a vital element to the ritual.”
“Why that room?”
“We’d considered other venues, but… A palace, it seemed right. And Larry’s connection to the head of security gave us the way in. I’m only a disciple. I don’t plan.” She folded her hands now, bowed her head. “I follow.”