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.”
“You followed them into that suite. But first you helped drug Ava and Jack at the clinic.”
“We gave them what would open them to the coming ritual, what would help them accept, and embrace Silas’s power.”
“He used hypnosis, Leah, on top of hallucinogens.”
Tears continued to gather and spill. “You don’t understand. You’re closed.”
“Fine. You used chemicals to open Ava and Jack, without their knowledge or permission.”
“Yes, but-”
“And once they were under that influence, you took them to the hotel. Correct?”
“Yes.”
“There, Mika Nakamura and Brian Trosky had also been drugged, and embraced by Silas’s power. That power caused them to shut down the security cameras to the lobby, and to the elevators for the sixtieth floor. It also, as had been done to Jack, caused them to forget what had been done, or suffer pain.”
“The pain is only if they refuse to accept, only to help them-”
“Inside the room, you ate and you drank, you engaged in sexual activity.”
Color flushed into her cheeks. It was amazing, Eve mused, what embarrassed murderers.
“Sex is an offering.”
“Ava didn’t offer, did she? After you’d feasted and stoked up, painted your pentagram, lit your candles, said whatever it is you people say, you stretched out a drugged, helpless, naked woman on the floor, and told a drugged, helpless man to have at her. He cared for her. They cared for each other, isn’t that true?”
“Yes, yes, but-”
“And when he finished what he’d have never done of his own will, the rest of you raped her.”
“Yes.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Everyone was required to take from the gift, and to give of ourselves. But I felt…”
“What?”
“Cold. So cold. Not the heat, not the fire, but ice. I heard her screaming in my head. I swear I heard her.” She covered her face with her hands. “But no one would listen. They pulled her to her feet. Kiki and Rodney. Silas stepped into the circle, and the cold, the cold was terrible. Her screaming was like spikes in my head. But no one heard her. He slashed her throat, and her blood sprayed all over him. Everyone rushed forward when she fell to take more blood, to make more blood. Jack passed out, so they coated him with her blood. They took him upstairs, left him in bed while they finished with her. Larry told me to go up, to take one of the knives and put it in Jack’s hand, and to give him another round of drugs so he’d overdose.”
“The plan was to kill Jack, leave him behind, so it looked as if he’d killed Ava.”
“Yes. Yes. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t give him more. Her blood was on my hands, and I could hear her screaming.” She laid down her head and wept.
“Give her five minutes to pull it together,” Eve told Peabody. “The charge is Murder in the Second, two counts,” she added, thinking of Trosky. “Additional charges are kidnapping, two counts, rape, inducing chemicals without consent or knowledge, including illegals. Have her booked and bolted. I’m going to go get us a shitload of warrants.”
Lack of sleep didn’t put a hitch in Eve’s stride as she walked to Silas Pratt’s front door. Big, fancy house, she noted. Well, he’d seen the last of that. The droid that answered looked down its nose. “Dr. and Mrs. Pratt are unavailable at this time. Please leave your name and state your business, and-”