Saturday night.
Gonna keep on dancing to the rock and roll.
After a good cry, then supper, I decided that serenity would come only via resolution of the Cora Teague situation. I also decided that, like me, Slidell probably had no social life. If he did, screw it.
I went to the study and phoned him as Ryan had suggested. Skinny listened, interrupted with a minimum of tasteless commentary.
When I’d finished, “Yeah, well, just one problem, Doc. Exorcists aim to kick Satan’s ass. They don’t aim to kill.”
“No, they don’t aim to kill. But the rites can and do turn deadly.”
I put Slidell on speaker and used the notes from my online research, editing as I read aloud.
“In 1995, a twenty-five-year-old Korean woman from Emeryville, California, turned to Jean Park at his self-created Jesus-Amen Ministries. The woman couldn’t sleep and meds didn’t help, so Park decided she was possessed by demons. During the six-hour exorcism, the woman was struck as many as one hundred times, causing multiple rib fractures and internal injuries. After she died, members of the congregation sat with her body for five days because Park told them she’d awake and be cured.”
I heard a female voice in the background.
“Hold on,” Slidell said.
The phone went muffled. Slidell returned moments later. “Look, I just wanna—”
I continued, abridging even further.
“1997, the Bronx, a five-year-old girl was tied down and forced to drink a cocktail of ammonia, vinegar, pepper, and olive oil. Her mouth was taped shut. When she died, her grandmother and mother wrapped the body in plastic and left it outside with the trash. Their proof of demons? The child had thrown tantrums.
“1998, Sayville, New York. A seventeen-year-old girl was suffocated with a plastic bag because her mother was trying to destroy a demon inside her.
“2008, Henderson, Texas. A thirteen-month-old girl was bitten more than twenty times and hammered to death. Mama and her boyfriend felt the baby was possessed by a demon.”
“That ain’t the same. Those cases are just whackass parents—”
“Fighting demons in the name of God.” I barreled on. “2011, Floyd, Virginia. A man and his fellow church members felt his two-year-old daughter was possessed by evil spirits. The kid was found dead on a bed surrounded by Bibles. Her injuries included fractured ribs, abrasions, lung contusions, and hemorrhage. Cause of death was manual asphyxiation.
“2014, Germantown, Maryland. A mother, acting with a female accomplice, stabbed her four kids, killing two, convinced that evil spirits were moving back and forth through the children’s bodies. The women identified themselves as members of a group called Demon Assassins.”
“Sounds like some kinda death metal band.”
“Those are just a few examples.” I was surprised Slidell knew the genre. “There are dozens of news stories about the dangers of exorcism. Whole websites dedicated to the subject.”
“But you’re talking amateurs, right? Priests get training so things don’t go off the rails.”
“Let me share some facts, Detective. During an exorcism, the ‘possessed’ ”—the air quotes were pointless; Slidell couldn’t see me—“person is often restrained. Tied up. Strapped down. Straitjacketed. Many exorcists, priests or otherwise, see the rite not as a prayer but as a confrontation.”
“So the padre does some hocus-pocus and commands the demon to haul ass. The church tells him how to do it.”
“The priest is supposed to follow procedures approved by the Vatican. But guess what? Many ad-lib. And think about this. The exorcism, once begun, must be completed no matter how long it takes. Hours, days, weeks—”
“No play no pay?”
“—because if the exorcist quits, the demon then pursues him.”
“Yeah, that’s a motivator. But what’s this got to do with Strike?”
“It’s got to do with Cora Teague. Teague was epileptic. I think she died in the course of an exorcism. Ditto for Mason Gulley, who had a genetic condition that affected his appearance.”
Again, the female voice, now more insistent.
“I’m coming!” Slidell barked, I assumed to Verlene, not bothering to cover the handset.
“Remember the key chain audio?” I pressed on.
“The one you failed to seize.”
“Three voices. Two men and a girl. Maybe Cora secretly recorded her own exorcism.”
“Why?”
“To blackmail those responsible? To slip to the press? Because she was scared shitless the assholes would kill her? Does it matter?”
“Just for the sake of argument. Who’s on that tape with her?”
I’d asked myself the same question. “Maybe Hoke and her father, or another member of the congregation. Maybe a specialist brought in from outside.”
“You make these yaks sound like the AMA.”
“There actually are professional organizations. The American Association of Exorcists. The International Catholic Association of Exorcists. The International Association of Exorcists. Which, by the way, was recognized by the Vatican in 2014.”
“Don’t misconstrue this to mean I’m agreeing with you. But, even if you’re right, Teague and Gulley ain’t my cases.”
Misconstrue. High oratory for Skinny.
“Strike was investigating Teague.” I spoke with exaggerated patience. “Strike had the key chain. Strike went to Avery. Strike was murdered. Her death has to be connected.”
Slidell thought about that. Or at least refrained from comment for a while. Then, “There was nothing on Teague in any of Strike’s cartons.”
“What about Mason Gulley?” I asked.
“Nada.”
“What’s in the files?”
“Shit on Strike’s citizen sleuth operation. I got guys cross-checking names.”
“How long—”
“More breaking news. Wendell Clyde’s alibi is solid.”
“He was with the blogger all weekend.”
“Aslanian. Yeah. I’m sure they’ll be announcing their nuptials any minute. Look, there’s a function I gotta go to.”
“Will you run Granger Hoke? See what pops?”
“That pleasure should drop to Deputy Dick.”
“I’m certain there was something in Hoke’s history Father Morris was hiding.”
“Deputy.”
“Okay.” Blasé as hell. “But it will be embarrassing.”
“What the sweet Christ are you talking about now?”
“Ramsey beating you out on a collar for Strike.”
I heard the beep of Slidell hanging up.
I glared at my mobile, as if it, not Skinny, was the source of my irritation. Or maybe it was. Seemed all I’d done for days was talk on the phone. Mostly to people questioning my ability to reason.
And then there was Ryan. Nope. No thinking about Ryan until the case is resolved. Until. No. Leave it. Focus on the case.
I needed action. Involvement. Yet there was nothing I could do.
Frustrated, I phoned Ramsey and told him everything that had happened since last we’d spoken. Clear. Succinct. No conjecture. No grabbing-at-puzzle-pieces speculation. His response shocked me.
“I’ve been doing my own research. Hoke killed a kid.”
“Holy shit.”
“In a way. The death occurred during an exorcism.”
“What happened?” I was too stoked to acknowledge Ramsey’s joke.
“Full details were never released.”
“Of course not.”
“The incident took place in Elkhart, Indiana, in 1993. Hoke was solo priest at a small Catholic parish called Church of the Holy Comforter.”
I bit back a comment on the irony of the name.
“During a Wednesday night prayer circle a mother volunteered her nine-year-old daughter for exorcism. The rite was performed two days later in the family home. The mother held the child’s arms while Hoke sat on her back.”
“Restricting her lungs and causing suffocation.” The anger was so bitter I could taste it in my throat.