"Oh, couldn't I stay with her?" Caro's arm tightened on Reva's shoulders. "I won't interfere, I promise, but-"
"Caro." Roarke moved to stand beside her, reached down and took her hand. "It's better this way." Gently, he drew Caro to her feet. "Better for Reva. You can trust Eve."
"Yes, I know. It's just..." She looked back as Roarke led her from the room. "I'll be right here. Reva, I'm right here."
"Ms. Ewing." Eve sat across from her, set her recorder on the table between them. And saw Reva's gaze fix on it. "I'm going to record this. I'm going to read you your rights, then ask you some questions. Do you understand?"
"Blair's dead. I saw. They're dead. Blair and Felicity."
"Ms. Ewing, you have the right to remain silent." Eve walked through the revised Miranda, and Reva closed her eyes.
"Oh God, oh God. It's real. It's not some horrible dream. It's real."
"Tell me what happened here tonight."
"I don't know." A tear dribbled down her cheek. "I don't know what happened."
"Was your husband sexually involved with Felicity?"
"I don't understand it. I don't understand. I thought he loved me." Her eyes locked on Eve's. "I didn't believe it at first. How could I? Blair and Felicity. My husband and my friend. But then I could see it, could see all the signs I missed, all the clues, all the mistakes-those little mistakes they both made."
"How long have you known?"
"Just tonight. Just tonight." Her breath shuddered in and out as she used a balled fist to wipe at the tears on her cheeks. "He was supposed to be out of town until tomorrow. A client, a new commission. But he was here, with her. I came, and I saw..."
"You came here tonight to confront them?"
"I was so angry. They'd made a fool out of me, and I was so angry. They broke my heart, and I was so sad. Then they were dead. All that blood. All the blood."
"Did you kill them, Reva?"
"No!" Her whole body jerked at the question. "No, no, no! I wanted to hurt them. I wanted them to pay. But I didn't... I couldn't have. I don't know what happened."
"Tell me what you do know."
"I drove over. We have a house in Queens. Blair wanted a house, and he didn't want to live in Manhattan where we both worked. Someplace private and away, that's what he said. Someplace just ours."
Her voice broke on the words so that she covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry. It all seems impossible. It seems I'll wake up any minute and none of this will have happened."
There was some blood on her shirt. None on her hands, on her arms, her face. Eve noted it down among her observations and waited for Reva to compose herself and go on.
"I was furious, and I knew just what I wanted to do. I'd designed the security here, so I knew how to get in. I broke in."
She dashed a tear off her cheek. "I didn't want to give them time to prepare, so I broke in, and I went upstairs, to her bedroom."
"Did you have a weapon?"
"No... Well, I had a stunner. My SS issue, reconfigured. It won't go over minimum power, so I can carry it with a civilian license. I was..." She heaved a breath. "I was going to give him a jolt with it. On the balls."
"And did you?"
"No." She covered her face with her hands. "I can't remember clearly. It's like this smear over my brain."
"You tear up the leather jacket?"
"Yeah." She sighed now. "I saw it hanging over the rail. I gave him that goddamn jacket, and seeing it just made me crazy. I took out my minidrill and went to work on it. Petty, I know it was petty, but I was so angry."
"Doesn't seem petty to me," Eve said, keeping her tone mild and just a little sympathetic. "Husband's cheating on you with your pal, you'd want to get some of your own back."
"That's the way I felt. Then I saw them in the bed, together. And I saw them-dead. The blood. I've never seen so much blood. She screamed-no, no, I screamed. I must've screamed."
She rubbed a hand over her throat, as if she could still feel the sound ripping through it. "Then I passed out-I think. I smelled something. The blood, but something. Something else, and I passed out. I don't know how long."
She reached for the glass of water, drank deeply. "I woke up, and I felt fuzzy and sick and strange. Then I saw them, on the bed. I saw them again and I crawled out. I couldn't seem to stand up, so I crawled out, to the bathroom and got sick. I called my mother. I don't know why exactly. I should've called the police, but I called Mom. I wasn't thinking straight."
"Did you come here tonight with the intention of killing your husband and your friend?"
"No. I came here with the intention of pitching a royal fit. Lieutenant, I'm going to be sick again. I need to-"
She clutched her stomach, then sprang up and ran. Eve was on her heels when Reva flung open a door and dived into a powder room. Dropping to her knees, she was hideously ill.
"Burns," she managed, and gratefully took the damp cloth Eve offered. "Burns my throat."
"You take any illegals tonight, Reva?"
"I don't do illegals." She mopped the cloth over her face. "Believe me, you're raised by Caro, screened by the Secret Service, then Roarke, you don't screw around." Exhaustion in every line of her body, she leaned back against the wall. "Lieutenant, I've never killed anyone. I carried a weapon when I stood for the President, and once took a hit for her. I've got a temper, and when I'm riding on it, I can be rash. Whoever did that to Blair, to Felicity, wasn't rash. They had to be crazy. Fucking out of their minds. I couldn't have done it. I couldn't have."
Eve crouched down so they were eye-to-eye. "Why do you sound like you're trying to convince yourself of that, Reva, as much as me?"
Her lips trembled, her eyes swam with fresh tears. "Because I can't remember. I just can't remember." She covered her face with her hands, and wept.
Eve left her long enough to get Caro. "I want you to sit with her," Eve instructed. "I'm going to put a guard with you momentarily. That's procedure."
"Are you arresting her?"
"I haven't made that determination. She's cooperating, and that's going to help. It'd be best if you bring her in here, keep her in this room until I come back."
"All right. Thank you."
"I've got to get my field kit out of the car."
"I'll get it." Roarke walked out with her. "What do you think?"
"I'm not thinking anything until I secure and examine the scene."
"Lieutenant, you're always thinking."
"Let me do my job. You want to help? Direct my partner and the CSU upstairs when they arrive. Until then, you need to back off or you'll just muck up the works."
"Tell me one thing. Should I advise Reva to contact a lawyer?"
"You put me in a hell of a fix." She snatched the field kit from him. "I'm a cop. Let me go be a cop. You figure out the rest. Goddamn it to hell and back again."
She stomped upstairs. Breaking open the kit, she yanked out a can of Seal-It and coated her hands and boots. Then, fixing a recorder on her lapel, she re-entered the crime scene and got to work.
She'd progressed to the bodies themselves when she heard the creak of a floorboard. She whirled, ready to snap at the intruder, and bit back the oath when she spotted Peabody.
She was going to have to get used to her former aide's lack of clomping. The new detective no longer wore the hard-soled cop shoes of uniform, but cushy airsneaks that were all but soundless. And just, in Eve's opinion, a little spooky.
She had them, apparently, in every color of the rainbow, including the mustard yellow she wore now to match her jacket. Despite them, and the straight-legged black pants and scoop-necked top, she managed to look pressed and polished and coplike.
Her square face was sober and concerned, and framed by her standard 'do, the straight bowl cut that seemed to suit her dark hair.
"It's insult on injury to buy it naked," Peabody said.
"And embarrassing on top of it to buy it naked with another woman's husband, or a woman not your wife."
"Is that what we've got? Dispatch wasn't big on details."
"I didn't give them details. Dead guy is Roarke's admin's son-in-law, and right at the moment, her daughter's prime suspect."
Peabody looked at the bed. "Looks like a messy situation just got messier."
"Take the scene first, then I'll fill you in on the players. Stunner." She lifted the sealed weapon. "Suspect claims-"
"Holy wow!"
"What? What?" Eve's free hand slammed onto the butt of her weapon.
"That." Reaching out, Peabody danced her fingers delicately over the bracelet on Eve's wrist. "It's mag. I mean mondo mag, Dallas."
Mortified, Eve shoved the cuff under the sleeve of her jacket. She'd forgotten she was wearing the bracelet. "Maybe we could concentrate on the scene of the crime rather than my accessories."
"Sure, but that is some ultimate accessory. Is that big fat red stone a ruby?"
"Peabody."
"Okay, okay." But she was going to get a closer look, when Dallas wasn't paying attention. "Where were you?"
"Just playing around with evidence, amusing myself at a crime scene."
Peabody rolled her eyes. "Jeez, beat me with a stick."
"First chance," Eve agreed. "To continue. The suspect claims that she brought a stunner with her, a reconfigured one that meets civilian licensee requirements. This is not a reconfigured stunner, but a military issue with full capabilities."
"Uh-huh."
"Succinct, as always."
"That's inscrutable detective-speak."
"Said weapon, which I've already tested for prints, has suspect's, and only suspect's prints, all over it. As does the murder weapon." Eve gestured to another sealed bag, and the bloody knife within. "The carry bag over there holds electronic jammers and burglar tools, also loaded with Reva Ewing's prints."
"Is she security savvy?"
"Works in that capacity for Roarke Enterprises, and is a former member of the Secret Service."
"From the setup, it appears that the suspect broke in, found her husband noodling strange, and hacked away."
But she moved closer to the bed, the bodies. "No defensive wounds on either vic, no signs of struggle. Somebody starts hacking away, most people tend to object, at least a little."
"Hard to when you're stunned first."
With a fingertip, Eve indicated the small red dots between Blair's shoulder blades, the matching ones between Felicity's breasts.
"Him on the back, her on the front," Peabody noted.
"Yeah. I'd say they were in the middle of noodling strange. Killer walks in behind, zaps him first, shoves him aside and zaps her before she can more than peep. They were unconscious, or at least incapacitated when the hacking began."
"Serious overkill," Peabody commented. "There must be a dozen wounds on each of them."
"Eighteen for him, fourteen for her."
"Ouch."
"I'll say. No heart wounds, which is interesting. Makes more blood if you don't hit the heart."
She studied the way it spread over the sheets, the light spatter on the shade of the lamp beside the bed. Nasty work, she thought. Very nasty, very messy.
"Also interesting that none of the holes in them struck the points where the stunner left the burn marks. Suspect has some blood on her clothes-not much, considering, but some. Hands and arms are clean."
"She'd have to wash up after something like this."
"You'd think. You'd think if she did, she'd have gotten rid of the shirt, too. But people dumb down a lot of times after they hack a couple people to death."
"Her mother's here," Peabody pointed out.
"Yeah. So maybe her mother washed her up some, but Caro strikes me as more careful than that. Time of death is one-twelve A.M. We'll have EDD check the security, see if we can determine when she bypassed and entered. I need you to check the kitchen, see if the murder weapon came from the premises, or if it was brought on scene."
She paused a moment. "You see what's left of the leather bomber jacket on the floor down there?"
"Yeah. Looked like nice material."
"I want it tagged, too. Ewing says she tore it up with her minidrill. Let's see if that matches."
"Huh. Why'd she use a drill if she had a knife. Ripping away with a knife's got to be more satisfying and efficient."
"Yeah, there's a question. We'll also run both vics, see if we can find anyone who'd want them dead besides the betrayed wife."
