Holiday in Death (22 page)

Eve decided that her aide had either slept on a board or put extra starch in her uniform. Peabody was stiff and brittle as burned toast.

But she was prompt. Exchanging nods rather than words, they walked into the salon together. Yvette was already behind her console, busily plugging in the day’s schedule.

“You’re getting to be a regular,” she said to Eve. “You ought to let me work in a manicure or something for you.”

“Got an empty treatment room?”

“I’ve got a couple, but no free consultants until two o’clock.”

“Take five, Yvette.”

“Excuse me?”

“Clock off. I need to talk to you. We’ll use one of those empty rooms.”

“I’m really busy.”

“Here or at Cop Central. Let’s go.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” With an irritated huff, Yvette pushed off her stool. “Let me set up the backup droid. We don’t like to use droids. They’re not as personal.”

She scooted around the corner and uncoded a tall cabinet. The droid inside was beautifully groomed and coiffed, outfitted in a smart pastel skinsuit that set off deep gold skin and fiery red hair. When Yvette initialized, the droid opened big, baby blue eyes, blinked thick, weighty lashes, and smiled.

“May I assist you?”

“Take over the reception counter.”

“I’m happy to be of service. You’re looking lovely today.”

“Right.” Obviously annoyed, Yvette turned away. “She’d say that if I had a face covered with warts. That’s the problem with droids. I hope we can make this fast,” she added, clicking her way toward the back. “Simon doesn’t like us to leave our posts except on scheduled breaks.”

“He’s not going to be a problem.” Eve stepped into the treatment room and wished it didn’t remind her of an autopsy suite. “When did you last talk to Simon?”

“Yesterday.” Since she was there, Yvette picked up a massage mitt, slipped it on, and engaged. It hummed low as she ran it over her neck and shoulders. “He had a breast plumper at four, finished up at six. If you need him, he’ll be here any minute. Fact is, he was supposed to open up. Day before Christmas we’re swamped with appointments.”

“I wouldn’t expect him today.”

Yvette blinked and the massage mitt stuttered as her hand jerked. “Is something wrong with Simon? Did he have an accident?”

“Something’s wrong with Simon, but no, he didn’t have an accident. He attacked Piper Hoffman last night.”

“Attacked? Simon?” Yvette bubbled out a laugh. “You’re out of orbit big time, Lieutenant.”

“He’s killed four people, raped and murdered four people, and nearly did the same to Piper last night. He’s gone under. Where would he go?”

“You’re wrong.” Yvette’s hand shook as she ripped off the mitt. “You have to be wrong. Simon’s gentle and sweet. He couldn’t hurt anyone.”

“How long have you known him?”

“I — A couple of years, ever since he took over the salon. You have to be wrong.” Yvette held up her hands, then pressed them to her cheeks. “Piper? You said Piper was attacked? How badly is she hurt? Where is she?”

“She’s in a coma, in the hospital. Simon was interrupted before he’d finished with her, and he ran. He’s been back to his apartment, but he’s not there now. Where would he go?”

“I don’t know. I can’t believe this. You’re sure?”

Eve kept her eyes level and cool. “I’m sure.”

“But he adored Piper. He was her consultant, hers and Rudy’s. He did all their work. He called them the Angel Twins.”

“Who else is he close to? Who does he talk to about his personal life? His mother?”

“His mother? She died last year. He was devastated. She had an accident and she died.”

“He told you she had an accident?”

“Yes, she fainted or something, in the bathtub. Drowned. It was awful. They were really close.”

“He talked to you about her?”

“Yeah, we worked together, put in a lot of hours here. We’re friends.” Her eyes filled. “I can’t believe what you’re telling me.”

“You’d better believe it, for your own safety. Where would he go, Yvette? If he’s scared, if he can’t go home. If he needs somewhere to hide.”

“I don’t know. His life was here. The salon, especially after he lost his mother. I don’t think he has any other family. His father died when he was a kid. He didn’t call me. I swear he didn’t.”

“If he does, I want you to contact me immediately. Don’t play games with him. Don’t meet him alone. Don’t open the door if he comes to your place. I need to get into his locker, and interview the rest of the staff.”

“Okay. I’ll fix it. He hasn’t been acting weird or anything.” Yvette dashed a tear from her lashes as she rose. “He was all pumped up about Christmas. He’s a real softie, you know. And last year, losing his mother put a cloud over the holidays for him.”

“Yeah, well, he’s making up for it this time around.” Eve stepped into the staff room, and glanced briefly at a beefy consultant gulping down a mint-green nutri-drink.

“He’s changed the combo,” Yvette murmured. “He’s got it blocked. I can’t open this without his new code.”

“Who’s in charge around here with him gone?”

Yvette blew out a breath. “That would be me.”

Eve drew her weapon, tilted her head. “This’ll open it, but you have to give me assent for forced entry.”

Yvette simply closed her eyes. “Go ahead.”

“On record, Peabody?”

“Yes, sir.”

Eve adjusted the setting, aimed, and fired at the lock. The gun gave a muffled blast, sparked. Then metal sheered away and crashed to the floor.

“Jesus, Yvette, what the hell?”

“It’s cop business, Stevie.” She waved a hand at the gaping consultant. “You got a nine thirty buffer. Go on and set up for it.”

“Simon’s going to be pissed,” he said with a shake of his head as he left the room.

Stepping to the side so Peabody could get the right angle on record, Eve tapped a finger on the pull. “Shit.” She winced and sucked her fingertip. “Too hot.”

“Try this.” Peabody handed her a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket. Their eyes met briefly.

“Thanks.” Using the cloth, Eve covered the pull and opened the locker door. “Santa was in a hurry,” she murmured.

The red suit was balled up and shoved into the locker. High, shiny black boots stood on top of it. Reaching down, Eve pulled a can of Seal-It out of her bag, coated her hands. “Let’s see what else we’ve got.”

There were two cans of disinfectant, a half case of herbal soap, tubes of protective cream, an over-the-counter gadget that promised to destroy germs with high-frequency sound waves. She found another box of tattoo works along with templates for several complicated designs.

“This nails it.” Eve took out a thin sheet with stylized letters:

MY TRUE LOVE

“Bag everything, Peabody, and arrange for a pickup. I want it all in the lab within the hour. I’ll be in that treatment room doing the interviews.”

She didn’t get anything more from the staff. Simon had been loved and appreciated by his people. Eve heard words like compassionate, generous, sympathetic.

And she thought of the horror and pain in Marianna Hawley’s eyes.

The drive to the hospital to check on Piper was made in silence. Though the new vehicle’s climate control pumped out pleasant heat, the air seemed very chilly.

Fine, Eve thought. That was just fine. If Peabody wanted to walk around with a stick up her ass that was her problem. It wouldn’t affect the work.

“Bounce a call to McNab.” Eve stepped into the elevator, stared straight ahead. “See if he’s got any more on possible locations for Simon. Then see if Mira got the personal data.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You call me sir again in that snotty tone, I’m going to belt you.” With this Eve marched off the elevator and left Peabody scowling after her.

“Status on Piper,” Eve said and slapped her badge on the counter at the nurses’ station.

“Patient Piper is sedated.”

“What do you mean sedated? Did she come out of the coma?”

The nurse wore a colorful tunic crowded with spring flowers and a harried expression. “Patient Piper regained consciousness about twenty minutes ago.”

“Why wasn’t I contacted? Her chart was supposed to be flagged.”

“It was, Lieutenant. But Patient Piper regained consciousness at the top of her lungs. She was incoherent, hysterical and violent. We were forced to restrain and sedate at the attending’s recommendation and next of kin’s approval.”

“Where’s the next of kin now?”

“He’s in the room with her, where he’s been all night.”

“Page the attending. Get him up here.” Turning on her heel, Eve strode down the hall and into Piper’s room.

She looked like a fairy sleeping. Pale and blond and pretty. Delicate shadows were under her eyes and a faint flush of pink from the medication traced her cheekbones.

A short distance from the bed, monitors hummed. The room itself was decked out like the parlor of a classy hotel suite. Patients who had the means could afford to heal in class and comfort.

Eve’s first memory of medical treatment had been a horrid, narrow room lined with horrid, narrow beds where women and girls moaned in pain or misery. The walls were gray, the windows black, and the air thick with the stench of urine.

She’d been eight, broken and alone, without even the memory of her own name to comfort her.

But Piper wouldn’t wake to such discomfort. Her brother sat beside the bed, holding her hand, gently, as if it would shatter like thin glass at the wrong pressure.

There were already sweeps and flows of flowers, in baskets, in bowls, in tall, spearing vases. Music, something soothing with strings, played quietly.

“She woke up screaming.” He didn’t look over, but kept his bruised eyes on his sister’s face. “Screaming for me to help her. She made sounds that didn’t even sound human.”

He lifted that long, narrow hand and stroked it over his cheek. “But she didn’t recognize me; she beat at me, at the nurses. She didn’t know who I was, where she was. She thought she was still… She thought he was still with her.”

“Did she say anything, Rudy? Did she say his name?”

“She shrieked it.” His face seemed to have lost its texture as well as his color as he lifted his head. It was flat, waxy. “She said his name. ‘Oh please God,’ she said, ‘Simon, don’t. Don’t, don’t, don’t.’ Over and over and over again.”

Pity, for both of them, squeezed her heart. “Rudy, I have to talk to her.”

“She needs to sleep. She needs to forget.” He lifted his other hand and stroked Piper’s hair. “When she’s better, when she’s able, I’m going to take her away. Somewhere warm and sunny and full of flowers. She’ll heal there, away from all this. I know what you think of me, of us. I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think of you. She’s what matters.” She moved closer, so that they could face each other on either side of the bed. “Won’t she heal cleaner, Rudy, knowing the man who did this to her is locked away? I need to talk to her.”

“She can’t be made to talk about it. You can’t understand what she’ll feel, what it’s like for her.”

“I can understand. I know what she’s been through. I know exactly what she’s been through,” Eve said, pacing her words while Rudy studied her face. “I won’t hurt her. I want to put this man away, Rudy, before he does what he did to her, and worse, to someone else.”

“I have to be here,” he said after a long moment. “She’ll need me here — and the doctor. The doctor has to stay. If she’s too upset, I want him to sedate her again.”

“All right. But you have to let me do my job.”

He nodded, and shifted his eyes back to Piper’s face. “Will she… How long… If you know what it’s like for her, how long will it take her to forget?”

Oh Jesus. “She’ll never forget,” Eve said flatly. “But she’ll live with it.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“This will bring her out gradually.” The doctor was young, with eyes that still held compassion and devotion to his art. He added the medication to the IV himself rather than ordering the pesky task to a nurse or physician’s assistant. “I’m going to keep her down a couple of levels so that she won’t be overly agitated.”

“I need her coherent,” Eve told him, and he flicked those soft brown eyes over her face.

“I know what you need, Lieutenant. Ordinarily I wouldn’t agree to deactivate sedation on a woman in Patient Piper’s condition. But I understand the necessity in this case. Now you understand, she needs to remain as calm as possible.”

He gave his attention to the monitors while keeping his fingers on Piper’s wrist. “She’s steady,” he said, then looked back at Eve. “Recovering, both physically and emotionally, from a trauma of this kind, is a difficult journey.”

“You ever been to the rape wards down in Alphabet City?”

“There aren’t any rape wards in that area.”

“There were up until about five years ago, until they restructured the license requirements and standard fees for street LCs. They were mostly street whores in the wards, mostly young ones, too. Boys and girls fresh off the farm who didn’t know how to handle a John pumped up on Zeus or Exotica. I worked that sector for six miserable months. I know what I’m doing here.”

The doctor nodded, lifted his patient’s eyelid. “She’s coming around. Rudy, let her see you first. Talk to her, reassure her. Keep your voice quiet and calm.”

“Piper.” Rudy put on a hideous excuse for a smile as he leaned over the bed. “Darling, it’s Rudy. You’re okay. You’re with me. You’re absolutely safe. You’re with me. Can you hear me?”

“Rudy?” She slurred the word, keeping her eyes closed but turning her face toward the sound of his voice. “Rudy, what happened? What happened? Where were you?”

“I’m right here now.” A tear trickled down his cheek. “I’ll be right here.”

“Simon, he’s hurting me. I can’t move.”

“He’s gone. You’re safe.”

“Piper.” Eve could read the panic under the sheen of medication in her eyes when she blinked them open. “Do you remember me?”

“The police. The lieutenant. You wanted me to say bad things about Rudy.”

“No, I just want you to tell me the truth. Rudy’s right here. He’s going to stay right here while you talk to me. Tell me what happened to you. Tell me about Simon.”

“Simon.” The lights on the monitors scrambled. “Where is he?”

“He’s not here. He can’t hurt you now.” Gently, Eve took the hand Piper waved as if to ward off a blow. “No one’s going to hurt you. I’m going to keep him very far away from you, but you have to help me. You have to tell me what he did.”

“He came to the door.” Her eyes closed, and Eve could see the rapid movement behind the delicate lids. “Happy to see him. I had his Christmas gift, and he had a big silver box. A present. I thought, Simon’s brought a present for me, and for Rudy. I said, Rudy’s not here. He knew — No, you’re all alone, alone with me. He smiled at me and he — he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Dizzy,” she murmured. “I was so dizzy, and I couldn’t see very well. Have to lie down, feel so strange. I hear him, hear him talking to me, but I don’t understand. I can’t move, can’t open my eyes. I can’t think.”

“Can you remember anything he said then? Anything at all?”

“I was beautiful. He knew how to make me more beautiful. Something cool on my leg, tickling my thigh, and he’s talking to me. He loves me, only me. True love, he wants me to be his true love. I wasn’t the one, but I could be. The others don’t matter. Only me. He keeps talking, but I can’t answer. All the other loves are dead because they weren’t true. Not pure, not innocent. No!” Abruptly she ripped her hand out of Eve’s and tried to roll aside.

“It’s all right. You’re safe. I know he hurt you, Piper. I know how much it hurt you, and you were so afraid. But you don’t have to be afraid now.” Firmly now, Eve took her hand. “Look at me, talk to me. I won’t let him hurt you again.”

“He tied me up.” Tears streamed down her face now. “He tied me up on the bed. He took my clothes. I begged him not to. He was my friend. He dressed up. Horrible. There was a camera and he posed and smiled and told me I’d been a bad girl. His eyes, something was wrong with his eyes. I was screaming, but no one could hear me. Where’s Rudy?”

“I’m here.” He choked out the words, pressed his lips to her brow, her temple. “I’m here.”

“He did things to me. He raped me, and it hurt so much. He said I was a whore. Most women were whores, actresses who pretended to be different but were just whores. And most men just used them then left them. I was a whore and he could do whatever he wanted. And he did, he kept hurting me. Rudy, I kept calling for you to make him stop. Make him stop!”

“Rudy came,” Eve told her. “Rudy came and made him stop.”

“Rudy came?”

“Yes, he heard you and he came and he took care of you.”

“He stopped. Yes, he stopped.” She closed her eyes again. “There was shouting and noise and someone’s crying, very hard. Crying for his mother. I don’t remember any more.”

“Okay. You did fine.”

“You’re not going to let him come back?” Her fingers tightened on Eve’s. “You won’t let him find me?”

“No, I won’t let him come back.”

“He put stuff on me,” Piper remembered. “He sprayed something all over me.” She bit her lip. “Into me. His body, it’s been waxed. It’s hairless. He has a tattoo on his hip.”

That was new, Eve mused. He’d had no tattoo in the videos she’d screened. “Do you remember what it looked like?”

“It said, ‘My True Love.’ He showed it to me, wanted me to look at it. He said it was new, permanent, not a temp. Because he was tired of being temporary to everyone he loved. And I was crying, telling him I’d never hurt him. Then he cried, too. He said he knew, he was sorry. He didn’t know what else to do.”

“Can you remember anything else?”

“He said I would always love him, because he’d be my last. And that he’d always remember me, because I’d been his friend.” The glaze had cleared out of her eyes. Now they just seemed weary. “He was going to kill me. He wasn’t Simon anymore, Lieutenant. The man who did this to me, I didn’t know him. He became someone else in that room. And I think it frightened him almost as much as it frightened me.”

“You don’t have to be frightened now. I promise you.” Stepping back, Eve looked over at Rudy. “Let’s step outside a minute and let the doctor examine your sister.”

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed his lips to Piper’s knuckles. “I’m just outside the door. I don’t want to leave her,” he said to Eve as soon as the door closed behind them.

“She’s going to need to talk to someone.”

“She’s talked enough. She told you everything, for God’s sake — “

“She’ll need counseling,” Eve interrupted. “She’ll need treatment. Taking her away isn’t going to help her cope. I gave her a card a couple of days ago, one of mine with a name and number on the back. Contact Dr. Mira, Rudy. Let her help your sister.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again and seemed to make an effort to level himself. “You were very kind to her in there, Lieutenant. Very gentle. And hearing her describe what happened to her, I understand why you were neither kind nor gentle with me when you believed I was responsible for… what was done to the others. I’m grateful to you.”

“You can be grateful when I’ve taken him down.” She rocked back on her heels. “You know him pretty well, right?”

“I thought I did.”

“Where would he go? Is there a place, a person?”

“I would have said he’d come to me or Piper. We spent a great deal of time in each other’s company, professionally and personally.” He closed his eyes. “Which explains how he was able to access the match lists. He wouldn’t have been questioned by anyone in the organization. If I had told you that, if I had opened those doors to you freely rather than trying to protect myself and my business, I might have prevented this.”

“Open them now. Tell me about him, his mother.”

“She self-terminated. I don’t know if anyone’s aware of that but me.” Absently, Rudy pinched the bridge of his nose. “He broke down one night and told me. She was a troubled woman, mentally unstable. He blamed his father. There was a divorce when Simon was a child and his mother never got over it. She was certain that her husband would come back one day.”

“Her one true love?”

“Oh God.” Now he covered his face. “Yes, yes, I suppose. She was an actress, not a particularly successful one, but Simon thought she was marvelous, stunning. He worshipped her. But he was often distressed by her behavior. She would slide into a depression and there were men. She used men to bolster her moods. He was the most tolerant of men, but in this area, he was very close-minded. She was his mother and had no right to give herself sexually. He only spoke about it to me once, shortly after her death when he was lost in grief. She’d hanged herself. He found her Christmas morning.”

“It’s a perfect fit.” Peabody sat rigidly in the passenger seat as Eve fought through traffic. “He has a mother complex, and he’s replacing her, punishing her, loving her, every time he picks out a victim. The two males either represent his father, or his own dominant sexual preferences.”

“Thanks for the bulletin,” Eve said dryly, then rapped the wheel with the heel of her hand as she was jammed in once again on all sides. “This fucking Christmas shit! No wonder hospitals and mental clinics do booming business in December.”

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know what the hell day it is, goddamn it.” She jammed the controls into straight vertical, veered sharply to the left, and zipped across the roofs of stopped cars.

“Uh, the maxibus.”

“I got eyes.” Eve skimmed past the bus with a stingy inch to spare.

“That Rapid Cab’s going to — ” Peabody braced and shut her eyes as the cab, obviously in the same mood as Eve, shot up out of the line of traffic.

Eve swore, swerved, skinned bumpers, and hit the siren full blast. “Set it down, you stupid son of a bitch.” She tipped, squeezed over, and dumped her car so that it teetered half on the street, half on the sidewalk in front of a mass of irritated pedestrians.

She slammed out and stalked toward the cab. The driver slammed out and stalked toward her. Peabody could have told him if he wanted to go nose-to-nose with a cop, he’d picked the wrong one.

But, she thought, as she climbed out and elbowed through the crowd, maybe kicking a cabbie’s ass would put Eve in a better mood.

“I signaled. I gotta right to a vertical lift same as you. You didn’t have your lights or siren going, did ya? The city’s gonna pay for that bumper, right? You cops don’t own the road. I ain’t taking the credit dip on the damage here, sister.”

“Sister?”

Peabody actually shuddered at the jagged ice in Eve’s tone. Behind Eve’s back she shook her head with pity for the driver and took out her violation coder.

“Let me tell you something, brother. First thing you do is step back out of my face before I write you up for assault on an officer.”

“Hey, I never laid hands on — “

“I said step back. Let’s see how fast you can assume the position.”

“Jesus, it’s only a skinned bumper.”

“You want resisting?”

“No.” Muttering under his breath, he turned, splayed his legs and laid his hands on the roof of his cab. “Man, it’s Christmas Eve. Let’s cut each other a break here. Whaddaya say?”

“I’d say you’d better learn a little respect for cops.”

“Lady, my cousin’s a cop with the four-one.”

Teeth set, Eve whipped out her badge and stuck it in his face. “See that. It says Lieutenant, not sister, not lady. You could ask your cousin the cop with the four-one.”

“Brinkleman,” he muttered. “Sergeant Brinkleman.”

“You tell Sergeant Brinkleman with the four-one to contact Dallas, Homicide, Cop Central, and tell her why his cousin’s an asshole. If he explains this factor to my satisfaction, I won’t pull your license and report the fact that you cut an official vehicle off in air traffic. You got that?”

“Yeah, I got it. Lieutenant.”

“Now, get the hell out of here.”

Chastised, the driver slunk back into his vehicle, hunched down, and waited patiently for a break in traffic. Because her temper was still on the boil, Eve spun on her heel and jabbed a finger at Peabody. “And you, you want to ride with me any more today, you yank the stick out of your butt.”

“Respectfully, Lieutenant, I was unaware of any foreign object in that region.”

“Your attempt at humor isn’t appreciated at this time, Officer Peabody. If you’re dissatisfied in your position as my aide, you can request reassignment.”

Peabody’s heart clogged in her throat. “I don’t want reassignment. Sir, I’m not dissatisfied in my position.”

Barely muffling a scream, Eve pivoted away and plowed through the pedestrian traffic, earned a few bruises and rude comments, then plowed back. “You keep it up. You keep using that academy tone on me, we’re going a few rounds.”

“You just threatened to ditch me.”

“I did not. I offered you the option of assignment elsewhere.”

Peabody’s voice wavered, so she clamped down. “I felt, and still feel, that you overstepped the boundaries last night in reference to my relationship with Charles Monroe.”

“Yeah, you made that clear.”

“It was inappropriate for my superior officer to criticize my choice of escort. It was a personal matter, and — “

“Goddamn right it was personal.” Eve’s eyes went dark, but not, Peabody noted with shock, in anger. There was hurt. “I wasn’t speaking as your superior officer last night. I never considered myself addressing my aide. I thought I was talking to a friend.”

Shame washed up from Peabody’s toes to the top of her head. “Dallas — “

“A friend,” she barreled on, “who was sloppy-eyed over an LC. An LC who was a suspect in an ongoing investigation.”

“But Charles — “

“Low on the list,” Eve snapped, “but still on it, as he’d been matched with one victim and with one of the attempts.”

“You never believed Charles was the killer.”