Visions in Death (28 page)
Authors: J. D. Robb
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Mystery & Detective, #Detective and mystery stories, #Police, #Suspense, #Mystery, #Police Procedural, #Psychics, #Policewomen, #Crime & Thriller, #Crime & mystery, #Eve (Fictitious character), #Dallas, #Dallas; Eve (Fictitious Character)
"You're not the only one who can block." Eve angled her head. "I told you Mira has a daughter who's Wiccan and a sensitive. She gave me a few pointers."
"You played me."
"That's right. But not well enough, not fast enough, or my partner wouldn't be in the hospital."
"I didn't know he'd go after her. By the time I did, it was too late. I tried to contact you. I
like
Peabody."
"Me, too. Guess you didn't have the same sensibilities about the other women he butchered."
She lifted her shoulders a little, let them fall. "I didn't know them."
"I do."
"I did it for love. Whatever I did, it was for love."
"Bullshit. You did it for yourself. For control, for power, for selfishness. People don't kill for love, Celina, they just like to pretty up the mess they've made by saying so."
Eve stood. "On your feet."
"I'll make a jury understand. It was a kind of madness, that's all. And that madness took me over—my gift makes me all the more susceptible—until what he was got inside of me and killed Annalisa."
"You go on believing that. Celina Sanchez, you're under arrest. Why don't I give you a rundown of the counts?" She nodded to Roarke who moved to the elevator. "First degree sexual assault, first degree murder, mutilation of Annalisa Sommers, a human being. Accessory to sexual assault, murder, and mutilation, before and after the fact. Fifteen counts."
"Fifteen... You can't blame me for what he did." She tried to swing around when Eve snapped on the restraints.
"Oh yeah, we can. We do. And I'll bet mine against yours we'll make a jury understand why." Eve looked over as McNab and Feeney got off the elevator. "Additional counts, accessory before and after the fact, attempted murder, assault and battery on a police officer. Take her in, Detective. Book her."
McNabtook Celina's arm. "My pleasure."
"List Detective Peabody as arresting officer, in absentia."
He opened his mouth, then cleared his throat. "Thank you, sir."
"Go home, kid," Feeney told her as he took Celina's other arm. "We've got it from here."
Eve listened to the elevator start down. "Should get a team in here tonight, see what we can dig up. Add a few bars to her cage." Then she rubbed her tired eyes. "Screw it, we'll lock it down. Tomorrow's soon enough."
"Music to my ears." He recalled the elevator. "That was well done, Lieutenant. Giving the collar to Peabody."
"She earned it. I'm still buzzed." She rolled her shoulders and stepped into the elevator. "My eyes want to close, but my body's still jumping."
"I believe we can fix that when we get home. You can close your eyes." He leaned down, kissed her, long and deep. "And I'll jump your body."
"Sounds like a deal."
She walked outside, fixed a police seal to the door. "Rain's stopped," she commented.
"Still a bit misty yet."
"I like it."
"You liked her," he added.
"I did." She stood in front of the door, looking out at the street, the wash of puddles as a Rapid Cab slewed through. "I did like her. Still do on some level, even knowing what she is."
He slung an arm around her shoulders, she hooked hers around his waist. "Do you think she loves him? Lucas?"
"No." She knew what love was now. "But she thinks she does."
Eve dropped into the passenger seat this time, yawned comfortably when Roarke took the wheel. She leaned back, closed her eyes, trusting he'd get her home.
Yes, she knew what love was.
The End
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