IN THE DREAM THERE WAS A WHITE SHEET OVER the dark ground, and the ruined body that lay on it. Bitter with cold, dawn carved its first light, etching the eastern spires1 into sharpened silhouettes2.
She stood with her hands in the pockets of a black peacoat, a black watch cap pulled low on her forehead.
The body lay between her and a big black clock with a big white face. The seconds ticked away on it, and every strike was like thunder that sent the air to quaking.
And in the dream Feeney stood beside her. The harsh crime scene lights washed over them and what they studied. There was no silver in his hair to glint in those lights, and the lines in his face didn’t ride so deep.
I trained you for this, so you could see what needs to be seen, and find what’s under it.
She crouched3 down, opened her kit4.
She doesn’t look peaceful, Eve thought, as people so often said about the repose5 of the dead. They really never do.
But death isn’t sleep. It’s something else again.
The body opened its eyes.
I’m Corrine Dagby. I was twenty-nine. I was born in Danville, Illinois, and came to New York to be an actress. So I waited tables because that’s what we do. I had a boyfriend, and he’ll cry when you tell him I’m dead. So will the others, my family, my friends. I bought new shoes the day before he took me. I’ll never wear them now. He hurt me, he just kept hurting me until I was dead.
Didn’t you hear me screaming?
She stood in the morgue, and Morris’s bloody6 hand held a scalpel. His hair was shorter, worn in a neat and tidy queue at the nape of his neck. Over the body, he looked at Eve.
She used to be healthy, and had a pretty face until he ruined her. She sang in the shower and danced in the street. We all do until we come here. And in the end, we all come here.
In the corner, the big clock ticked the time so every second echoed.
They won’t come if it stops, she thought. Not if I stop it. They’ll sing in the shower and dance in the street, they’ll eat cupcakes and ride the train if I stop it.
But you haven’t. Corrine opened her eyes again. Do you see?
The faces and bodies changed, one melding into the next while the clock hammered the time. Hammered until her head pounded with it, until she pressed her hands to her ears to block it out.
Faster, faster, the faces flashed and merged7 while the seconds raced. So many voices, all the voices calling, coalescing8 into one, and the one cried out.
Can’t you hear us screaming?
She woke with a gasp9, with that awful cry echoing in her head. The light was dim, warm with the fire simmering low in the hearth10. The cat butted11 against her shoulder as if telling her, “Wake up, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah, I’m up. I’m awake. Jesus.” She rolled over, stared up at the ceiling as she got her breath back. With one hand she scratched Galahad between the ears, and checked the time on her wrist unit. “Oh, crap.”
She’d been out nearly three hours. Shoving off sleep, Eve pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and began to push off the bed. She heard it then, the sizzle and pulse of the shower.
She laid a hand on the spread beside her, felt his warmth lingering there. So they’d both slept, she realized. Good for them.
Stripping as she went, she headed for the shower.
She wanted to wash away the fatigue12, the grit13, the ugliness of the past twenty-four hours. She wanted the beat of the water to push away the vague headache she’d woken with, and flood out the remnants of the dream.
Then, when she stepped to the wide opening of the glass that enclosed the generous shower, she knew she wanted more.
She wanted him.
He was facing away from her, his hands braced15 on the glass, letting the water from the multiple jets beat over him. His hair was seal-sleek16 with wet, his skin gleaming with it. Long back, she mused17, a taut18, bitable ass14, and all those tough, toned muscles.
He hadn’t been up for long, she thought, and was likely as worn down as she.
The water would be too cold, she knew. But she’d fix that.
They’d fix each other.
She slipped in, wrapped her arms around his waist, pressed her body to his back. Nipped lightly at his shoulder. “Look what I found. Better than the toy surprise in the cereal box. Increase water temp to one hundred and one degrees.”
“Must you boil us?”
“I must. Anyway, you won’t notice in a minute.” To prove it, she glided19 her hands down, found him. “See?”
“Is this how you behave with all the members of your task force?”
“They only wish.”
He turned, caught her face in his hands. “And look how my wishes come true.” He kissed her softly, brow, cheeks, lips. “I thought you might sleep a bit more.”
“I already took more than I meant to.” She pressed to him again, laying her head on his shoulder as the water flooded them. “This is better than sleep.”
As the steam began to rise she tipped her head back. She found his mouth with hers, soft again, soft so they could both sink deep.
His fingers skimmed up into her hair, combing through the sleek cap of it as he murmured something that tasted sweet against her lips. Even through the sweetness she recognized need.
Yes, they would fix each other.
She tore her lips from his to press them to his throat, to feel his pulse beat while her hands stroked up his back. As he held her, as he turned her so the water sluiced20 over them, more than the day washed away.
Now his hands moved over her, creamy with soap, gliding21 over skin that all but hummed at the pleasure. Again he turned her, drew her back against him. And those hands circled her breasts, slid over them while his mouth sampled the side of her throat, her shoulder.
She moaned once, lifted an arm to hook around him, and quivered as his hands circled down.
He could feel her giving, opening, awaiting. The way her body moved, the way her breath caught. He could hear it in the quick cry that escaped her when he slipped his hands between her legs to cup her. How she trembled, her arm tightened22 when he used his fingers to tease and to pleasure. And the shock of her release when he dipped them into that hot, wet velvet23.
“Take more.” He had to give more.
Her trembles went to shudders24, her breath to sobbing25.
Her surrender, to him, to herself, aroused him beyond imagining. And the fatigue and sorrow that sleep and shower hadn’t washed away drowned in his love for her.
He spun26 her around, pressed her back against the wall. Her breath was short, but her eyes stayed on his.
“You take more now,” she told him.
Gripping her hips27, he fought for control, to hold the moment. And so slipped slowly inside her.
Steam smoked around them; the water streamed. They watched each other, moved together.
More than pleasure, he thought. Somehow even more than love. At a time they each needed it most, they gave each other that essential human gift of hope.
Even as her breath caught, caught again, he saw her smile. Undone28, he captured those curved lips. Surrounded by her, drowning in her, he let himself take the pleasure, take the love. Take the hope.
W ell, that set me up.” Eve stretched her neck after she dragged on her old and favored NYPSD sweatshirt. “Sleep and shower sex. I ought to make the combo required for the team.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have the time to sleep and play in the shower with Peabody and Callendar. Even for the good of the team.”
“Ha-ha. Funny.” She sat on the arm of the sofa in the sitting area to pull on thick socks. “I’ll just keep you as my personal energy booster. Gotta get back to it.”
“Food,” Roarke said.
“Yeah, I figured on—”
“I know what you figured on.” He took her hand to walk out of the bedroom with her. “But disappointment is what you’re doomed29 for as it’s not going to be pizza.”
“I think you have prejudice against the pie.”
“I have no pie prejudice. However, I insist on another element to your energy boost. In addition to sleep and shower sex, we’re having steak.”
“Red meat’s hard to argue with, but I’m having fries with it.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She knew that mmm-hmm. It meant vegetables. She also knew that fussing over getting decent food into her would keep his mind off what was happening to Gia Rossi.
She let him order up whatever he considered proper nutrition while she fed the cat. The vegetables turned out to be some sort of medley30 he called ni?oise. At least they had the crunch31 going for them.
She read over her detectives’ reports while they ate. “People remember the details,” she said. “Such as they were. The people who were close to the prior vics remember the details.”
“I imagine so. For them—each of them,” Roarke commented, “it was likely a once-in-a-lifetime shock and loss.”
“If they’re lucky. But even so, they don’t tell us anything new. No new people in their lives, no comments or complaints about being bothered or worried. Each one had a basic routine—with some variations, sure. But each walked to and from work or transportation at basically the same time frame every day. No viable32 witnesses came forward claiming they saw them with anyone at the time they disappeared.”
“Viable.”
She shrugged33, ate a fry. “You get the loonies and the attention-grabbers. Nothing panned. Still you check them out, every one. End up wasting time following false leads. People are a pain in the ass.”
“You said you were going to check lots and garages. I assume you did then as well.”
“Yeah. Watched hours of security vids, questioned dozens of attendants, droid and human, checked ticket records. We got nothing. Which means he could’ve used street parking, an unsecured lot, or just got lucky.”
Roarke lifted his eyebrows34 as he ate. “Four times lucky?”
“Yeah, exactly. I don’t think it was luck. He’s not lucky, he’s precise and prepared.”
“Did you consider he might use an official vehicle? A black-and-white, a city official, a cab?”
“Yeah, we pushed that angle, and got nowhere. And we’ll push it again. I’ve got Newkirk sifting35 through the records, looking for any private purchase of that kind of ride. They go up for auction36 a couple times a year. Checking the stolen vehicles records. I’ve got McNab searching the city and transportation employee records to see what we see there. We’ll cross all that with the other case files. Even if he changed his name and appearance, prints are required on all ID for that kind of thing. Nothing’s popped yet.”
“What about medical equipment and supplies? He drugs them, restrains them, and certainly must have some equipment to deal with the blood.”
“Went there, going there again. Countless37 clinics, hospitals, health care centers, doctors, MTs. Doctors and MTs and aides and so on who lost their licenses38. Toss in funeral parlors39 and bereavement40 centers, even body sculpting41 salons42. You’ve got hours and hours of leg and drone work.”
“Yes. Yes, you would. You’re covering every possible area.”
“Maybe. We worked it for weeks, even after the murders stopped. Then Feeney and I worked it weeks more, every time we could squeeze it in. No sleep and shower sex and steak in those days.”
She pushed up to pace a little. Maybe by looking back she’d see something she hadn’t seen before. “We’d work around the clock sometimes, pushing and prodding43 at this on our own time. Sitting over a beer at three in the morning in some cop bar, talking it through all over again. And I know damn well, he’d go home, pick through it. I did.”
She glanced back at Roarke, sitting at her desk with the remnants of the meal they had shared, with data on death on her comp screen, on the wall screen. “Mrs. Feeney, she’s one of the ones who gets it. She understands the cop, the job, the life. Probably why she has all those weird44 hobbies.”
“To keep her from sitting, worrying, wondering when it’s three in the morning and he hasn’t come home.”
“Yeah. Sucks for you guys.”
He smiled a little. “We manage.”
“He loves her a lot. You know how he’ll talk in that long-suffering way about ‘the wife.’ He’d be lost without her. I know how that is. I know how he’s working this right now while she’s probably knitting a small compact car. How he’s seeing all those faces, the ones from then, the ones from now.”
Can’t you hear us screaming?
“And he knows it’s on him.”
“How can you say that?” Roarke demanded. “He did everything that could be done.”
“No, because there’s always something else. You missed it, or you didn’t look at it from just the right angle, or ask just the right question at exactly the right time. And maybe someone else would have. Doesn’t make them better or mean they worked harder at it. It just means they…” She lifted a hand, swiveled it like a door. “Means they turned something, opened something, and you didn’t. He was in command, so it’s on him.”
“And now it’s on you?”
“Now it’s on me. And that hurts him because, well, he brought me up. As far as being a cop goes, he brought me up. I didn’t want to bring him into this,” she said and sat again. “And I couldn’t leave him out.”
“He’s tough and he’s hardheaded,” Roarke reminded her. “Just like the cop he brought up. He’ll handle it, Eve.”
“Yeah.” She sighed, looked back at the wall screen. “How does he pick them? We know, this time, part of his requirement is that they work for you in some capacity. He’s so fucking smart he had to figure we’d click to that. So he wants us to know that much. He gives us the information he wants us to have. The type he prefers, how long he worked on them. He doesn’t mind if we know what products he used to clean them up. But this time, he’s given us a little more. Here’s a new piece, what do you make of that?”
She looked back at Roarke. “Does he know you? Personally, professionally? Has he done business with you? Did you buy him out, and maybe he didn’t want to be bought out? Did you underbid him on some contract? Did you fire him, or overlook him for promotion45? Nothing’s random46 with him, so his choice here is deliberate.”
He’d inched all those same questions through his mind, turning them over from every angle. “If he works for me, I can find out. The travel,” Roarke said. “Whether it was business-related or personal time, I can search files for employees who were sent to the locations of the other murders in that time period, or who took personal leave.”
“How many employees would you figure you have?”
His lips curved again. “I honestly couldn’t say.”
“Exactly. But using Mira’s profile—and we’ll have an updated one tomorrow—we can cut that back considerably47.”
Following the usual arrangement when he dealt with the meal, Eve rose to clear the dishes. “I’ll run a probability, but I think there’s a low percentage he works for you. He doesn’t strike me as a disgruntled employee.”
“Agreed. I can check the same information on major competitors and subcontractors. Using my private equipment.”
She said nothing at first, just carted the dishes into the kitchen, loaded them into the machine. His private office, with its unregistered equipment, would allow him to evade48 CompuGuard and the privacy laws.
Whatever he found, she couldn’t use it in court, couldn’t reveal where she’d gotten the data. Illegal means, she thought, crossing the line. Such maneuvers49 gave a defense50 attorney that flea-ass opening.
Can’t you hear us screaming?
She walked back into the office. “Run it.”
“All right. It’ll take considerable time.”
“Then you’d better get started.”
Alone, she began to set up her murder board while her computer read off the progress reports from her team.
Board’s too small, she thought. Too small to hold all the faces, all the data. All the death.
“Lieutenant51.”
“Computer pause,” she ordered, then turned to Summerset. “What? I’m working.”
“As I can see. Roarke asked I bring you this data.” He held out a disc. “The employee search he asked I run.”
“Good.” She took it, walked over to put it on her desk. Glanced back. “You still here? Go away.”
Ignoring her, he stood in his funereal52 black suit, his back stiff as a poker53. “I remember this. I remember the media reports on these women. But there was nothing about these numbers carved into them.”
“Civilians don’t need to know everything.”
“He takes great care in how he forms them, each number, each letter so precise. I’ve seen this before.”
Her eyes sharpened. “What do you mean?”
“Not this, not exactly this, but something similar. During the Urban Wars.”
“The torture methods?”
“No, no. Though, of course, there was plenty of that. Torture’s a classic means of eliciting54 information or dealing55 out punishment. Though it’s rarely so…tidy as this.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He looked over at her. “You’re too young to have experienced the Urbans, or to remember the dregs of them that settled in some parts of Europe after they ended here. In any case, there were elements there, too, that civilians—so to speak—didn’t need to know.”
He had her full attention now. “Such as?”
“When I served as a medic, the injured and the dead would be brought in. Sometimes in piles, in pieces. We’d hold the dead, or those who succumbed56 to their injuries—for family members if such existed, and if the body could be identified. Or for burial or cremation57. Those who didn’t have identification, or were beyond being identified, would be listed by number until disposal. We kept logs, listing them by any description possible, any personal effects, the location where they’d been killed, and so on. And we would write the number on them, and the date of their death, or as close as we could come to it.”
“It was what we did when I worked in London. There were other methods in other areas, and in some of the worst areas only mass burials and cremations without any record.”
She walked back over to the board, studied the carving59. It wasn’t the same, she thought. But it was an angle.
“He knows their names,” she said. “The name’s not an issue. But the data’s important. It has to be recorded. The data’s what identifies them. The time is what names them for him. I need another board.”
“Excuse me?”
“I need another board. I don’t have enough room with one. We got anything around here that’ll work?”
“I imagine I can find what you need.”
“Good. Go do that.”
When he left, she went to her desk, added the Urban Wars data to her notes, then continued to jot60 down her speculations61.
Soldier, medic, doctor. Maybe someone who lost a family member or lover…No, no, she didn’t like that one. Why would he torture and desecrate62 the symbol, you could say, of anyone who’d mattered to him? Then again, if a loved one had been tortured, killed, identified in that manner, this just might be payback or some twisted re-creation.
Maybe he’d been tortured, survived it. Tortured by a female with brown hair, within the age span.
Or maybe he’d been the torturer.
She rose, paced. Then why wait decades to re-create? Did some event trigger it? Or had he been experimenting all along, until he found the method that suited him?
And maybe he was just a fucking lunatic.
But the Urbans were an angle, yes they were. Mira’s profile had indicated he was mature, even nine years back. Male, likely Caucasian, she remembered, between the ages of thirty-five and sixty.
So go high-end, and yeah, he could’ve seen some of the wars as a young man.
She sat again and, adding in new speculations, ran probabilities.
While they ran, she plugged in the disc Summerset had brought in. “Computer, display results, wall screen two.”
Acknowledged. Working…
As they began to scroll63, her jaw64 simply dropped. “Well, Jesus. Jesus.” There were hundreds of names. Maybe hundreds of hundreds.
She couldn’t complain that Summerset wasn’t efficient. The names were grouped according to where they worked, where they lived. Apparently65, there were just one hell of a lot of women with brown hair between twenty-eight and thirty-three who worked in some capacity for Roarke Enterprises.
“Talk about a big, honking66 octopus67.”
She was going to need a whole bunch of coffee.
R oarke’s private office was streamlined and spacious68, with a dazzling view of the city through privacy screens. The wide U-shaped console commanded equipment as sophisticated and extensive as any the government could claim.
He should know, he held several government contracts.
And he knew, however artful the equipment, successful hacking69 depended on the operator’s skill. And patience.
He ran his own employee files first. However numerous they were, it was still a simple matter. As was the search he implemented70 to locate any male employees who worked or had worked for him who had traveled to the other murder locations or taken personal leave during that time frame.
As it ran he generated a list of major competitors. He would, subsequently, search through those companies he didn’t consider genuine competition. But he’d start at the top.
Any company, organization, or individual who was, in actuality, competitive would have—as he did—layers and layers of security on their internal files. And each would need to be peeled back with considerable care.
He sat at the console where the controls shimmered71 or flashed like jewels. His sleeves were pushed up, his hair tied back.
He started with companies with offices or interests in one or more of the locations.
And began to peel.
As he worked, he talked to himself, to the machines, to the layers that tried to foil him. As time passed, his curses became more Irish, his accent more pronounced, and layers melted away.
He took a break for coffee and to scan the results of his initial search.
He had no employee who fit all the requirements. But, he noted72, there were some who’d been in at least two of the locations or on leave during the time of the murders.
They’d be worth a closer look.
He shifted back and forth73 between tasks, to keep himself sharp. He wormed his way through security blocks, picked his way through data. Ordered search, cross match, analysis so his equipment hummed in a dozen voices.
At some point he got up for yet another pot of coffee, and glanced at the time.
Four-sixteen a.m.
Cursing, he sat back, scrubbed his hands over his face. Hardly a wonder he was losing his edge. And Eve, he knew, would be asleep at her desk. If she’d decided74 to call it a night, she would have come by to check his progress first.
Instead, she’d work herself into the ground, and as he was doing exactly the same, he had no room to fight with her about it.
Nearly half-four, he thought. Gia Rossi might already be dead, or praying to all the gods death would come soon.
Roarke closed his eyes a moment, and though he knew the guilt75 was useless, let it run through him. He was too tired for the anger.
“Copy document C to disc, save all data. Ah, continue current run, copy and save when complete. Operator will be off-line.”
Acknowledged.
Before he left, he put in a call to Dublin.
“Good morning to you, Brian.”
His old mate’s wide face creased76 with a surprised smile. “Well now, if it isn’t the man himself. Which side of the pond would you be on?”
“The Yank side. It’s a bit early on your side of it for me to be calling a publican. I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t, no. I’m just having my tea. How is our Lieutenant Darling?”
“She’s well, thanks. Would you be alone there?”
“I would be, more’s the pity. I’ve no enchanting77 woman to warm the sheets with me at the moment, as you do.”
“I’m sorry for that. Brian, I’m looking for a torturer.”
“Is that so?” Only the mildest surprise showed in Brian’s eyes. “And are you too delicate these days to be after taking care of such matters yourself?”
“I was always too delicate for this, and so were you. He’s done over twenty women in the last decade, late twenties, early thirties, all of them. And all of them with brown hair, light skin. The last was found only yesterday. She worked for me.”
“Ah,” Brian said. “Well.”
“Another is missing—that’s part of his method—and she was mine as well.”
Brian sucked air through his nose. “Were you diddling with them, on the side, like?”
“No. He’d be older than we are, that’s how they’re profiling him. At least a decade older if not more. He’s very skilled. He travels. He must have enough of the ready to afford a place, a private place, to do this work. If he’s a professional, he takes this busman’s holiday every year or two. There’s no sex involved. No rape78. He takes, binds79, tortures, kills, cleanses80. And he times how long each lasts under it.”
“I haven’t heard of anyone like this. Nasty business.” Brian pulled on his ear. “I can make some inquiries81, tap a few shoulders.”
“I’d be grateful if you would.”
“I’ll be in touch if and when,” Brian told him. “Meanwhile, give Lieutenant Darling a sweet kiss from me, and tell her I’m only waiting for her to throw your worthless ass aside and come into my waiting embrace.”
“I’ll be sure to do that.”
After he’d ended the transmission, Roarke took the discs he’d generated and, with the machines still humming, left the office.
He found Eve where he’d expected to. Her head was on her desk, pillowed on her forearm. He noted the murder boards, the pair of them, the discs, the handwritten notes, the comp-generated ones.
The half cup of coffee, not quite cold—and the cat curled in her sleep chair.
He moved to Eve, lifted her out of the chair. She muttered some complaint, stirred, and shifted.
“What?”
“Bed,” he said as he carried her toward the elevator.
“Time is it? Jeez.” She rubbed at her eyes. “I must’ve conked.”
“Not for long, your coffee was still warm. We need to shut down, both of us.”
“Briefing at eight.” Her voice slurred82 with fatigue. “Need to be up by six. Need to organize first. I didn’t—”
“Fine, fine.” He stepped out of the elevator into the bedroom. “Go back to sleep, six will come soon enough.”
“You get anything?”
“Still running.” He set her on the bed, seeing no reason she couldn’t sleep in her sweats. Apparently neither did she as she crawled under the duvet as she was.
“Is there any data I can use? Anything I can work in?”
“We’ll see in the morning.” He stripped off his shirt, his pants, slid into bed with her.
“If there’s any—”
“Quiet.” He drew her against him, brushed her lips with his. “Sleep.”
He heard her sigh once—it might’ve been annoyance83. But by the time the sigh was done, she was under.
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poker
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hacking
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