Page 7 of Immortal in Death


  She would have to make it jibe, Eve told herself. And she would have to find a way to clear Mavis and find the kind of killer who could batter a woman’s face into nothing, then tidy up after himself.

  Even as she started to rise, her door burst open. Wild-eyed, Leonardo lurched inside.

  ‘I killed her. I killed Pandora. God help me.’

  With that, his wild eyes rolled back and all two hundred and sixty pounds of him thudded to the floor in a dead faint.

  ‘Jesus. Jesus Christ.’ Rather than try to catch him, Eve nipped back out of the way of his falling body. It was like watching a redwood go down. Now he was stretched, feet on her threshold, his head nearly brushing the opposite wall. She crouched down, put her back into it and managed to roll him over. She tried a couple of sharp, light slaps, then waited. Muttering to herself, she put her back into that as well as rapped his cheeks hard.

  He moaned, and his bloodshot eyes fluttered open. ‘What - where—’

  ‘Shut up, Leonardo.’ Eve snapped out the order as she rose, went to the doorway, and kicked his feet inside. With the door firmly shut, she looked down at him. ‘I’m going to read you your rights.’

  ‘My rights?’ He looked dazed, but managed to heave himself up until he was sitting on the floor instead of lying on it.

  ‘You listen up.’ She gave him the standard revised Miranda, then held up a hand before he could speak. ‘You understand your rights and your options?’

  ‘Yeah.’ Weary, he rubbed his hands over his face. ‘I know what’s going on.’

  ‘You wish to make a statement?’

  ‘I’ve already told you—’

  Eyes flat, she held up a hand again. ‘Yes or no. Just yes or no.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I want to make a statement.’

  ‘Get up off the floor. I’m going to record this.’ She turned to her desk. She could have hauled him down to Interview. Probably should have, but it could wait. ‘You understand whatever you say now is going on record?’

  ‘Yes.’ He got to his feet, then dropped into a chair that groaned under his weight. ‘Dallas—’

  She shook her head to cut him off. After engaging her recorder, she noted the necessary information, then gave him his Miranda again for the record. ‘Leonardo, you understand these rights and options, and at this time have waived counsel and are prepared to make a statement?’

  ‘I just want to get it over with.’

  ‘Yes or no?’

  ‘Yes. Yes, damn it.’

  ‘You were acquainted with Pandora?’

  ‘Of course I was.’

  ‘You had a relationship with her?’

  ‘I did.’ He covered his face again, but could still see the image that had flashed on Mavis’s viewing screen when he’d decided to flip on the news. The long black bag being carried out of his own apartment building. ‘I can’t believe this has happened.’

  ‘What was the nature of your relationship with the victim?’

  It was so cold, he thought, the way she said it. ‘The victim.’ Leonardo dropped his hands into his lap and stared at Eve. ‘You know we were lovers. You know I was trying to break it off because—’

  ‘You were no longer intimate,’ Eve interrupted, ‘at the time of her death.’

  ‘No, we hadn’t been together for weeks. She’d been off planet. Things had cooled between us even before she left. And then I met Mavis, and everything changed for me. Dallas, where is Mavis? Where is she?’

  ‘I’m not at liberty to give you Ms. Freestone’s whereabouts at this time.’

  ‘Just tell me she’s all right.’ His eyes filled, swam. ‘Just tell me she’s all right.’

  ‘She’s being taken care of,’ was all Eve would say. Could say. ‘Leonardo, is it true that Pandora was threatening to ruin you professionally? That she demanded you continue your relationship with her, and that if you refused, she would pull out of the showing of your fashion designs. A show that you had invested with a great deal of time and money.’

  ‘You were there, you heard her. She didn’t give a rat’s damn about me, but she wouldn’t tolerate me being the one to pull back. Unless I stopped seeing Mavis, unless I was her lapdog again, she would have seen to it that the show was a failure, if it ran at all.’

  ‘You didn’t want to stop seeing Ms. Freestone.’

  ‘I love Mavis,’ he said with great dignity. ‘She’s the most important thing in my life.’

  ‘And yet, if you didn’t accede to Pandora’s demands, you would in all probability be left with enormous debts and a stain on your professional reputation that would have been intolerable. Is this correct?’

  ‘Yes. I put everything I had into the show. I borrowed a great deal of money. More, I put my heart into it. My soul.’

  ‘She could have wiped that all out.’

  ‘Oh yes.’ His lips curled. ‘She would have enjoyed it.’

  ‘Did you ask her to come to your apartment last night?’

  ‘No. I never wanted to see her again.’

  ‘What time did she come to your apartment last night?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘How did she get in? Did you let her in?’

  ‘I don’t think so. I don’t know. She would have had my key code. I never thought to get it back from her or to change it. Everything’s been so crazy.’

  ‘You argued with her.’

  His eyes glazed over, went blank. ‘I don’t know. I don’t remember. But I must have. I would have.’

  ‘Recently, Pandora came into your apartment uninvited, threatened you, attacked your current companion physically.’

  ‘Yes, yes, she did.’ He could remember that. It was a relief to be able to remember that.

  ‘What was Pandora’s state of mind when she came to your apartment this time?’

  ‘She must have been angry. I would have told her I wasn’t giving Mavis up. That would have infuriated her. Dallas . . .’ His eyes focused again, and desperation shone in them. ‘I just don’t remember. Any of it. When I woke up this morning, I was in Mavis’s apartment. I think I remember using my key code to get in. I’d been drinking, walking and drinking. I rarely drink because I tend to lose time, black holes in my mind. When I woke up, I saw the blood.’

  He held out his arm where the wound had been poorly bandaged. ‘There was blood on my hands, on my clothes. Dried blood. I must have fought with her. I must have killed her.’

  ‘Where are the clothes you were wearing last night?’

  ‘I left them at Mavis’s. I showered, and I changed. I didn’t want her to come home and find me looking like that. I was waiting for her, trying to figure out what to do, and I turned on the news. I heard - I saw. And I knew.’

  ‘You’re saying that you don’t remember seeing Pandora last night. You don’t remember having an altercation with her. You don’t remember killing her.’

  ‘But I must have,’ he insisted. ‘She died in my apartment.’

  ‘What time did you leave your apartment last night?’

  ‘I’m not sure. I’d been drinking before. A lot. I was upset, and I was angry.’

  ‘Did you see anyone, speak with anyone?’

  ‘I bought another bottle. From a street hawker, I think.’

  ‘Did you see Ms. Freestone last night?’

  ‘No. I’m sure of that. If I’d seen her, if I could have talked to her, everything would have been all right.’

  ‘What if I tell you Mavis was in your apartment last night?’

  ‘Mavis came to see me.’ His face brightened. ‘She came back to me? But that can’t be right. I couldn’t have forgotten that.’

  ‘Was Mavis there when you fought with Pandora? When you killed Pandora?’

  ‘No. No.’

  ‘Did she come in after Pandora was dead, after you’d killed her? You were panicked then, weren’t you? Terrified.’

  There was panic in his eyes now. ‘Mavis couldn’t have been there.’

  ‘But she was. She called me f
rom your apartment, after she found the body.’

  ‘Mavis saw?’ Beneath the copper tone, his skin went pasty. ‘Oh, God, no.’

  ‘Someone struck Mavis, knocked her unconscious. Was it you, Leonardo?’

  ‘Someone hit her? She’s hurt?’ He was up, out of the chair, dragging his hands through his hair. ‘Where is she?’

  ‘Was it you?’

  He held out his arms. ‘I’d cut my hands off before I’d hurt Mavis. For Christ’s pity, Dallas, tell me where she is. Let me see if she’s all right.’

  ‘How did you kill Pandora?’

  ‘I - the reporter said I beat her to death.’ And he shuddered.

  ‘How did you beat her? What did you use?’

  ‘I - My hands?’ Again he held them out. Eve noted there was no sign of bruising, no tears or abrasions on the knuckles. They were perfect, as if they’d been carved from rich, glossy wood.

  ‘She was a strong woman. She must have fought back.’

  ‘The cut on my arm.’

  ‘I’d like the cut to be examined, as well as the clothes you say you left at Mavis’s.’

  ‘Are you going to arrest me now?’

  ‘You are not being charged at this time. You will, however, be held until the results of the tests are complete.’

  She took him over the same ground again, pushing for times, for places, for his movements. Again and again, she bumped up against the wall blocking his memory. Far from satisfied, she concluded the interview, took him to holding, then made arrangements for the tests.

  Her next stop was Commander Whitney.

  Ignoring his offer of a chair, she stood facing him as he sat behind his desk. Briskly, she gave him the results of her initial interviews. Whitney folded his hands and watched her. He had good eyes, cop’s eyes, and recognized nerves.

  ‘You have a man who has confessed to the murder. A man with motive and opportunity.’

  ‘A man who doesn’t remember seeing the victim on the night in question, much less bludgeoning her to death.’

  ‘It wouldn’t be the first time a perp confessed in such a way to make himself seem innocent.’

  ‘No, sir. But I don’t believe he’s our killer. The tests may prove me wrong, but his personality type doesn’t fit the crime. I was a witness to another altercation where the victim attacked Mavis. Rather than attempting to stop the fight, or showing any signs of violence, he stood back and wrung his hands.’

  ‘By his own statement, he was under the influence on the night of the murder. Drink can and does induce personality changes.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’ It was reasonable. In her heart she wanted to pin it on him, to take his confession at face value and run with it. Mavis would be miserable, but she’d be safe. She’d be cleared. ‘It’s not him,’ she said flatly. ‘I recommend holding him for the maximum amount of time, reinterviewing to try to jog his memory. But we can’t charge him for thinking he committed murder.’

  ‘I’ll go along with your recommendation, Dallas. The other lab reports should be in shortly. We’ll hope the results will clear everything up. You understand they may further incriminate Mavis Freestone.’

  ‘Yes, sir, I understand that.’

  ‘You have a long-standing friendship with her. It would be no blot on your record to withdraw as primary on this case. It would, in fact, be better for you, and certainly more rational if you were to do so.’

  ‘No, sir, I will not withdraw as primary. If you pull me, I will take leave and pursue the case on personal time. If necessary, I will resign.’

  For a moment, he rubbed his joined hands against his brow. ‘Your resignation would not be accepted. Sit down, Lieutenant. Damn it, Dallas,’ he erupted when she remained standing. ‘Sit. I’ll make it a fucking order.’

  ‘Yes, Commander.’

  He sighed, reined in his temper. ‘I hurt you not long ago with a personal attack that was neither appropriate nor deserved. Because of that, I damaged something between us. I understand that you no longer feel comfortable under my command.’

  ‘You are the best commander I’ve ever served under. I have no problem with you as my superior.’

  ‘But no longer friends - not even remotely.’ He nodded, accepting her silence. ‘However, because of my behavior during your investigation of a case that was very personal to me, you should be aware that I fully understand what you’re going through on this one. I know what it is to be torn between loyalties, Dallas. While you may be unable to discuss your feelings in this case with me, I strongly suggest that you do so with someone you can trust. My mistake in the other investigation was in not sharing the burden. Don’t make the same one with this.’

  ‘Mavis didn’t kill anyone. No amount of evidence will convince me otherwise. I’ll do my job, Commander. And in doing it, I’ll find the real killer.’

  ‘I have no doubt you’ll do your job, Lieutenant, or that you’ll suffer for it. You have my support, whether you choose to use it or not.’

  ‘Thank you, sir. I have a request to make on another case.’

  ‘Which is?’

  ‘The Johannsen matter.’

  This time he sighed, long and deep. ‘You’re like a damn terrier, Dallas. You never let go.’

  She couldn’t argue the point. ‘You have my report on what was found at Boomer’s flop. The illegal substance has not been fully identified. I’ve done some research of my own on the formula we discovered.’ She took a disc out of her bag. ‘It’s a new blend, highly potent, its effects would probably be fairly long term as compared to what’s found on the street. Four to six hours for an average dose. Too much more at one time would be, in eighty-eight percent, fatal.’

  Lips pursed, Whitney turned the disc over in his hands. ‘Personal research, Dallas?’

  ‘I had a connection, I used it. The lab is still working, but they have identified several of the ingredients, and their ratios. My point is, this substance would be enormously profitable, as it takes only a small amount to produce results. It’s highly addictive, and produces feelings of strength, delusions of power, and a kind of euphoria - not tranquillity, but a sense of control over self and others. It also contains some sort of cell regenerator. I’ve calculated the results of long-term addiction. Daily use for a period of five years will, in ninety-six point eight percent, result in a complete and sudden shutdown of the nervous system. And death.’

  ‘Christ Jesus. It’s poison?’

  ‘Ultimately, yes. The manufacturers certainly know this, which makes them guilty not only of distributing illegals, but of premeditated murder.’

  She let him chew over that a moment, knew the headache it would cause if and when the media dug its claws into the data. ‘Boomer may or may not have known about this aspect, but he knew enough to be killed for it. I want to pursue the case and, as I’m aware, I’m distracted by other matters, so I request that Officer Peabody be assigned as my aide until the matter is resolved.’

  ‘Peabody has little experience in illegals or homicide, Lieutenant.’

  ‘She makes up for it with brains and sweat. I’d like her to assist in my coordinating with Lieutenant Casto of Illegals, who also used Boomer as a weasel.’

  ‘I’ll see to it. As to the Pandora homicide, use Feeney.’ He lifted a brow. ‘You already are, I see. Let’s pretend I’ve just ordered it, and make it official. You’ll have to deal with the media.’

  ‘I’m getting used to it. Nadine Furst is back from leave. I’ll feed her what seems best. She and Channel 75 owe me a few.’ She rose. ‘I have some people to talk to. I’ll contact Feeney and take him along.’

  ‘Let’s see if we can get things cleared up before your honeymoon. ’ Her face was such a study of contradictions, embarrassment, pleasure, and fear, he roared out a laugh. ‘You’ll live through it, Dallas. I can guarantee it.’

  ‘Sure, when the guy who’s designing my wedding dress is in holding,’ she muttered. ‘Thank you, Commander.’

  He watched her walk out. She might not h
ave been aware that she’d dropped the barrier between them, but he was.

  ‘The wife’s going to love this.’ More than content to let Dallas handle the driving, Feeney leaned back in the passenger seat. Street traffic was light as they headed toward Park Avenue South. Feeney, a native New Yorker, had long since tuned out the bellows and echoes of the tourist blimps and sky buses that crowded overhead.

  ‘They told me they were going to fix it. Those fuckers. Hear that, Feeney? Do you hear that goddamn buzzing?’

  Obligingly, he focused on the sound coming from her control panel. ‘Sounds like a swarm of those killer bees.’

  ‘Three days,’ she fumed, ‘three days in repair, and listen to it. It’s worse than it was.’

  ‘Dallas.’ He laid a hand on her arm. ‘You may have to face it, finally, learn to deal with the simple fact that your vehicle is a piece of garbage. Requisition a new one.’

  ‘I don’t want a new one.’ Using the heel of her hand, she rapped the control panel. ‘I want this one, without the sound effects.’ She got caught at a light, tapped her fingers on the wheel. The way the controls sounded, she wouldn’t be able to trust automatic. ‘Where the hell is 582 Central Park South?’ Her controls continued to buzz, so she slapped them again. ‘I said, where the hell is 582 Central Park South?’

  ‘Just ask nice,’ Feeney suggested. ‘Computer, please display map and locate 582 Central Park South.’

  When the display screen popped up, the holographic map highlighting the route, Eve only snarled.

  ‘I don’t baby my tools.’

  ‘Which may be why they’re always breaking down on you. As I was saying,’ he continued before Eve could snap at him, ‘the wife’s going to love this. Justin Young. He used to play this stud on Night Falls.’

  ‘Isn’t that a soap?’ She shot him a glance. ‘What are you doing watching soaps?’

  ‘Hey, I tune in the Soap Channel for a little relaxation like everybody. Anyway, the wife was nuts about him. He does the movie thing now. She hardly goes a week without programming one of his movies on screen. Guy’s good, too. Then there’s Jerry Fitzgerald.’ Feeney smiled dreamily.