Ceremony in Death - J. D. Robb [22]
Leaving Peabody to follow, she walked into the adjoining room. The bedroom was small, cozy, and again cluttered. The spread on the narrow bed was embroidered with stars and moons. A glass mobile, dancing with fairies, hung above it and even now clinked musically in the breeze through the open window.
“This would have been the window, the light you saw come on.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So she flipped on the screen, then came straight into the bedroom. Probably wanted to change, get out of the damp dress. But she didn’t.” Eve stepped on to a small area rug with the face of a smiling sun. “It’s cluttered, but tidy in its way. No sign of disturbance or struggle.”
“Struggle?”
“You said she was agitated, crying when she came back out. The country meadow program didn’t mellow her, or didn’t have enough time to.”
“She didn’t bother to shut it down again.”
“No,” Eve agreed. “She didn’t. There’s the possibility someone was here when she got home. Someone who upset or frightened her. We’ll check the security logs.” She opened what she assumed was a closet, and let out a hum. “Well, look at this. She’d turned it into a room of some kind. Not a lot of clutter here. Get this on record.”
Peabody stepped up, scanned the recorder over a small, white-walled room. The floor was wood with a white pentagram painted on it. A ring of white candles were arranged in careful symmetry around the edge. A small table held a clear crystal ball, a bowl, a mirror, and a dark-handled knife with a short, blunted blade.
Eve sniffed the air, but caught no hint of smoke or candle wax. “What do you figure she did in here?”
“I’d say it was kind of ritual room, for meditation, or casting spells.”
“Jesus.” With a shake of her head, Eve stepped back. “We’ll leave that for now and check out her ’link. If no one was here to scare her back out, maybe she got a call that did. She came into the bedroom first,” Eve murmured, wandering back to the small bedside ’link. “Maybe she intended to go in there and play witch after she’d changed and calmed down. She wasn’t carrying anything when she went back out. She didn’t come in here to get something and go out again. She was upset, she came home.”
Eve engaged the ’link, requested a replay of the last call transmitted or received. And the room filled with low, rhythmic chanting.
“What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know.” Uneasy, Peabody stepped closer.
“Replay,” Eve demanded.
“Hear the names. Hear the names and fear them. Loki, Beelzebub, Baphomet. I am annihilation. I am revenge. In nomine Dei nostri Santanas Luciferi excelsi. Vengeance for you who strayed from the law. Hear the names and fear.”
“Stop.” Eve gave a quick, involuntary shudder. “Beelzebub, that’s devil shit, isn’t it? The bastards were playing with her, tormenting her. And she was already on the edge. No wonder she ran out of here. Where were you, you son of a bitch, where were you? Location of last transmission. Display.” Her mouth thinned as she read the data. “Tenth and Seventh, right down the goddamn street. Probably a public ’link. Fuckers. She was heading right for them.”
“There wasn’t anyone there.” But Peabody was watching Eve’s face now, and the fury that fired in her eyes. “Even with the fog, the rain, I would have seen someone if they’d been laying for her. There wasn’t anything there but a cat.”
Eve’s heart took a bad jump. “A what?”
“Just a cat. I caught a glimpse of a cat, but there was no one on the street.”
“A cat.” Eve walked to the window. Suddenly, she felt the need for a good gulp of air. There, on the sill, she saw the long, black feather. “And a bird,” she murmured. She took out tweezers, held the feather up to the light. “We’ve still got the occasional crow in New York. A crow’s the same thing as a raven, isn’t it?”
“More or less. I think.”
“Bag it,” Eve ordered. “I want it analyzed.” She rubbed her fingers over her eyes as if to push away fatigue. “Next of kin would be