Ceremony in Death - J. D. Robb [73]
“Just how much?” Eve demanded. “Enough for her to see things that weren’t there? Enough for her to run from an illusion into the path of an oncoming car and kill herself?”
Mira sat again. “She’s dead then. I’m sorry. Are you quite sure she ran from an illusion?”
“A trained observer was on the scene. There was nothing there. Except,” Eve added with a twist of her lips, “a black cat.”
“The traditional familiar. That alone might have been enough to push her over the edge. Even if the cat was planted in order to frighten her, you would have a difficult time terming it homicide.”
“They played on her mind, drugged her, possibly used hypnosis. They tormented her with tricks and ’link transmissions. Then they pushed her over. Damned if that isn’t murder. And I will make it stick.”
“Taking religion, particularly religions the masses don’t wish to acknowledge, into court won’t be easy.”
“I don’t care about easy. The people behind this cult are dirty. And I believe they have killed four people in the last two weeks.”
“Four.” Mira paused, set the cup down. “The body that was left near your home. The details in the media were sketchy. It’s connected?”
“Yeah. He was an initiate, and he had his throat slit by an athame. It was left in him, stuck in his groin with a note that condemned Satanism. He was strapped to an inverted pentagram.”
“Mutilation and murder.” Mira pursed her lips. “If it was Wiccans, it’s very much out of character. Very much against their creed.”
“People do things out of character and against their creeds all the time,” Eve said impatiently. “But at this time, I suspect a member or members of his own cult. Another man was killed last night with an athame. We held it from the morning reports, but it’ll be all over the media within a couple of hours. I was on scene, chasing him down. I didn’t run fast enough.”
“He was killed quickly, without ritual? With a police officer in pursuit?” Mira shook her head. “A desperate or arrogant move. If this was committed by the same people, it shows a growing boldness.”
“And maybe a taste for it. Blood becomes addictive. I want to know where the weaknesses are in the kind of personality who runs a cult like this. I’ve got a female, long yellow sheet involving illegal sex and drug trafficking. Bisexual. She heads up the club, lives well. Her companion is a well-built male who caters to her. She likes to show off,” Eve added, remembering the fire trick. “She claims to be clairvoyant. She’s edgy, with a slippery temper.”
“Pride would likely be the first weakness. If she’s in a position of power and authority, she would likely take disrespect badly. Is she clairvoyant?”
“Are you serious?”
“Eve.” Mira sighed lightly. “Psychic abilities exist, and always have. Studies have established that.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Eve waved a hand in dismissal. “The Kijinsky Institute, for one. I’ve got a detailed report on the white witch from there. They claim she’s off the charts.”
“And you don’t agree with the Kijinsky Institute?”
“Crystal balls and palm reading? You’re a scientist.”
“Yes, I am, and as such, I accept that science is fluid. It changes as we learn more about the universe and what inhabits it. Many well-respected scientists believe that we’re born with what we can term this sixth sense, or a heightened sense, if you will. Some develop it, some block it. Most of us retain at least some level. We’d call it instinct, hunches, intuition. You rely on that yourself.”
“I rely on evidence, on facts.”
“You have hunches, Eve. And your intuition is a finely crafted tool. And Roarke.” She smiled when Eve’s brows drew together. “A man doesn’t rise so high so young without a strong instinct for making the right move at the right time. Magic, if you want to use a more romantic term, exists.”
“You’re telling me you believe in mind reading and spell casting?”
“I can intuit what’s going through your mind right now.” Mira chuckled, finished her tea. “Mira, you’re thinking, is full of shit.”
Eve’s lips curved in a reluctant smile of her