Fantasy in Death - J. D. Robb [108]
“Is that about Cill?” Benny demanded. “Is it something about Cill?”
“No. So, you last saw Cill at about nine-thirty last night?” She glanced at Var for verification.
“About that.”
“And what was her state of mind?”
“What do you think?” Anger leaked through as Benny fisted his hands on his knees. “She was wrecked. We all were. It was hard enough when she was putting the memorial together, editing the vid stream, thinking about the food. But at least that gave her, all of us, something solid to do, to work on. Now ...”
“We were tired.” Var sighed. “We were all just really tired.”
“Where did you go after?”
“We went home.” Now Var shrugged. “We all just went home.”
“Did you walk together?”
“Yeah. Well, we walked together to Cill’s, then I headed to my place. Benny headed to his.”
“Did you notice anyone hanging around? Anyone near her building?”
She glanced over as Peabody came back in, gave her a nod.
“I waited until she went in,” Benny said. “We even talked for a couple more minutes. I wouldn’t have left her alone if I’d seen anybody hanging too close. I watched her go in before I went across to my place. Her light was on when I looked out my window after I got inside. I know she got in okay.”
“Do you always check like that?”
He shifted a little. “If we take off at the same time, I like to make sure she gets in okay. She can take care of herself, but it’s just something you do.”
“Did you talk to anyone, see anyone, have any contacts after nine-thirty?”
“God.” Var rubbed his eyes. “I got something to eat, tried to watch some screen. I couldn’t settle down so I went online for a few hours. Into a couple game rooms. I played some World Domination, tourney style. You know, elimination rounds. Maybe till about two. I didn’t go out. I didn’t want to go out.”
“Benny?”
“I didn’t talk to anybody. We’d talked to people all day. I did some personal e-mail, then some research on a couple of projects. I guess I went down about midnight. Her light was still on. I happened to notice. I almost tagged her, just to see if she wanted company, or just to talk, but I didn’t. I figured she wanted to be left alone. I should’ve gone over.” His voice trembled again. “I should’ve just gone over.”
“Stop it.” Var laid a hand on his shoulder. “Stop. It’s not your fault. We need to go be with her,” he told Eve.
“Nearly done. How did you get into the building, into her apartment?”
“I have a swipe and her codes,” Benny said. “I live the closest, and if she’s got to go somewhere for a few days, I water the plants. She’s got a couple of nice plants. Plus, I just make sure her place is secure. It’s important to Cill her place is secure.”
“Why, especially?” Eve demanded. “Why is she so focused on security and privacy?”
“I ...” Benny glanced over at Var.
“Go ahead. Maybe it’ll help.”
“It’s just her mother and stepfather never gave her any privacy, any peace. They used to search her room all the time, pry into all her stuff. They even put a cam in there once, to spy on her. Like she was a freaking criminal. She just ... she just wants her private space private. That’s all. It’s why she got so upset with the searches. I guess ...” He let out a long breath. “I guess it’s why I did, too. I know how it made her feel so it pissed me off.”
“Okay. Was her security in place when you got here?”
“Yeah, it was.” Var gave Benny’s shoulder a bolstering rub, then nodded. “We thought she’d maybe taken a sleeper and was just conked. We checked the bedroom and the office, then we ... we looked in the holo and found her. We—I—did the nine-one-one right off.”
“And checked her pulse.”
“I did.” Benny pressed his lips together tight. “I couldn’t find it at first, but it was there. Barely there. She was cut up and banged up. All torn and bloody. Can you at least check again? For God’s sake.”
“Peabody, check with the hospital. We’re nearly done. Was the holo-room secured?”
Benny frowned a moment. “No. It wasn’t locked. But we’ve holo’d here a lot of times. I don’t think she usually secures the room. I don’t in my place most of the time.