Sense of Evil - Kay Hooper [114]
“Why not? I mean, if it's blocking her voices?”
“I don't know. She said something about their combined energy being too strong, especially now when it's new and not under their control. That bad things could happen if they just . . . let go of it.”
Mallory sighed. “I long for the days when all we had to deal with was trace evidence, footprints, the occasional half-blind or very stoned eyewitness . . .”
“Yeah, I imagine that was easier. Or simpler, at least.”
“I'll say.”
After several minutes of silence except for the growing intensity of the thunder rumbling overhead, Hollis ventured a step closer to Isabel and Rafe. “Well?”
“Well, what?” Isabel asked in perfect calm without turning her head.
“What's happening?”
“Good question.”
Hollis looked at Mallory, then back at the other two. “Guys, come on. People are beginning to stare. Pablo and Bobby look real nervous. Or real embarrassed, I'm not sure which. What's happening?”
After a moment, Isabel turned her head to look at Hollis. “I don't want to sound like a country song, but I can feel his heart beating.”
“I know she didn't eat breakfast,” Rafe said, also looking at Hollis.
“And he's uneasy because—” Isabel turned her head abruptly to stare at Rafe. “Jesus, why didn't you tell me?”
“You know damned well why I didn't tell you,” he replied, meeting her gaze.
“It was your abilities manifesting themselves physically. Which, remember, is a rare thing but not unheard of. In your case, probably caused by guilt because you believed you should have stopped him after the first murder. The blood of the innocent, literally on your hands.”
“I realize that. Now. Before we talked yesterday, the possibilities were a lot more creepy.”
“So that's why you were blocking me. That was the part of you I couldn't get at?”
“I'm guessing yes. Isabel, I was waking up with blood on my hands every morning and had no idea where it had come from. Women were dead. Other women were missing. You were offering me theories of a serial killer who could be walking around most of the time not knowing he was a murderer. So I was afraid I was blacking out.”
“And killing blondes? I could have told you there wasn't a chance in hell of you doing that.”
“Well, I was . . . afraid to ask.”
“Guys,” Hollis's voice was just this side of strident.
Isabel looked at her partner, frowned slightly, and then let go of Rafe's hands. “Oh. Sorry. We were . . . somewhere else.”
“I noticed. Where were you?”
“In a galaxy far, far away,” Rafe murmured.
“You really are beginning to talk like me,” Isabel told him.
“I know. Spooky, isn't it?” He took her arm and guided her toward the yellow crime-scene tape on the highway side of the clearing. “I say we head back to the station before the heavens open up.”
Hollis and Mallory went with them, wearing almost identical expressions of baffled interest.
“Blood on your hands?” Mallory said to Rafe. “You were waking up with blood on your hands?”
“Yeah, for the past few weeks.”
Hollis muttered, “Man, have you got a great poker face.” And waited until they were outside the crime scene to add, “If somebody doesn't tell me, right now, what's going on—”
“I'm not so sure I can.” Isabel shook her head. “All I really know is that everything's different.”
“Different how?”
“The voices are back. But . . . very, very quiet. Distant.”
“What about Rafe's shield?”
“It's still there. Here. I think we punched a couple of holes in it, though. I told you I wasn't sure I could explain.”
“And I should have listened,” Hollis said.
Addressing his patrolmen, Rafe said, “You two can take your lunch break and then head back to the station; unless you hear otherwise, follow your assignments on the board for the rest of the day.”
“Right, Chief.”
“Yes, sir.”
“No watchdogs?” Isabel asked.
“I'm your watchdog,” he replied. “Mallory, if you'll ride back with Hollis?”
“Sure.”
By the time they reached the parked vehicles, they saw that the media had vanished, along with any curious passersby.
Isabel said, “Did the weather happen to mention that the storms today and tonight could be mean