Silent Screams - C. E. Lawrence [105]
There, on the altar, lay the torso of a young woman. Her head was still attached, but that was all; her limbs had been severed, and were nowhere to be seen. On her dismembered torso were carved the words On earth as it is in heaven.
Lee absorbed this information in one terrible moment—then, turning away, he vomited. The members of the CSI team glanced at him, then continued with their work. This was obviously not the first time they had witnessed this reaction to a crime scene. Within seconds, a young woman from the CSI team headed toward him with a rag and a bucket, hastily gathered from the mop closet.
As she cleaned up after him, Lee forced himself to look at the victim. As he expected, she had the same short, curly dark hair as the others, though her skin was more of an olive hue. Her lips were fuller, her body—what there was of it—more womanly and developed. His head began to spin, and, fearing he was going to be sick again, Lee turned away.
“Sophia,” said a deep voice behind him. “Sophia Lo-Bianca.”
Lee turned to see Detective Florette approaching from the back of the church. Though without his usual jacket and tie, he wore a crisp white shirt, creased trousers, and polished brown loafers. Lee wondered if the man had a full-time valet.
“NYU student, film major,” Florette said, frowning.
Lee stared at him. “How did you get all that?”
Florette indicated a young man in a clerical collar sitting in the back pews of the church.
“Father Joseph. Knows her because she sings in the choir here.”
Florette looked down at Sophia—or what was left of her—and shook his dignified head.
“Nasty business. What do you make of this?”
Lee gritted his teeth, determined not to be sick again in front of the elegant detective. “I’ll know more once we find the rest of her.”
Florette laid a hand on his shoulder. “Come with me.”
Apprehension gathering in his churning stomach like a sour storm cloud, Lee followed the detective to the back of the church. There, underneath a stained-glass window depicting Death terrifying a group of people, he saw a leg. He looked around for a blood trail, but there was none. That meant either the Slasher had cleaned up, or she had stopped bleeding by the time he cut her up, which meant she was already long dead—thank God. He took a deep breath and looked at Florette.
“There’s more,” he said, and led Lee to the other side of the church, where, on the basement stairs, they found another leg—and then an arm, and finally, under a statue of Mary holding Jesus, the other arm.
Florette gave Lee a few moments to process what he had seen, and then he said, “Does it have significance—the placement, I mean?”
“I think it does, probably a religious significance, but I’m not equipped to interpret it.” He wished with all his heart Nelson were here—he would know what to make of all this. He was a lapsed Catholic, but he had absorbed all the symbolism and church history.
Lee looked over at the priest, still huddled in a corner pew. “Can he stick around for a while?”
“I’ll ask him,” Florette answered, and walked over to the priest.
Chuck arrived shortly afterward. When he saw what the Slasher had done to poor Sophia, his face grew crimson right up to the roots of his blond crew cut.
“Jesus,” he said. “Bastard,” he added through clenched teeth, though the epithet hardly seemed strong enough.
Lee and Florette filled him in on what they knew. Nelson wasn’t answering his phone, and Detective Butts was with his wife’s family out in the middle of New Jersey. There wasn’t much for them to do. The CSI team had things under control, as usual, and after interviewing the priest again, all they could do was watch as poor Sophia was processed and bagged, piece by piece, and taken off to the ME’s office. Lee noticed a smell in the air, something he couldn’t identify. It was sweet, and it lingered in his nose even after they left the church. It seemed somehow familiar, but maybe it was just the aftereffects of all the years of burning incense.
As they were leaving he remembered the last murder, and pulled aside a CSI