The In Death Collection Books 6-10 - J. D. Robb [240]
“You called for MTs, an ambulance?”
“I untied her first, covered her. I had to. I couldn’t stand . . . Then I called. I couldn’t wake her up. I couldn’t. She never woke up. And now they won’t let me see her.”
This time when he covered his face with his hands, Eve let him weep. Spotting Feeney, she rose and met him halfway.
“She’s in a coma,” he began. “Doctors figure it for extreme shock rather than physical. She was raped, sodomized. Wrists and ankles abraded. A couple of bruises. They did a tox. She was tranq’d—same over-the-counter shit. The tattoo’s on her right thigh.”
“They got a prognosis?”
“They say they can’t do anything. Lots of medical mumbo, but basically, the girl’s closed herself up. She’ll come back when and if she wants to.”
“Okay, we’re useless here. Let’s put a uniform on her door, and another on the brother.”
“You still looking at him, Dallas?”
She glanced back, watching him sob. The stir of pity surprised her. “No, but we’ll put one on him anyway.”
She took out her communicator, and sent out the orders as they headed toward the elevator.
“Guy’s pretty busted up,” Feeney commented. “Wonder if he’s crying over his sister, or his lover.”
“Yeah, it’s a puzzle all right.” She stepped into the elevator and requested the street level. “So, how did our man know she’d be alone tonight? He wouldn’t have tried her if he’d thought Rudy was with her. Not his style. He knew she was alone.”
“Someone she knew. Could’ve been watching the place. Could’ve called and checked.”
“Yeah, he knew her. Knows them both. And I don’t think she was one of his true loves.” She stepped out into the lobby, turned toward the doors. “She breaks pattern there. Piper isn’t on any of the match lists. He went for her to keep us focused on Rudy. Here’s how it plays for me.”
She paused while they climbed into the car, Eve taking the wheel. “He knows we’ve had Rudy into Interview, that I like him for the murders. He’s got a couple to make up anyway, since he missed with Cissy and the ballet dancer. He’s smart enough to know if he gets Piper, we’re going to run Rudy again. It just follows. This wasn’t for love, it was for insurance.”
Feeney leaned back, reaching into his pocket for his nut bag before remembering his wife hadn’t let him carry it to the party. He huffed once. “He knows her, she knows him. Maybe that’s how he got in.”
“She wouldn’t have opened the door to a stranger, and she sure as hell wouldn’t have opened it up to some guy in a Santa suit. We need McNab to run those discs.”
“You know what I think, Dallas. I don’t think we’re going to find any discs.”
Feeney was on the mark. The uniform on the scene reported that the security cameras had been shut off from the main control at nine fifty.
“No sign of forced entry,” Eve said after an examination of the locks and palm plate. “She goes to the door, looks out, and sees a familiar face. Opens right up. We won’t find any internal security discs either.”
She stepped into the apartment. A white tree festooned with crystal ropes and balls stood in front of the windows that faced Fifth. There were stacks of prettily wrapped gifts under it and a single white dove where traditionalists would have put a star or an angel.
There were shopping bags scattered from just inside the doorway to the first arch off the main room’s right. She could see Rudy coming in, hearing his sister, dropping the bags on the run. Following the trail, she crossed the soft white carpet and moved through a second seating area set up for screen viewing.
More white. Soft fabric chairs in ecru, tables with glossy surfaces in ivory tones. Clear bowls and urns were overflowing with white flowers.
It was, Eve thought, like stepping into a cloud.
Smothering.
Beyond the sitting area was a fitness room, equipped with sunken spa, air weights, a mood tube, and a multi-setting treadmill.
“Bedrooms are at the far end,” she pointed out. “Even at a run it would take Rudy several seconds to get in from the front door.”
She turned into a large bedroom. The privacy screen was