“You’re interrupting both of our days with a psychic?”
“A renowned one in Romanian circles during the time in question. She was a regularly consulted sensitive, often consulting for the police.”
“Those wacky Romanians.”
“Other police authorities make use of sensitives,” Nadine reminded her. “You did, not that long ago.”
“Yeah, and look how well that worked out for everybody.”
“However,” Nadine continued, “we’re not here to debate that issue. The amazing Tessa—as both she and her producers recognized the value of a big, juicy case—ran a special on the murders there, and her part in the investigation. She claimed your guy was a master of death, and its servant.”
“Oh, jeez.”
“And. That death sought him, provided for him. A pale man,” Nadine said, shifting to read off her own comp screen. “A black soul. Death is housed in him as he is housed in it. Music soars as the blood runs. It plays for her—diva and divine—who sang for him. He seeks them out, flowers for his bouquet, his bouquet for her altar.”
“Nadine, give me a—”
“Wait, wait. A pale man,” she continued, “who bears the tree of life and lives by death. Tessa got a lot of play out of the program.”
“Did I mention wacky Romanians?”
“And here’s more wacky for you. Two days after the program aired, her body was found—throat slit—floating in the Danube.”
“Too bad she didn’t see that one coming.”
“Ha. The authorities deemed it a robbery-homicide. Her jewelry and purse were never found. But I wonder if those in charge of such things over there lack my sense of irony or your innate cynicism.”
“How come you get the irony?” Eve complained. “I’ve got plenty of irony. Maybe, maybe she’s so busy looking through the crystal ball she doesn’t notice some guy who wants her baubles.”
Just a little too much coincidence, Eve mused, to pass the bullshit barrier. “And maybe our guy took her out because something in the overdone woo-woo speak hit a little too close.”
“It occurred to me,” Nadine agreed. “Doesn’t fit his pattern, but—”
“He doesn’t give her the…status, we’ll say, he affords his chosen victims. She just annoyed him, so he took her out. You got a copy of the program she did?”
“I do.”
“Send me a copy. I’ll reach out to Romania again, see if they’ll get me the juice on her case. You got anything else?”
“A lot of screaming tabloid headlines, screen and print. My busy bees will pick through them, see if there’s anything worth looking at twice.”
“Let me know.”
When she clicked off, Eve noted down: Pale man. Music. Tree of life. Death house.
Then she went to snag Peabody.
I think it’s getting warmer.” Peabody hunched her shoulders and tried to lever her body so the wild March wind didn’t blow straight into her marrow.
“Are you standing on the same side of the equator as I am?”
“No, really. I think it’s a couple of degrees up from yesterday. And seeing as it’s March, it’s practically April. So it’s almost summer if you think about it.”
“The frigid wind has obviously damaged your brain.” Eve pulled out her badge for the security scanner on Cal Marshall’s building. “That being the case, I need to rethink the fact that I was about to tell you to take the lead on this guy.”
“No! I can do it. It’s freezing, okay. The wind’s so freaking cold it’s drilling right through my corneas into my retinas. But it hasn’t yet entered the brain.”
When they were cleared, Peabody stepped in, yanked off her earflap cap. “Do I have hat hair? You can’t effectively interview with hat hair.”