Visions in Death (In Death 19) - Page 126

He nodded, swallowed hard. “She had her weapon in her hand. She kept her weapon.”

“She’s got spine. Roarke?”

He nodded and, walking out to gather information, left her and McNab waiting alone.

Chapter 19

He paced and prowled and keened like an animal. And wept like a child as he crossed back and forth, back and forth, in front of the staring eyes. The bitch had hurt him.

It wasn’t allowed. Those days were over, and he wasn’t supposed to be hurt anymore. Ever. Look at him. He swung around toward the wall of mirrors to reassure himself. Look at his body.

He’d grown tall, taller than anyone he knew.

Do you know how much clothes cost, you damn freak? You better start pulling your weight around here, or you’re gonna go around naked as far as I’m concerned. I’m not going to keep popping for them.

“I’m sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

No, no! He wasn’t sorry. He was glad he was tall. He wasn’t a freak.

And he’d made himself strong. He’d worked, he’d strained, he’d sweated, until he’d created a strong body. A body to be proud of, a body people respected. Women feared.

You’re puny, you’re weak, you’re nothing.

“Not anymore, Mother.” Grinning fiercely, he flexed the biceps of his uninjured arm. “Not anymore.”

But even as he looked, as he preened in front of the glass to admire the brawny form he’d spent years building, he saw himself shrink, whittling down until it was a gangly boy with pinched cheeks and haunted eyes staring back at him.

The boy’s chest was crisscrossed with welts from a beating, his genitals were raw from the vicious scrubbing she’d given them. His hair hung dank and dirty to his shoulders the way she made him keep it.

“She’ll punish us again,” the little boy told him. “She’ll put us back in the dark.”

“No! She won’t.” He swung away from the mirror. “She won’t. I know what I’m doing.” Cradling his injured arm, he tried to pace off the pain. “She’ll be punished this time. You can bet your bottom dollar. Took care of the cop bitch, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

He’d killed her. He was damn sure he’d broken her into a few nasty pieces, oh yeah. But his arm! It was hot and numb—the kind of numb that came with prickling needles—from shoulder to fingertip.

He cradled it against his body, moaning, as he was caught between boy and man.

Mommy would kiss it and make it all better.

Mommy would slap him silly and lock him in the dark.

“We haven’t finished.”

He heard the little boy, the sad, desperate little boy.

No, he hadn’t finished. He’d be punished unless he could finish it. Put in the dark, blind in the dark. Burned and whipped, with her voice pounding in his head like spikes.

He shouldn’t have left the cop behind, but it had happened so fast. The screaming, the people running toward him, the shocking pain in his arm.

He’d had to run. The little boy had said: Run! What choice had he had?

“I had to.” He dropped to his knees, pleading with the eyes that floated in silence, that stared without pity. “I’ll do better next time. Just wait. I’ll do better.”

In the bright lights that were never turned off, he knelt and rocked and wept.

Eve couldn’t sit. She wandered to the vending area, ordered up more coffee. She carried the thin, bitter brew to the window. Stared out as McNab had done. She ran over in her mind what she’d done, what was left to be done, but she couldn’t keep her thoughts from stealing into surgery where she envisioned Peabody’s lifeless body on an operating table, and faceless doctors with blood on their hands to their wrists.

Peabody’s blood.

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