She moved directly to the holo-room where Cill’s blood, she assumed, stained the floor.
“Let’s get samples of that, make sure it’s all hers.”
She walked over to the control. “There’s a disc in here, and it’s going to be Fantastical.”
“Same setup as Minnock,” Peabody observed, “but from the description of her injuries it sounds like the killer decided to beat her to death.”
“Then why didn’t he finish the job? She’s down, broken, unconscious. Why leave her breathing after you’ve gone to all that trouble?”
“Maybe he got spooked, or thought she was dead.”
No, Eve thought. Just no. “He’s too smart to leave her breathing. It’s a really big mistake.”
“Not if she doesn’t make it.”
Eve shook her head. “Go ahead and call the sweepers, and EDD. We’ll see if the partners know her security code. Maybe we can get this disc out without frying it. Either way, I want to know when she started the game, how long she played it.”
“On it. Do you want me to take one of them in another room to get his statement?”
“No. We’ll take them together. Let’s see how they play it. Come in when you finish up here. Then interrupt me, take me aside to give me some news. Keep it low, but I want them to hear you say EDD, breakthrough, recovered data.”
“If they’re—or one of them is guilty, it’ll be bad news.”
“Yeah. Sometimes you have to water the seeds.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” She left Peabody to go into the viewing room. Both men leapt to their feet and started talking at once.
“Stop! Officer, if you’ll join your partner and keep the scene secured. Sweepers and EDD are being notified. No one else gets in.”
She turned to the two men. “Sit.”
“They wouldn’t let us go with her. They won’t even let us check with the hospital. Please. Please, Lieutenant.” Benny’s voice shook with the tears that swam in his eyes.
She pulled out her ’link. “This is Lieutenant Dallas,” she began and gave her badge number. “I need to know the status of a patient, Cilla Allen, who was just brought in.” She held up a finger before either man could speak again, and walked to the other side of the room. She listened, murmured back, then slipped the ’link back in her pocket before going back across the room.
“They’re working on her. They have a team on her, and they’re trying to stabilize her so they can move her to OR.”
“Operate? She’s going to need surgery?” Var asked as Benny simply stared at her.
“Her injuries are very severe, and they’re doing everything they can. She’s critical. You need to prepare yourselves.”
“She’s not going to die. She’s not going to die. She’s not going to die.”
As he said it again and again, Benny rocked in the chair until Var put an arm around his shoulders.
“Come on, Benny. Come on, man. She’s tough. Cilly’s strong. We need to be there with her,” he said to Eve.
“I need statements from both of you. I’ll make it as quick as I can, and I’ll have the officers who responded transport you to the hospital as soon as we’re done. I need to know what happened.”
“We don’t know.” Benny shook his head. “How could we know? She was . . . she was lying there when we got here.”
“What time did you get here?”
Benny shook his head again, then dropped it into his hands.
“It was about ten or just before. I don’t know exactly,” Var told her. “We got worried when Cill didn’t come in to work, and she didn’t answer her ’link, or her e-mail. We should’ve come before. We should’ve checked on her earlier, then maybe . . .”