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AFTER BREAKFAST WE HEADED back into the dining room. Bernardo had volunteered to do the dishes. I think he was looking for any excuse to get out of the paperwork. Though I was beginning to wonder if Bernardo had been as badly spooked by the mutilations as Edward had been. Even the monsters were afraid of this one.
Last night I'd been ready to look at the forensic reports next, but in the clear light of day I could admit that it was cowardice. Reading about it was not as bad as seeing it. I so did not want to look at the photos. I was afraid to see them, and the moment I admitted that to myself, I moved them to the top of the list.
Edward suggested we stick all the pictures on the walls of the dining room.
"And put pin holes in your nice clean walls," I said.
"Don't be barbaric," Edward said. "We'll use sticky putty." He held up a small packet of the pliable yellow rectangles. He peeled off some and handed it to Olaf and me.
I squeezed the stuff between my fingers, rolling it into a ball. It made me smile. "I haven't seen this stuff since elementary school."
The three of us spent the next hour putting the pictures up on the wall. Just handling the sticky putty made me remember fourth grade and helping Miss Cooper hang Christmas decorations on the walls.
We'd hung cheerful Santas, fat candy canes, and bright balls. Now I was hanging vivisected bodies, close-ups of skinless faces, shots of rooms full of body parts. By the time we had one wall covered I was mildly depressed. Finally, the pictures took up almost all the empty white wall space.
I stood in the center of the room and looked at it all. "Sweet Jesus."
"Too harsh for you?" Olaf asked.
"Back off, Olaf," I said.
He started to say something else but Edward said, "Olaf." It was amazing how much menace he could put into one ordinary word.
Olaf thought about it for a second or two, but in the end he let it go. Either Olaf was getting smarter or he was afraid of Edward, too. Guess which way I was voting.
We'd grouped the photos by crime scene in large clusters. This was my first glimpse of the bodies that had been torn apart.
Doctor Evans had described the bodies being cut by a blade of unknown origin, then disjointed by hand. But that had been a very clean description of what had actually been done.
At first, all my eyes could see was blood and pieces. Even knowing what I was looking at, my mind refused to see it at first. It was like looking at one of those 3-D pictures where at first it's just colors and dots, then suddenly yousee it. Once you see it, you can't unsee it. My mind was trying to protect me from what I was looking at by just simply not allowing me to make sense of it. My mind was protecting me, and it only does that when it's bad, really really bad.
If I had just walked out now before my eyes made sense of it, I might escape the full horror of it all. I could turn on my heel and march out of here. I could just refuse to take one more terror into my brain. Probably a good idea for my own sanity, but it wouldn't help the next family that this thing got hold of. It wouldn't stop the mutilations, the deaths. So I stood there and made myself stare up at the first picture, waiting to see what was really there
The blood was brighter than movie blood, a cherry red. They'd gotten to this scene before the blood had started to dry.
I spoke without turning around. "How did the police find the bodies so quickly in this house? The blood is still fresh."
Edward answered, "The husband's parents were supposed to meet them for an early breakfast, before work."
I had to look away from the picture, at the floor. "You mean his parents found him like this?"
"It gets worse," Edward said.
"How could it possibly get worse?" I asked.
"The wife told her best friend she was pregnant. The breakfast meeting was to tell the husband's parents they were about to be grandparents for the first time."
The rug swam in my vision, like looking at it through water. I reached back for a chair and eased my way into it. I put my head between my knees and breathed very carefully.
"You all right?" Edward asked.
I nodded without raising up. I waited for Olaf to make a sarcastic remark, but he didn't. Either Edward had warned him off or he thought it was horrible, too.
When I was sure I wasn't going to throw up or faint, I spoke with my head still between my knees. "When did the parents arrive at the house? What time?"
I heard paper rustle. "Six-thirty."
I rested my cheek against my knee. It felt good. "When did the sun come up?"
"I don't know," Edward said.
"Find out," I said. Gee, the rug on the floor was kind of pretty.
I raised up slowly, still practicing nice even breaths. The room did not swim. Good. "The grandparents-to-be arrived at six-thirty. It takes what, ten minutes, less, for them to recover enough to call the cops. Then uniforms arrive on the scene first. It could take thirty minutes or an hour, more, for a crime scene photographer to arrive, and yet the blood is still fresh. It hasn't dulled yet, let alone started to brown."
"The parents nearly walked in on it," Edward said.
"Yeah," I said.
"What difference does that make?" Olaf asked.
"If dawn was close to six-thirty, then the critter can be out in daylight, or it went to hole close to the murder scene. If it wasn't close to dawn, then it may be limited to darkness."
Edward was smiling down at me like a proud parent. "Even with your head between your knees, you're still thinking about the job."
"But what does it gain us," Olaf said, "if the creature is limited to darkness or daylight?"
I looked up at him. He was looming over me again, but I kept sitting down. Wouldn't look very macho if I stood up and fell down. "If it's limited to darkness, then it may help us figure out what kind of critter it is. There really aren't that many preternatural creatures that are limited exclusively to darkness. It would help narrow the list."
"And if it holed up near the first murder scene," Edward said, "we might find some traces."
I nodded. "Yeah."
"The police tramped over that area within an inch of its life," Olaf said. "Are you saying you can find something that they can't?" His arrogance was showing.
"With the first murder, especially, the police were looking for a human perpetrator. If you're looking for a human being, you look for different things than if it's a monster." I smiled. "Besides, if we didn't all think we could find things that the police couldn't, we wouldn't be here. Edward wouldn't have called us in, and the police wouldn't have shared the files with him."
Olaf frowned. "I have never seen you smile like this, Edward, unless you are pretending to be Ted. You took like a proud teacher whose pupil is doing well."
"More like Frankenstein with his monster," I said.
Edward thought about it for a second, then nodded and grinned, pleased with himself. "I like that."
Olaf frowned at both of us. "You did not create her, Edward."
"No," I said, "but he helped make me the woman I am today."
Edward and I looked at each other, and the smiles faded from both our faces, leaving us solemn. "Am I supposed to apologize for that?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Do you feel like apologizing for it?"
"No," he said.
"Then don't. I'm alive, Edward, and I'm here." I stood and didn't sway at all. Life was good.
"Let's find out if any of the killings took place after daylight. When I've looked at all this shit, let's go see some murder scenes." I looked at Edward. "If that's all right with you. You are the boss."
He gave a small nod. "That's fine, but to keep Ted working with the Santa Fe PD, we'll need to include them at the murder sites."
"Yeah," I said, "police don't like civvies mucking up their murder scenes, makes them testy."
"Besides, you're already persona non grata in Albuquerque," Edward said. "We've got to keep some of the cops willing to talk to you."
"And that's really bugging me," I said. "I'm barred from the freshest crime scenes, the newest evidence. I don't need another handicap on a case like this."
"You don't know what it is either, do you?" Edward said.
I shook my head, and sighed. "Not a damn clue." Bless his chauvinistic heart, but Olaf didn't say, I told you so.
I went back to staring at the pictures, and suddenly I could see it. I let out a breath, and said, softly, "Wow." The room seemed hot. Dammit, I was not going to have to sit down again. I put my fingertips on either side of the wall steadying myself, but it must have looked like I was trying for a closer look. Trust me, I was as close as I ever wanted to get. I finally had to close my eyes for just a few seconds. When I opened them, I was okay or as okay as I was likely to be.
Body parts scattered like flower petals, stirred into a red mess. My eye flicked from one blood-covered lump to another. I was almost sure that was a forearm, and the ball of a knee joint showed whitely amid all the red. I'd never seen so many pieces before. I'd seen bodies torn apart before, but that had been for food or punishment. But there was a terrible completeness to this ... destruction. I moved on to a shot of the same image but from a slightly different angle. I tried to put the body together in my head, but kept coming up short on parts.
I finally turned around. "There's no head and no hands." I pointed at small lumps in the blood. "Unless those are fingers. Was the body completely disjointed even down to the finger bones?"
Edward nodded. "Every victim has been almost completely dismembered down to the joints."
"Why?" I asked. I looked at Edward. "Where's the head?"
"They found it down the hill behind the house. The brain was missing."
"How about the heart?" I asked. "I mean there's the spine, almost intact, but I don't see any viscera. Where are all the internal organs?"
"They didn't find them," Edward said.
I leaned back, half-sitting on the table. "Why take the internal organs? Did they eat them? Is it part of some magical ritual? Or is it just part of the ritual of the killing itself, a souvenir?"
"There are a lot of organs in the body," Olaf said. "You put them all in one container and they can be heavy, bulky. They also rot very quickly unless you put them in some form of preservative."
I looked at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the pictures. He hadn't given a lot of detail, but something in the way he said it made him sound like he knew what he was talking about.
"And how do you know how heavy the internal organs of a human body can be?"
"He could have worked in a morgue," Edward said.
I shook my head. "But he didn't, did you, Olaf."
"No," he said, and now he was looking at me. His eyes had been turned into two dark caves by the deep set of his face and a trick of light, or would that be darkness. He stared down at me, and without seeing his eyes I could feel the intensity of that stare, as if I were being studied, measured, dissected.
I kept my gaze on Olaf, but asked, "What is his specialty, Edward? Why did you call him in on this particular case?"
"The only person I've ever seen do anything close to this, is him," Edward said.
I glanced at him, and his face was calm. I turned back to Olaf. "I was told you went to jail for rape, not murder."
He looked right at me and said, "The police arrived too soon."
A cheerful voice called out from the front of the house. "Ted, it's us." It was Donna, and the "us" could only mean the kids.
Edward left at a goodly walk, trying to head her off. I think Olaf and I might have still been staring at each other when she walked in on us, but Bernardo came in, and said, "We're supposed to hide the pictures."
"How?" Olaf asked.
I took the candelabra off the table and said, "Put the table cloth over the door." I stood aside and let Bernardo drag it off the table.
Olaf said, "Aren't you going to help him? You are one of the boys, after all."
"I'm not tall enough to hold it up over the entire door," I said.
He gave a small smile, derisive, but he moved up to help Bernardo block the open doorway with the tablecloth.
I was left standing behind them with the black iron candelabra in my hands. I stared at the tall, bald man and was half-regretful that I wasn't tall enough to smash the heavy iron candelabra into his skull. Just as well. I'd owe Edward another favor if I killed one of his backups just because he'd scared me.