“Okay. Let’s get moving before there’s a riot, and they drag us out of the car and stomp us to death on the street.”

“I’m for that.”

She drove the next block in silence. “I’m going to drop you off at home,” Eve said. “We need sleep.”

“Does that mean you’re going home to work on the case alone?”

“No.” Eve smiled a little. “I’m going to take my meeting with Mira, then go home and crash for a while. I’ll work some tonight. If you want to do the same, you could push at the ribbons some more. And verify Abel Maplewood’s whereabouts on the night of.”

“Can do. What are we going to do about Sanchez?”

“I’m going to sleep on it.”

Since her head was messed up, Eve figured it was a really good time to see a shrink. Or a really bad time. Either way, it wasn’t smart to miss or cancel an appointment with Mira.

Mira would take it fine, but her admin would punish you.

So instead of lying facedown on some flat surface, catching some much-needed sleep, she was sitting in one of Mira’s cozy scoop chairs, accepting a cup of tea she didn’t want.

Mira had a soft, pretty face surrounded by soft, pretty hair the color of natural mink. She enjoyed attractive, monochromatic suits. Today’s was the green shade of good pistachio ice cream. She wore a trio of beaded necklaces with it, in a darker shade of green.

Her eyes were the same blue as her scoop chairs and, while invariably kind, rarely missed a detail.

“You’re exhausted. Haven’t you slept at all?”

“Couple hours. I drank a booster.”

“All well and good. Sleep is better.”

“Next on my list. Tell me about him.”

“Angry and violent, with that anger and violence targeted toward women. I don’t believe his use of the red ribbon was accidental. Scarlet, the brand for whores. There’s a duality in his view on women. Whores to be used and abused, yes, but the pose, the location, indicate an awe of them. A religious pose, a castle. Madonna, queen, whore. He chooses his symbols.”

“Why Maplewood, specifically?”

“You believe she was specifically targeted. This wasn’t random?”

“He lay in wait. I’m sure of it.”

“She was alone and unprotected. She had a child, but no husband. This may play a part. She may also represent, by appearance, by lifestyle, by circumstances, the female in his life who influenced him. Sexual homicide with mutilation most often occurs when the perpetrator was abused or humiliated or betrayed in some fashion by a strong female figure. Mother, sister, teacher, spouse or lover. It’s unlikely he has or has been able to maintain a long-term, healthy intimate relationship with a woman.”

“And sometimes they’re just fucking murdering bastards.”

“Yes.” Mira calmly sipped her tea. “Sometimes. But there is a root, Eve. There’s always a root, whether real or fantasized. Rape is about power, more than it’s about violence, certainly more than it’s about sex. Penetration by force, for your own gratification while causing fear and pain. Not just forcing yourself on another person, but into them. Murder takes that power to another level. The ultimate control over another human being. The method, strangulation, is very personal, very intimate.”

“I think he got off on it. He strangled her face-to-face. He watched her die.”

“I’d agree. We can’t know if he ejaculated as there was no semen, but I don’t believe he’s impotent. He may be so without the violence, but if he’d been unable to orgasm, we would see more injuries, pre- and postmortem.”

“Cutting out her eyes is pretty injurious.”

“A symbol again. He enjoys symbols. He blinded her. She has no power against him as she can’t see him—or is allowed to see him only in a manner he directs. This is a powerful symbol to him, and possibly the most important. He took her eyes away from her—not destroying them, which would have been quicker and easier—and more violent—but with some care. Eyes are important to him. They have meaning.”

She’d had blue eyes, Eve thought. Dark bluebell eyes, like her daughter. “Maybe he fixes them. Could be an eye doctor, a tech, a consultant.”

Mira shook her head. “I’d be surprised if he could work with, treat, or interact with women on a day-to-day basis. It’s most likely he lives alone, works at a job where he can work alone, or primarily with men. He’s organized, but he’s also a risk taker. And he’s proud. He not only attacked and killed in a public place, but he left her there, displayed.”

“Look at my work, and be afraid.”

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