Holiday in Death (In Death #7)(84)

“Was the witness able to ID?” Eve demanded.

“Not as yet. He’s at the hospital with his sister. The scene has been secured. I’ve ordered the uniforms to leave it undisturbed and await your arrival.”

“I’ll take Feeney. We’ll go to the hospital first.” She caught Peabody’s quick jolt of shock, but kept her eyes on Whitney. “I don’t want to break Peabody’s and McNab’s cover at this time. I prefer for them to remain here, in contact, until I move on the scene.”

“It’s your call,” Whitney said simply, and it was one he agreed with.

“We’ve got witnesses this time, and he’s on the run. He’s scared. He can’t be sure he wasn’t made. And, if Piper stays alive, this makes his third miss.” She turned to her team. “I’ve got to change out of this thing. Feeney, I’ll be downstairs in five minutes. Peabody, contact the hospital and see what you can find out on the victim’s status. McNab, I’ll have a uniform bring you the security discs. I want them run before we get back.”

“Dallas,” Whitney said as she strode to the elevator, “let’s cage this bastard in.”

“One of these days,” Feeney said as they walked down the hospital corridor, “I’m going to leave one of your parties with my wife.”

“Cheer up, Feeney. We might’ve just caught the break that will put this away and give you a nice cozy Christmas.”

“Yeah, there’s that.” Someone moaned behind an opened door as they passed, and had Feeney hunching his shoulders. “Too many broken bodies around here to suit me. The way the roads are tonight, they’ve probably been hauling in traffic accidents all night.”

“Cheerful thought. There’s Rudy. I’ll take him. See if you can find her attending and an update.”

One look at the man slumped in a chair with his head in his hands and Feeney couldn’t have been happier to be somewhere else. “He’s all yours, kid.”

They parted ways, with Eve going straight ahead until she stopped in front of Rudy.

He lowered his hands slowly, staring at her boots first, then gradually lifting a face dominated by devastated eyes. “He raped her. He raped her and he hurt her. He tied her up. I heard her crying. I heard her begging and crying.”

Eve sat beside him. “Who was he?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see. I think — he must have heard me come in. He must have heard me. I ran into the bedroom, and I saw her. Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“Stop.” Snapping out the order, she took his wrists to drag his hands away from his face again. “That won’t help her. You came in and heard her. Where had you been?”

“Shopping. Christmas shopping.” A single tear slid out of his eye and down his cheek. “She’d seen a sculpture, a fairy at a pond. She left hints around the apartment. A little sketch of it, the address of the gallery. Everything’s been so confused that I hadn’t had time to buy it until tonight. I never should have left her alone.”

She could check on the gallery, the timing, and be certain, Eve thought. Be certain the man who’d put Piper in the hospital wasn’t sitting beside her. She knew, she knew better than to let anyone in. Why would she have let her attacker in?

“Was the door secured when you got there?”

“Yes. I coded in. Then I heard her crying, calling out. I ran in.” His breath hitched. He closed his eyes, fisted his hands. “I saw her on the bed. She was naked, her hands and feet tied. I think — I’m not sure — but I think I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A movement. Or maybe I just sensed it. Then someone shoved me, and I fell. My head.”

Absently he lifted a hand to the side of his head. “I hit it on something, the footboard? I don’t know. I might have been out for a few seconds. It couldn’t have been long because I heard him running away. I didn’t go after him. I should have, but she was lying there, and I couldn’t think of anything but her. She wasn’t crying anymore. I thought… I thought she was dead.”

“You called for MTs, an ambulance?”

“I untied her first, covered her. I had to. I couldn’t stand… Then I called. I couldn’t wake her up. I couldn’t. She never woke up. And now they won’t let me see her.”

This time when he covered his face with his hands, Eve let him weep. Spotting Feeney, she rose and met him halfway.

“She’s in a coma,” he began. “Doctors figure it for extreme shock rather than physical. She was raped, sodomized. Wrists and ankles abraded. A couple of bruises. They did a tox. She was tranq’d — same over-the-counter shit. The tattoo’s on her right thigh.”

“They got a prognosis?”

“They say they can’t do anything. Lots of medical mumbo, but basically, the girl’s closed herself up. She’ll come back when and if she wants to.”

“Okay, we’re useless here. Let’s put a uniform on her door, and another on the brother.”

“You still looking at him, Dallas?”

She glanced back, watching him sob. The stir of pity surprised her. “No, but we’ll put one on him anyway.”

She took out her communicator, and sent out the orders as they headed toward the elevator.