Reunion in Death (In Death #14)(70)

"Yet she didn't target types like Springer. She went after types like her stepfather."

"Because she was sure she could control them. They built her confidence and her bank account. But she was punishing Springer every time she was with another man. Look at this, look what I can have. I don't need you. Along the way, Springer became less of a personal affront and more a symbol. Men are worthless, liars, cheats, weaklings, and driven by sex."

"And wouldn't it irritate her to know that on a core level, she's the one driven by it."

Mira lifted her brows, nodded in approval. "Yes, exactly. You understand her very well. Springer said that they'd had sex after he'd broken it off with her, after she'd physically attacked him. It only showed her sex was the key, and in her mind, man's fatal downfall. She stopped being angry, and got down to the business of using that weakness to satisfy herself."

"That plays for me. But I can't figure who she'll go for next. I ran probabilities on Parker, on Springer, and on Roarke. Parker and Springer are neck-in-neck, with Roarke more than twenty percentage points behind them. I trust your opinion more than a computer's."

"It won't be Springer. Not yet. She may toy with him a bit more, but I believe she'll save him. Like a cat plays with a mouse before the kill. Her stepfather? It's possible, but I'd think she'd wait on him as well. He was her first real victory, a kind of practice tool. She'll want to savor him yet."

Mira set her tea aside. "I think, despite the results of the probabilities, it'll be Roarke, or someone else entirely. She's not finished here yet, Eve. She's not finished with you."

"That's the way I worked it, too. I'm going to keep him covered, and that's going to piss him off. But he'll get over it. Okay, thanks. Sorry, to have held you up."

"Are you all right?"

"A little shaky, maybe, but mostly I'm all right. I got through it, and I remembered some stuff."

"Will you tell me?"

It was foolish to deny, to either of them, that she was here as much for personal reasons as professional ones. "I remembered what it felt like to kill him. I remembered that rush of primal hate and rage. I know that's in me, and I know I can control it. I know that killing him, for me, at that moment, was the only way to survive. I can live with that."

She got to her feet. "And if you're thinking you need to put me through Testing to be sure I'm solid, I won't agree to it. I won't do it."

Mira kept her hands folded in her lap, kept her body very still. "Do you think I'd put you through that? Knowing you, understanding the circumstances, that I would use this confidence and play by the book? I thought you and I had come further than that."

She heard the hurt, and the disappointment, and had to turn away from it. "Maybe I'm shakier than I thought. I'm sorry." She pressed the heels of her hands to her temples. "Goddamn it."

"Oh, Eve." Mira rose, but when she reached out, Eve stepped quickly aside.

"I just need to find some level ground. Focus on work, and put this... He was training me," she blurted out. "Training me so he could sell me to other men." Slowly, she lowered her hands as she stared at Mira's face. "You knew."

"I suspected. It made a terrible kind of sense. He could have moved quicker, easier, cheaper without you. You served no real purpose for him. From what I know, what you've been able to tell me, he wasn't a standard pedophile. He had relationships with women as a rule. You were the only child he abused that we're aware of. And if children were what he wanted, he could have availed himself of them without the inconvenience of having one underfoot otherwise."

"He kept me locked up. That's how you train something-brainwash it. You keep it locked up, totally dependent on you. You convince it that it has no choice but to stay because whatever's out there is worse. You keep it hungry, uncomfortable, and afraid, mix that with small rewards. Punish harshly and swiftly for any infractions, and accustom it to whatever task it's meant to do. Bind it to you with fear, and it's yours."

"You were never his. With all that he did, for all those years, he never really reached you."

"He's never let go either," Eve said. "I have to live with that, too. So does Roarke. This messed him up, maybe more than it did me. We're okay, but... hell, it screws up your head."

"Would you like me to talk to him?"

"Yeah." The tension spiking into the base of her skull eased. "Yeah, that'd be good."

...

It wasn't really stalling to go back to her office, add Mira's comments to her file on Julianna Dunne. It gave her time to smooth out her mood, and to update and copy all updated files to her team and her commander.

When it was done and she heard the general scuffle outside her office that meant change of shift, she programmed one last cup of coffee and stood drinking it at her window.

Uptown traffic, she thought, was going to be a bitch.

...

In a small office across the jammed street and sky, Julianna Dunne sat at a secondhand metal desk. The door that read daily enterprises was locked. The office consisted of a boxy room and a closet-sized washroom. The furnishings were sparse and cheap. She saw no reason her alter ego of Justine Daily, under which the rental agreement was signed, should waste overhead.