Indulgence In Death Part 12

Okay, she thought, she got the drift.

"You want to hurt me? Do you want me to like it?"

He smiled a little shyly as he came toward her. But the pace of his breathing had increased. "Don't fight."

"You're stronger. I 'd never win." Playing the game, she let him back her into a shadowy corner behind a figure moaning as it turned on a spit. "I 'll do anything you want." She worked some fear into her voice. "Anything. I 'm your prisoner."

"I paid for you."

"And your slave." She watched pleasure darken his eyes, kept her voice low, throaty. "What do you want me to do?" Let her breath catch. "What are you going to do to me?"

"What I brought you here to do. Now be very still."

He pressed against her as he reached in his pocket, into the sheath hugging his thigh.

He kissed her once, squeezed his free hand on her breast to feel her heart pump against his palm.

She heard something, a slide, a click. "What's that?"

"Death," he said, and stepping back drove the blade into that pumping heart.

CHAPTER 7

WITH HER MIND CROWDED WITH DATA AND theories, Eve crawled into bed. Her body clock yearned to be wound down, turned off, and rebooted after a solid downtime. She curved into Roarke as his arm came around her, felt everything in her give in, relax.

She closed her eyes.

Her 'link signaled.

"h.e.l.l. Lights on, ten percent. Block video." She shoved herself up, answered. "Dallas."

Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. See the officer, Coney Island, House of Horrors, main entrance. Possible homicide.

"Acknowledged. Contact Peabody, Detective Delia. Probability of connection with Houston investigation?"

Unclear, but flagged.

"On my way. s.h.i.t," she said as she cut transmission.

"I 'll drive." Roarke stood, shook his head when she frowned. "I 've a business interest in the park, as you know. I 'll be contacted-" He broke off when his 'link signaled. "Now, I 'd say."

She didn't argue. He'd probably be handy.

She dressed, programmed a couple of coffees to go.

And said nothing when he chose one of his topless toys to zing them through the warm summer night. The wind and the caffeine would clear her brain and reboot the body clock a few hours ahead of schedule.

"What kind of security's on that place?" she asked him.

"Minimal as it's an amus.e.m.e.nt. Standard scanners at the entrances to the park, a network of cams and alarms throughout. Security personnel do routine sweeps."

"A night like this, it's probably packed."

"From a business standpoint, one hopes. We've had very little trouble since we opened, and that on the minor side." He flicked a glance in her direction. "I 'm no happier to have a dead body there than you are."

"Dead body's less happy than both of us."

"No doubt." But it troubled him on an elemental level, not only because it was primarily his, but because it was meant to be a place for fun, for families, for children to be dazzled and entertained.

I t was meant to be safe and, of course, he knew no place was really safe. Not a pretty I rish wood, not an amus.e.m.e.nt park.

"Security's duping the discs now," he told her. "You'll have the originals, and they'll scan the copies. They'll be enhanced, as the lighting in that amus.e.m.e.nt is deliberately low, and there are sections with fog or other effects. We use droids, anitrons, and holos," he said before she could ask.

"There's no live performers."

"The stuff runs on a timer?"

"No. I t's motion activated, programmed to follow the customer's movements. As for timing, there's a feature that funnels customers in their groups, or individually if they come in alone, into different areas to enhance and personalize the experience."

"So the victim and killer, if they came in together, could and would have been alone-at least for a portion of the ride, or whatever it is."

"Sensory experience. There are sections inaccessible to minors under fifteen to conform with codes."

"You've been through it."

"Yes, several times during the design and construction stages. I t's appropriately gruesome and terrifying."

"Won't scare me. I have the gruesome and the terrifying greet me at the door every freaking day." She smiled to herself, thinking it was too bad Summerset wasn't around to hear her get that one off.

The lights shimmered and sparkled against the night sky, and music vied with the happy screams of people zooming on the curves and loops of the coasters, spinning on wheels that flashed and boomed.

She didn't much see the appeal of paying for something that tore screams out of your throat.

On the midway, people paid good money to try to win enormous stuffed animals or big-eyed dolls she considered less appealing than rides that tore screams out of the throat. They shot, tossed, blasted, and hammered with abandon or strolled around with soy dogs or cream cones or sleeves of fries and whopping drinks.

I t smelled a little like candy-coated sweat.

The House of Horrors was just that, a huge, spooky-looking house with lights flickering in the windows where the occasional ghoul, ghost, or ax murderer would pop out to snarl or howl.

A big, burly uniform and a skinny civilian secured the entrance.

"Officer."

"Lieutenant. We've got the building secured. One officer, one park security inside with the DB. We've got a guard on every egress. Did an e- scan. No civilians left inside."

"Why is it still running?" she asked, studying the door knocker in the form of a bat with shivering, papery wings and glowing red eyes.

"I didn't want to make the determination to shut down, considering you might have wanted to go through as the vic had."

I t was a reasonable call. "We'll do a replay when and if. For now, shut it down."

"I can do that from the box." The skinny guy glanced at Eve, then sent Roarke a sorrowful look. "Sir. I have no idea how this could've happened."

"We'll want to find that out. For now, shut it down."

"I need to go inside," the civilian said to Eve. "Just inside to the box."

"Show me." She nodded to the uniform, who uncoded the door.

I t creaked ominously.

Cobwebs draped the shadowy foyer like shawls over a body back. Light, such as it was, came from the flickering glow of ornate candelabras and a swaying chandelier where a very lifelike rat perched.

Something breathed heavily to the left, and made her fingers itch for her weapon. Shadows seemed to swoop and dive from the ceiling. Up a long curve of steps a door groaned like a man in pain, then slammed.The skinny guy moved to a panel on the wall, aimed his little handheld. The panel slid open to reveal a keypad. He coded something in.

Lights flashed on, movement and sound died.

Glancing around, she decided it was a little creepier in the bright and the still. Anitrons stood frozen on the floor, in the air, on the stairs. In a mirror a face held in mid-scream while a severed hand holding a two-bladed ax hung suspended.

"Where's the body?"

"Subsection B. Torture Chamber," the skinny guy told her.

"Who are you?"

"I 'm Gumm. Ah, I 'm Electronics and Effects."

"Okay. Lead the way."

"Do you want to go by the amus.e.m.e.nt route or employee?"

"The most direct."

"This way." He walked to a bookcase-why was it always a bookcase? Eve wondered-and engaging another hidden mechanism, opened the doorway.

"We have a series of connecting pa.s.sages and monitoring stations throughout the amus.e.m.e.nt." He guided them through a brightly lit, white- walled pa.s.sage, past controls and screens.

"I t's all automated?"

"Yes, state of the art. T o give the customers the full experience, we're able to funnel them in various directions rather than have them all follow the same route and crowd together. I t's more personal. They can, if they choose, interact with the effects. Speak to them, ask questions, give chase or attempt to evade. There's no danger, of course, though we have had some customers pa.s.s out. A loss of consciousness triggers an alarm in Medical."

"How about death?"

"Well ..." He made a turn, paused. "T echnically, a loss of heartbeat should have triggered an alarm. There was a glitch, a kind of blip at twenty- three-fifty-two. A kind of blip. We're looking into it, sir," he said to Roarke.

He opened the door into the T orture Chamber. There was the faint memory of stench, as if something hadn't been thoroughly cleaned. Over it smeared the smell of death.

The officer holding the scene came to attention. Eve gave him a nod.

The body slumped against the fake stone wall, legs spread, chin on chest. As if the woman had fallen asleep. The ma.s.s of curling brown hair hid most of her face, but one wide blue eye stared out from a part in that curtain, almost flirtatiously.

Sparkling stones glittered at her throat, her wrists, on her fingers. She wore a white dress in a summery fabric, cut low on the b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Blood stained it in a thin line where the blade pierced her heart.

Eve opened her field kit, used Seal-I t to cover her hands and boots before tossing the can to Roarke. She'd already engaged her recorder.

"Victim is mixed-race female, looks early thirties, brown and blue. She has a small, jeweled bag on the belt at her waist, and is wearing considerable jewelry. Single stab wound," she said as she stepped over and crouched. "Heart shot, and it looks dead-on, with a knife still in the body. The blade has some sort of mechanism, like a socket, on the grip."

"I t's a bayonet," Roarke said from behind her. "I t would fit on a rifle or other firearm, or can be removed, as it is now, for use as a sidearm."

"A bayonet," she murmured. "Something else you don't see every day." She opened the little bag. "About two-fifty in cash, breath spray, lip dye, credit card and ID card, both in the name of Ava Crampton, Upper East Side addy. And it lists her as a top-level LC on her ID."

She checked fingerprints to verify.

"Who found her?"

"Ah, I did." With a look of apology on his face-Eve wondered if it was situational or permanent-Gumm raised his hand. "We ran down the source of the glitch to this sector, and I came down to do an on-site check. She was ... just there."

"Did you touch her?"

"No. I could see ... I t was clear." He swallowed. "I called Security, and they notified the police. We cleared the amus.e.m.e.nt. I 'm afraid there had been several people through here between the glitch and the ... discovery."

Eve simply stared at him. "Customers tromped through the crime scene?"

"We-they-no one knew there'd been a crime. She was probably taken as part of the amus.e.m.e.nt. The exhibits are very lifelike."

"c.r.a.p. I need the security discs."

"We're putting them together for you now. There is a bit of a wrinkle."

Eve paused as she reached for her gauge. Glitch, blip, wrinkle, she thought. What other cute term would he find for cl.u.s.terf.u.c.k? "Define wrinkle."

"There are sections on the discs from various areas that appear to be blank."

"Appear to be."