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Carl tilted his head. “She ran in here, much like you two, and seemed very surprised to see me. Then she told me that she was here to take Tessa downstairs for some tests. I asked her what tests, and she became very angry, then came up to me and grabbed my forearm.” All of this was delivered in a calm, even recitation. “I had no idea what she was doing, but after a few seconds she let go, looking very puzzled and upset. Then she said, ‘Forget it. I can go straight to the source.’” His thin shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“You didn’t think to call the police or anything?” I demanded.
Carl lifted an eyebrow half a millimeter. “For what?”
He had a point. How was he to know that Rachel was a soul-sucking homicidal maniac? “She … couldn’t kill you,” I said, processing everything he’d said. “Must be something about how wards don’t affect you.”
Carl just shrugged again. “Well, she lit out of here. Would have been about ten minutes ago.”
“The source?” Ryan murmured.
I let out a curse. “The portal. She’s on her way to Tessa’s house.”
“Whatever that psycho pixie did to her before, she wants more,” Ryan said, voice near a growl.
Shit. She could kill with a touch now. I didn’t want to think about how much more powerful she could get. I whirled to leave, then looked back at Carl and stabbed a finger toward Tessa. “Protect her!”
He nodded gravely. “Absolutely.”
A blue Honda Civic was parked unevenly in Tessa’s drive way when we pulled up, and I briefly wondered if Rachel had killed to get the car. On the way over, I’d called dispatch to modify the bolo on Rachel to warn officers off from attempting to apprehend her. I absolutely did not want anyone laying hands on her to try to arrest her.
Ryan and I approached the house, guns out and at the ready. The window beside the front door was shattered, and the door was wide open. Obviously the aversion wards didn’t have much effect on someone who was seriously determined to get in. I hope the wards on the portal will be strong enough to keep her from getting another pixie-thing out.
We made entry, one behind the other, covering the hallway and listening for any sounds. I motioned to the library and Ryan nodded. We could both hear movement within. Please let those wards hold!
I did a quick peek around the doorway, just enough to see Rachel standing in front of the portal, her back to us. The wards on the portal were still intact, to my intense relief.
“Don’t move!” I commanded, covering her with my Glock. “Keep your hands where I can see them!” I stepped fully into the library, giving Ryan room to enter as well.
Rachel stiffened, but she kept her arms down by her sides. “You could tell, couldn’t you?” Tension coiled in her voice, and her hands clutched into fists.
“Yes. I could feel it. I could feel what you did.” I kept my gun steady on her, though my voice wasn’t as stable. The memory of the gaping emptiness still left my stomach roiling. “You consumed their essence when you killed all those people.”
“I didn’t want to. I swear! I never wanted it to go so far.” Her voice shook. “But I can’t … can’t stop. I mean, I can. I know I can. I just …” She trailed off, and I could see a shudder run through her.
Like she’s jonesing for a fix. Shit. “How are you doing it?” I asked. I knew it was an i
She let out a shaking laugh. “It used to be a little thing I could do. My grandfather died when I was five years old. They brought all of us kids into the room right after he’d drawn his last breath. Horrible to inflict that sort of experience on a kid that young anyway, but for me it was … providence.”
“Because his essence had just been freed,” I said.
I could hear her swallow. “Clinging by a thread to the empty shell. I could see it and feel it, and it felt so damn good. And when I threw myself at the essence, everyone thought I was throwing myself on his body in grief. By the time they lifted me off him, I’d pulled that essence into me.” She turned her head to look at me, eyes haunted and dark. “You always remember your first time, right?”
“I’ve never consumed anyone’s essence,” I retorted. “I wouldn’t know.”
A tremulous smile crossed her face. “It was marvelous. Made me feel so good. I never forgot that feeling. When I got older, I did a lot of volunteer work in hospitals. But I never killed anyone. I always waited … until after it was over.” She paused. “Then I got sick. Breast cancer. I was so scared and desperate, and I was seeing a client at a nursing home …”
“Why bother waiting for them to die, right?” I said.
“He was going to die anyway!” she snarled, but I could see the fear and guilt in her eyes. “It was simple enough to give him a fatal overdose of his heart medicine. And I got better. I … I figured it was like an organ donation. He died just a bit early, and my cancer was gone.”
“But you kept doing pro bono work there,” I countered. That’s it, keep talking. I knew from experience that most people wanted to confess, wanted to tell someone, anyone, what they’d done. I was more than happy to oblige her. Maybe it would give me enough time to figure out a plan. “How many others have died before their time?”
“Only a few.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Only … when I couldn’t bear the hunger anymore.”
“But then you killed Brian,” Ryan said, voice a growl.
She straightened her shoulders and shifted slowly to face us, keeping her hands where we could see them and her eyes on our guns. “Yes, but only because my dear departed husband was a fucking moron and a philandering asshole.” The steel was back in her voice. This wasn’t the addict speaking now. This was the scorned and vengeful wife. “I was willing to tolerate his indiscretions to a point, because being married to a judge was good for my career. But then he got stupid and killed Carol. He was screwing his daughter-in-law.” Her voice dripped with disgust, and I had a hard time not sharing her sentiment toward Harris Roth. “Then he called Davis in a panic—”
“But you were with Davis, having a little revenge affair of your own,” Ryan said.
“It was only fair,” she said, shrugging. “But Davis turned out to be a pathetic whiner. Threatened to go to the police. Moron.”
“But he’d told his wife everything,” I pointed out.
“Another moron,” she said with a derisive sneer. “You know what she wanted from me? She wanted to come back to Beaulac as if nothing had happened. Wanted me to make sure she’d still be ‘accepted.’ Useless bitch. She could have taken me down with one phone call, but she didn’t have the balls.”
I swallowed back a knot of anger. “But why kill Brian?” I demanded. “He never hurt anyone. You couldn’t figure out some other way to cover up Carol’s death?”
Rachel’s lip curled. “I wanted Harris to suffer. I knew that would kill him.” Then her expression shifted to a sad and haunted smile. “Besides, Brian wouldn’t have wanted to live anyway if he’d found out what they’d done.”
“You have a healthy dose of crazy going on in there, lady,” Ryan said.
The look she shot him was pure and glittering hate. “I’m not crazy. I did what I had to do. But …” She took a deep breath as if to steady herself. “But I didn’t realize how much better it was to be right there at the very instant the essence was released, especially when it was … violent. None of it escaped me. I could take nearly all of it. God almighty, but it felt so good.” Her eyes closed in remembered bliss. “I was so strong, felt so perfect. Then when Davis told me he was going to the police—”