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.“I don’t want any of this to happen.It’s my job to prevent it from happening, and I’m good at my job, Ms.Cabarrus.”Her dark eyes flashed.“I have no doubt.But in this case the killer is playing to your weakness, because you’re going to ignore evidence that you don’t want to believe.” Her words struck Garrett with a cold shock of truth.“You’re right, I don’t believe in demons,” he answered her.“I think that’s a bullshit way of excusing the evil that people do all on their own, all the time.We have free will.We always have the choice.”“I agree,” she said instantly, surprising him.“Demons may well be no more than concentrated and projected human desires.”He looked across at her, trying to understand.“So you don’t think they’re real?”“Real isn’t the question.Demons are, Detective Garrett.”Her eyes went to the tabletop, to the page with the three triangles, and she began to pace the room.The candlelight gleamed off her silver and crystal jewelry.“If the killer carved that sigil into Erin Carmody’s body, he is using human sacrifice to summon the demon.For your purposes, it doesn’t matter if the demon comes or not.What you need to know is that the killer believes it, and he won’t stop killing until he gets what he wants.”“We have a suspect in custody—”She whirled on him, her eyes blazing.“You know a boy didn’t kill those three people—”“I don’t know there are three, either,” he lashed back.But even as he said it, he was remembering his initial certainty that Erin’s murder could not be a first killing.“Because you haven’t looked.”“Are you sure you’re not covering for Jason Moncrief?” Garrett demanded.She made a scornful noise in her throat.“Why would I do that?”“You haven’t been straight with me, Ms.Cabarrus.Moncrief had numerous books by Crowley on his shelf.He got those books from your shop.”She stared at him in what looked like genuine bewilderment.“That’s not true.”“The stickers are on the back,” Garrett said.“Then he shoplifted them.Crowley’s books are expensive, and they tend to walk away on their own.A certain kind of teenage boy.” She trailed off, staring at him.“Do you think I’m involved in this, somehow?” Her face was so incredulous he faltered.“I think you’re a pretty staunch defender of someone you don’t even know,” he said flatly, and stood his ground.“I don’t know him.I know what happened,” she flung back at him.“I understand what happened,” she amended, and there was a tremor in her voice.“What happened?” Garrett demanded.“He opened a door,” Tanith said.Her eyes were bleak.“And something reached through.”Garrett stared at her.She must have realized she’d lost him, because her next words were deliberate and rational.“He’s a teenager who dabbled in something he doesn’t understand.But he didn’t kill her—”“What are you saying, then, a demon did?” Garrett scoffed.“Maybe,” she said seriously.“Or someone under its power.”Garrett had an unwelcome flash of Jason’s coal-black eyes, that stretched-taut face.“Everything you’re saying about this ‘demon’ still points to Jason Moncrief.He had the books, he wrote songs about it, he had all the ritual items in his room—”“Items any magician might have—”Garrett’s eyes fell again on the book open on the table between them, the reptilian forms, and suddenly understood what he’d been trying not to think about.“I saw it,” he said violently.She stopped, stared at him, into him.His heart was pounding as if he had run a mile.“What did you see?” she asked softly.He struggled with himself.“Something,” he said, with effort.“I saw.something.” In the mirror in Jason’s room.“I heard something.”She moved a step closer, searching his face.“Tell me.”“Voices.Layered on top of each other.On our interview tape [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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