Part 13 (2/2)
”No more talk of demons and spells. That's a load of c.r.a.p. You've distracted me enough from this investigation. I have a missing cop, a friend. I have evidence that points to the priests being poisoned to the point that they committed murder and suicide. When I get those responsible into interrogation I will d.a.m.n sure find out why. I want whoever drugged those men to go to prison for a long, long time. That's my job. Those are the facts.”
She rubbed her eyes and sighed. Anthony's heart fell. He knew what she was going to say before she opened her mouth.
”I wasn't myself this morning.” Skye averted her eyes. ”You saved my life and I jumped you. It didn't mean anything, but I've felt guilty enough about it that I let you come with me to the morgue, to come here. That was not only wrong, it's against protocol. I'm going to take you to your car. You're not a suspect, and you can pick up your pa.s.sport at the station.”
”Your life is in danger!” Why couldn't she see what he so clearly saw?
”I can take care of myself, Mr. Zaccardi. I've been doing it for a long, long time.”
He touched her cheek softly. As if his touch could convince her that he was right, could show her that he spoke the truth. That there were things in this world that people didn't understand, but it was his job to convince them. To convince Skye.
”I'm not going anywhere.”
”You are a civilian and you will not be part of this investigation.”
She said the words, and her body language told him she was serious, but her eyes-they were confused.
”You don't mean that, Skye.”
She straightened. ”Yes I do. Juan is missing. I have twelve victims. How do I know that Rafe Cooper wasn't involved? Because you've told me he's this n.o.ble guy? I need to ask the hard questions, and every time I do you throw out c.r.a.p about demons!” She gestured toward the house. ”Like a house can be evil? That some sort of spell is protecting it, against what? Burglars? You?
”I have a serious crime on my hands, and you're steering me in the wrong direction. I'm neglecting logic and reason for supernatural excuses. No more.”
Anthony's anger built. He tried to tamp it down, but it came out in a rush.
”What about the fire last night?” he demanded. ”The flames that almost killed both of us?”
”The arson investigator will have a scientific explanation for it,” she said matter-of-factly.
”Can't you look beyond what your eyes tell you? Into what your heart sees?”
”I'm a cop, Anthony! What am I supposed to tell the jury? A demon made him do it? Give him five-to-ten, call an exorcist, and with some counseling he'll be okay? I deal with human beings, who are just as bad and rotten as the demons in your imagination.”
That stung. This woman hadn't seen what he'd seen. She hadn't watched friends die horribly in the grips of Satan's fire, or watched an entire evil building disappear into the ground with people trapped inside. She couldn't see what was right in front of her-the fire, the visions of her father on the cliff, the evil emanating from the house in front of them.
”You would deny what you feel?” Anthony said. ”What you know to be true?”
”Feelings aren't fact.” Skye held fast to that truth.
Arguing with Anthony was delaying her. Just being around him was clouding her judgment. How could she find Juan, investigate these murders, when she was being diverted by a dark fairy tale of good versus evil?
Anthony grabbed her, pulled her close, his face tight with anger. ”Would you deny what happened between us?”
She shook her head. ”That was a mistake. The drugs-”
”It was not a mistake! I will not deny how I feel.”
Anthony's mouth claimed hers, hard and pa.s.sionate. Skye would have collapsed had he not been holding her up. He poured his anger, his frustration, his emotions into her, making her tremble.
She pushed him away, stumbled backward, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ”Stop.”
”You cannot deny us. The power between us.”
She steeled herself against Anthony's growing intensity. ”I'll take you to your car-”
His entire body seemed on the verge of exploding, then he tightened his jaw and stated, ”I'll walk.”
She watched him leave, afraid to let him go-but knowing if she was going to get to the bottom of these murders, she needed logic and reason over supernatural delusions.
Why did she suddenly feel so cold?
CHAPTER TWELVE.
ANTHONY BOWED OUT OF RESPECT when he was escorted into Bishop Carlin's office and kissed his hand. ”Thank you for seeing me, Bishop.”
”Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Zaccardi.” The bishop's tone was neither awestruck nor cynical.
”Rafe Cooper is a friend of mine.”
”And you came out here when you heard about the murders. Tragic.” He crossed himself.
”I found the bodies, sir.”
Surprise crossed the bishop's face, in addition to concern. ”The police didn't tell me that.”
”They didn't like what I had to say.”
”Which was?”
”A demon is at work here.”
The bishop didn't say anything for a long time. ”Demons cannot kill unless they possess someone. You know that.”
”I do.”
”So what is your theory?”
”First, did Rafe come to you recently about the missing tabernacle?”
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