“No.”
“I wonder if they’ll find she drank blood as well. If so, you may be dealing with a killer who believes he’s a vampire, and who sought to turn her into one by taking her blood and sharing his own with her.”
“And if at first you don’t succeed?”
“Yes.” Mira’s eyes, a softer blue than her suit, met Eve’s. “He may very well try again. The rush, the power—particularly when coupled with sex and drugs—would be a strong pull. And she made it so easy for him, even profitable.”
“How could he resist?”
“And why should he?” Mira concurred. “He was able to enter her highly secured building undetected. More power, and again cementing the illusion of a supernatural being. She gave herself to him, through sex, through blood, through death. Held in thrall—whether by his will or chemicals—another element. He removed her blood from the scene. A souvenir perhaps, a trophy, or yet another element of his power. His need for blood, and his ability to take it. You believe she was drugged?”
“I haven’t had that confirmed, but yeah. Her closest pal states she’d been using, and heavily, the last week or so.”
“If he drank any of her blood, he’d have shared the drug.” Seeing Eve had already considered that, Mira nodded. “More power, or the illusion of it. From what you know, they’d only met a week or two earlier. It wasn’t eternal love, which is one way of romanticizing vampirism.”
“I don’t get that.” Interrupting, Eve gestured with her drink. “The romantic part.”
Mira’s lips curved. “Because you’re a pragmatic soul. But for some, for many, the idea of eternity, that seeking a mate throughout it, coupled with the living by night, the lack of human boundaries is extremely romantic.”
“Takes all kinds.”
“It does. However, the way he left the body wasn’t romantic, or even respectful. It was careless, cold. Whether or not he believes he could sire a vampire through her, she was no more than a vessel to him, a means to an end.
“He’ll be young,” Mira continued. “No more than forty. Most likely attractive in appearance and in good health. Who would want eternal life if they were homely and physically disadvantaged?”
“This vic wouldn’t have gone for anyone who wasn’t pretty anyway. Too vain. Her place was loaded with mirrors.”
“Hmm. I wonder how she resigned herself to the lore that she’d have no reflection as a vampire.”
“Could be she only bought what she wanted to buy.”
“Perhaps. He’ll be precise, erudite, clever. Sensual. He may be bisexual, or believe himself to be as in lore, vampires will bed and bite either sex. He will, at least for the moment, feel invulnerable. And that will make him very dangerous.”
Eve drank some of her soft drink, smiled. “Knowing I’m mortal makes me very dangerous.”
Four
Eve grabbed the tox report the second it came through. Then she stared at the results. She engaged her interoffice ’link, said only, “Peabody,” then went back to studying the lab’s findings.
“Yo,” Peabody said a moment later at Eve’s office doorway.
“Tox report. Take a look.” Eve passed her a printout while she continued to read her computer screen.
“Holy crap. It’s not what she took,” Peabody decided, “it’s more what didn’t she take.”
“Hallucinogens, date-rape drugs, sexual enhancers, paralytic, human blood, tranq, all mixed in wine. Hell of a cocktail.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this.” Peabody glanced over the printout. “You?”
“Not with so many variables and with this potency. It’s new to me, but let’s run it by Illegals and see if it’s new to them. According to the results, and the time line, she downed this herself, before she disengaged the alarm, or just after. Maybe she knew what was in it, maybe she didn’t. But she drank it down, on her own.”
“Hard to say, seeing she’s dead, but she pretty much wins the stupid prize.”
“All-time champ.” Eve paused as her machine signalled another incoming. “And we may have a runner-up. We’ve got DNA.” She scanned the data quickly. “Semen, saliva, and the blood she ingested. All the same donor.”
“Pretty damn careless of him,” Peabody commented.
“Yeah.” Eve frowned at the screen. “It is, isn’t it?”