“Careful now.” Morris laid a hand on Eve’s shoulder. “We need to go carefully now. This is for my team and forensics.”
“Let me see your light.” Roarke took it from Eve, shone it in the gap. “Christ Jesus. He’s stacked them, like berths in a bloody train.”
“And when bricks were too much trouble or he just ran out of them, he switched to boards. Can you see how many?” Eve asked him.
“Five, I think. I can’t be sure.”
“Hold off now. It’s enough.” She took out her communicator. “Peabody, we’ve got bodies. Eight, maybe more. I need a recovery team, the sweepers. Morris is calling his people in.”
“Acknowledged. Jesus, Dallas, eight?”
“Maybe more. They’re found now. And Peabody, send down the priest.”
She clicked off, said nothing as Roarke picked up the bar and continued to carefully knock away loose bricks. Instead she reached in, laid a hand on the plastic covering the ruined shell of Vanessa Warwich.
You’re found now, she thought. You’re free now.
She stepped out of the room, just leaned against a wall as she struggled against waves of grief.
And the old woman stepped to her, spoke.
“You found our Beata.”
“I’d have found her my own way. I’d have stopped this my own way.”
“I think perhaps you would. But the child is so precious to me, how could I risk it? I was guided to you, or you to me, when I was between. Who can say?”
“I’d think you could at this point. Death ought to come with a few answers.”
Now Gizi smiled. “Perhaps it will. You didn’t kill him.”
“It’s not how I work.”
“I would have,” she said simply, “but your way will be enough. You are the warrior. I can leave the gift with you.”
“No. Seriously.”
“Then it goes with me. I had a good, long life, but he didn’t have the right to end it. You’ll see there is balance.”
“He’ll pay, for all of it.” She hesitated, then asked what she had asked Lopez, asked herself. “Is it enough?”
“This time. For others?” Gizi lifted her shoulders, let them fall. “Who can say?”
“This time then. I have to finish. I have to finish my way.”
“Yes. As do I. You’ve freed them. Now I’ll guide them to the other side where there will be light and peace. Until we’re called again. Pa chiv tuka, Eve Dallas.”
“Ni eve tuka.” Eve shook her head. “You’re welcome,” she corrected.
She saw the light again, not blinding now, but warm. She simply closed her eyes as the heat flowed through her, then out again. When she opened them, there was nothing but the dim corridor and the sound of approaching footsteps.
She pushed away from the wall, moved forward to direct cops and techs. To do her job. “They’re in there,” she said to Lopez. “Maybe you can do . . . what you do.”
“Yes. The girl, Beata, she’s waiting for you. She won’t leave until she speaks to you.”
“I’ll go up.”
“A very hard day,” he said. “And yet . . . ”