In Death 02 - Glory in Death

where I want you. Comfy?"
    He looked a little green around the gills, but managed to sneer as he took a long scan of the interview room. "You guys could use a decorator. "
    "We're trying to work that into the budget." She settled back at the single table in the room. "Record," she requested. "June 1 -- Jeez, where did May go? -- Subject C. J. Morse, position Interview Room C, Interview conducted by Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, re Homicide, victim Louise Kirski. Time oh oh forty-five. Mr. Morse, you've been advised of your rights. Do you want your attorney present during this interview?"
    He reached for his glass of water and took a sip. "Am I being charged with anything?"
    "Not at this time."
    "Then get on with it."
    "Take me back, C. J. Tell me exactly what happened."
    "Fine." He drank again, as if his throat was parched. "I was coming into the station. I had the co-anchor on the midnight report."
    "What time did you arrive?"
    "About quarter after eleven. I went to the east side entrance, most of us use that end because it's more direct to the newsroom. It was raining, so I made a quick dash from the car. I saw something at the base of the steps. I couldn't tell what it was, at first."
    He stopped speaking, covered his face with his hands, and rubbed hard. "I couldn't tell," he continued, "until I was practically on top of her. I thought -- I don't know what I thought, really. Somebody took a hell of a spill."
    "You didn't recognize the victim?"
    "The -- the hood." he gestured vaguely, helplessly with his hands. "It was over her face. I reached down, and I started to move it away from her face." He gave one violent shudder. "Then I saw the blood -- her throat. The blood," he repeated, and covered his eyes.
    "Did you touch the body?"
    "No, I don't think -- no. She was just lying there, and her throat was wide open. Her eyes. No, I didn't touch her." He dropped his hand again, made what appeared to be a herculean effort for control. "I got sick. You probably don't understand that, Dallas. Some people have basic human reactions. All that blood, her eyes. God. I got sick, and I got scared and I ran inside. The guard on the desk. I told him."
    "You knew the victim?"
    "Sure, I knew her. Louise had edited a few pieces for me. Mostly she worked with Nadine, but she did some pieces for me and for some others. She was good, real good. Quick, a sharp eye. One of the best. Christ." He reached for the pitcher on the table. Water sloshed as he poured it. "There was no reason to kill her. No reason at all."
    "Was it her habit to go out that exit at that time?"
    "I don't know. I don't think -- she should have been in Editing," he said fiercely.
    "Were you close, personally?"
    His head came up, and his eyes narrowed. "You're trying to pin this on me, aren't you? You'd really like that."
    "Just answer the questions, C. J. Were you involved with her?"
    "She had a relationship, talked about some guy named Bongo. We worked together, Dallas. That's all."
    "You arrived at Channel 75 at eleven fifteen. Before that?"
    "Before that I was at home. When I have the midnight shift, I catch a couple hours' sleep. I didn't have a feature running, so I didn't have much prep. It was supposed to be just a read, a recap of the day. I had dinner with some friends about seven, headed home around eight, and took a nap."
    He propped his elbows on the table and lowered his head into his hands. "I had my wake-up at ten, then headed out just before eleven. Gave myself a little extra travel time because of the weather. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus."
    If Eve hadn't watched him report on camera minutes after his discovery of the body, she might have felt sorry for him. "Did you see anyone at or near the scene?"
    "Just Louise. There's not a lot of people going in and out that time of night. I didn't see anybody. Just Louise. Just Louise."
    "Okay, C. J., that's about it this time around."
    He set down the glass he'd guzzled from again. "I can go?"
    "Keep in mind you're a witness. If you're holding back, or if you remember anything not revealed in this interview, I'll charge you with withholding evidence and impeding an investigation." She smiled pleasantly. "Oh, and give me the names of your friends, C. J. I didn't think you had any."
    She let him go and brooded while she waited for Nadine to be brought in. The scenario was all too clear. And the guilt came with it. To keep both fresh, she flipped open the file and studied the hard copy photos of Louise Kirski's body. She