In Death 05 - Ceremony in Death

shrill. "I don't know anything about anything. I mistook the address. I have an appointment. You can't hold me."
    No, she couldn't, but she could scare the hell out of him. "I could take you down to Central, play with you awhile before your representative managed to get there. Wouldn't that be fun?"
    "I haven't done anything." To Eve's surprise and mild disgust, he began to sob like a baby. "You have to let me go. I'm not part of this."
    "Part of what?"
    "It was just for sex. That's all. Just for sex. I didn't know anybody would die. Blood everywhere. Everywhere. Dear God. I didn't know."
    "Where? What have you seen?"
    He continued to sob, and when she started to shift her grip, he rammed his bony elbow hard into her gut, sending her flying violently back into Roarke so that they both hit the pavement.
    Later, she could curse herself for letting him catch her off guard with his sniveling. But for now, she scrambled up, struggling to suck in air and gave chase.
    Son of a bitch. She could only think it. He'd knocked the wind out of her and prevented her from swearing aloud or shouting out an order for him to freeze.
    She reached for her weapon just as he dove into an underground garage and darted into the forest of vehicles.
    "Shit." She had enough air for that, then snarled at Roarke as he rushed in behind her. "Get out. Damn it, he's probably not armed, but you're sure as hell not. Call it in if you want to do something."
    "The day I let a pissant banker knock me on my ass and walk away has not come." He veered off to circle around and left her scowling at him.
    The security lights were blinding, but the opportunity for cover was endless. Echoes of running footsteps bounced off the floor and walls and ceiling. Trusting instinct, she moved left.
    "Wineburg, you aren't helping yourself. You've got assaulting an officer on you now. You come out without making me dig you out, I might cut you a break."
    Crouched, she swung toward the narrow opening between cars, scanned under, behind, moved on.
    "Roarke, hold still a minute, goddamn it, so I can tag location." The echoes softened a bit, allowing her to strain her ears and venture farther to the left at running speed. He was heading up, she decided, hoping to lose himself on the next level.
    She darted up the first ramp, then whirled and braced, weapon aimed, when footsteps pounded behind her. "I should have known," was all she said as Roarke passed her. She dug in and continued pursuit. "He's heading up," she snapped out. "He keeps going, he'll corner himself. All the idiot has to do is stop, lay low. It would take a fucking platoon to find him in here."
    "He's scared. When you're scared, you run away." He glanced at Eve, and felt ridiculously exhilarated as they hit the next ramp. "Or some do."
    Then the footsteps silenced. Eve threw out an arm to hold Roarke in place, held her breath as she strained to hear. "What is that?" she whispered. "What the hell is that sound?''
    "Chanting."
    Her heart jumped. "Jesus Christ." She broke into a fresh run just as one long, terrified scream ripped the air. It seemed to go on, endlessly, high and inhuman and horrible. Then it snapped off into silence. She dragged out her communicator without breaking stride. "Officer needs assistance. Officer needs assistance, parking garage, Forty-ninth and Second. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve in pursuit of... Goddamn it."
    "Dispatch, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, please say again."
    She didn't bother to stare at the body spread in a growing pool of blood on the concrete floor. One glance at the terrified, wide eyes and the carved hilt of a knife plunged into the heart had been enough to determine death.
    Wineburg had run the wrong way.
    "I need backup, immediately. I've got a homicide. Perpetrator or perpetrators possibly still on premises. Dispatch all available units to this address for blockade and search. I need a field kit and my aide."
    "Received. Units en route. Dispatch out."
    "I've got to look," she said to Roarke.
    "Understood."
    "I don't have my clutch piece or I'd give it to you. I need you to stay here, with the body."
    Roarke looked down at Wineburg and felt a stir of pity. "He's not going anywhere."
    "I need you to stay here," she repeated. "In case they come back this way. Don't be a hero."
    He nodded. "You, either."
    She took one last glance at the body. "Fuck," she said wearily. "I should have had a better grip on him."
    She moved off slowly, scanning cars and corners, but without much