In Death 08 - Conspiracy in Death

like water." Mira worked quickly, gently, baring Eve's shoulder, her arm. "You can slide right into the water. A little pressure now," she murmured as she injected the first drug. "It's just a calmer."
    "I hate chemicals."
    "I know. Breathe normally. I'm going to hook up the scanners, the monitors. There won't be any discomfort."
    "I'm not worried about it. Do you have my ring?" Already her head felt light, her tongue thick. "Can I have my ring back?"
    "I have it. As soon as we're done here, I'll give it back to you." With the skill of long practice, Mira attached the scanners to Eve's temples, her wrists, her heart. "I have it safe. Relax, Eve. Let the blue surround you."
    She was already floating, one drifting part of her mind wondering why Mira had made such a big deal out of it. It was just a painless, foolish ride.
    With a cautious eye, Mira studied the monitors. Heart rate, blood pressure, brain waves, all physical stats normal. For now. She glanced down, seeing Eve's eyes were closed, her face relaxed, her body limp. She indulged herself, brushing a hand over Eve's cheek; then, after hooking restraints to her wrists and ankles, she picked up the second syringe.
    "Can you hear me. Eve?"
    "Mmm. Yeah. Feel fine."
    "Do you trust me?"
    "Yeah."
    "Then remember I'm here with you. Count back from one hundred for me. Slowly."
    "Hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven." As the second drug swam into her blood, her pulse jittered, her breathing hitched. "Ninety-six. God!" Her body arched, limbs jerking against the restraints as the shock rocked her system.
    "No, don't fight. Breathe. Listen to my voice. Breathe, Eve. Don't fight."
    There were thousands of hot, hungry bugs crawling over her skin, under it. Someone was choking her, and the hands were like jagged ice. Her heart fought to break out of her chest with vicious hammer blows. Terror, red and ripe, blinded her as her eyes sprang open and she realized she was restrained.
    "Don't tie me down. Jesus, don't."
    "I have to. You could hurt yourself. But I'm here. Feel my hand." She squeezed it over the tight ball of Eve's fist. "I'm right here. Slow, deep breaths, Eve. Listen to my voice. Slow, deep breaths. Lieutenant Dallas." She snapped it out when Eve continued to gasp and struggle. "I gave you an order. Cease struggling, breathe normally."
    Eve gulped in air, whooshed it out. Her arms shuddered but stopped straining.
    "Look at the light," Mira continued, adjusting the dosage, watching the monitors. "Listen to my voice. You don't need to hear anything but my voice. I'm right here. You know who I am?"
    "Mira. Dr. Mira. It hurts."
    "Only for a moment more. Your system needs to adjust. Take long, slow breaths. Watch the light. Long, slow breaths." She repeated the same directions, over and over in a quiet monotone until she saw the monitors level, watched Eve's face go lax again.
    "You're relaxed now, and all you hear is my voice. Do you still have pain?"
    "No, I don't feel anything."
    "Tell me your name."
    "Dallas, Lieutenant Eve."
    "Date of birth."
    "I don't know."
    "Place of birth."
    "I don't know."
    "City of residence?"
    "New York."
    "Marital status."
    "Married. Roarke."
    "Place of employment."
    "NYPSD. Cop Central. No..." The monitors began to blip, indicating agitation, confusion. "I was. I'm suspended. They took my badge. I'm cold now."
    "It'll pass." But Mira leaned back and ordered the temperature of the room to increase five degrees. For the next several minutes, Mira asked simple, inane questions to establish normal blood pressure, the pattern of brain waves, respiration, heart rate.
    "Was your suspension from duty warranted?"
    "It was procedure. While under investigation, I can't serve."
    "Was it warranted?"
    Eve's brow creased in confusion. "It was procedure," she repeated.
    "You're a cop down to your bones," Mira muttered.
    "Yes."
    The simple answer nearly made Mira smile. "You have used maximum force in the line of duty, answer yes or no."
    "Yes."
    Tricky ground now, Mira thought. She knew that once, a young, terrified girl had killed. "Have you ever, other than to protect yourself or another, taken a life?"
    The image flashed. The horrid room, the pools of blood, the knife gored to the hilt and dripping with red. Pain, so brutal the memory of it struck like lightning, made her whimper. "I had to. I had to."
    The voice was a child's and had Mira moving quickly. "Eve, stay here, and answer the question yes or no. Answer yes or no, Lieutenant, have