In Death 16 - Portrait in Death

pressed a button under it.
     
     
"Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, escorting Buckley, Wilson, next of kin. Request viewing for personal identification of Dilbert, Alicia. Remove privacy shield."
     
     
The black faded slowly to gray, then cleared. Beyond the glass she lay on a narrow table, covered to the chin with a white sheet.
     
     
"No." Crack lifted his fists to the glass, pounded once, twice. "No, no, no." Then he rounded on Eve, would have leaped on her if Roarke hadn't anticipated and muscled Crack back, slapped him against the glass.
     
     
"This isn't what Alicia would want." Roarke spoke quietly. "This won't help her."
     
     
"I'm sorry" was all Eve could say.
     
     
Though his face was murderous now, he made no move. "You let me in there. You let me in there with her right now, or I'll throw him through this glass and you after him. You know I can do it."
     
     
He could, and she could stun him. But the grief was already raging up to smother the fury on his face.
     
     
"I'll take you in," she said calmly. "I have to be with you, and the cameras have to stay on. That's procedure."
     
     
"Fuck you, and your procedure."
     
     
She signaled Roarke back, spoke into the speaker again. "I'm bringing in the next of kin. Please vacate the area. Come with me." She motioned with the hand low at her side for Roarke to stay where he was.
     
     
She moved through the doors, down a short corridor, and through another set.
     
     
There were other tables here, other victims waiting to be viewed. And more, she knew, in the refrigerated drawers lined in a steel wall along the back. She couldn't shield him from them, could only walk directly to Alicia, and rest her hand on the butt of her weapon in case he lost control.
     
     
But he stepped to the table, looked down at the pretty face with its sharp cheekbones. He stroked the glossy black hair gently, so gently.
     
     
"This is my baby. My baby girl. My heart and my soul." He leaned over, touched his lips to her forehead.
     
     
Then he simply slid down, nearly seven feet of solid mass, into a weeping puddle on the floor.
     
     
Eve knelt beside him, put her arms around him.
     
     
Through the glass, Roarke watched as the huge man curled into her like a baby wanting comfort. And she rocked him while he wept.
     
     
She pulled more strings and commandeered an office, got him water, and sat, holding his hand while he drank.
     
     
"I was twelve when Mama came up pregnant again. Some bastard made her all kinds of promises, and she believed them. He didn't stay around long after the baby came. Mama did domestic work, and whored some on the side. She put food on the table, a roof over our heads, didn't have time for much more. Alicia, she was the prettiest baby you'd ever seen in your life. Good as gold, too."
     
     
"And you took care of her," Eve prompted.
     
     
"Didn't mind it. Guess I wanted to. Alicia was about four when Mama died. Wasn't the whoring that did it. Some asshole she was cleaning for got hold of a bad batch of Zeus and chucked her out a ten-story window. I was working in clubs already, picking up change. Got some breaks, got some money. I took care of my baby. Just because I run clubs and crack heads doesn't mean I didn't take care of my girl."
     
     
"I know that. I know you took good care of her. You saw she got into college. She was going to be a doctor."
     
     
"Smart as a whip, my girl. Always wanted to be a doctor. Wanted to help people. Why would anybody hurt that sweet girl?"
     
     
"I'm going to find out. I'm promising you. I'm giving you my word that I'm going to take care of her now. You have to trust me to do that."
     
     
"If I find him before you-"
     
     
"Don't." To cut off the words, she tightened her grip on his hand. "If you think I don't know how you feel, you're wrong. But it won't help Alicia. She loved you as much as you loved her, didn't she?"
     
     
"Called me her big, bad brother." Another tear slid down his cheek. "She was the best thing in my life."
     
     
"Then you help me help her. I want names of people she knew. People she worked with, played with. Did she have a boyfriend, anyone special?"
     
     
"No. She'd've told me. She liked boys all right, wasn't any prissy thing, but she studied hard, worked all she could at the health center. She'd go out with friends, let off steam. Not in my place," he said with what passed for a smile. "Didn't want her in my place."
     
     
"Other clubs, though. Did she mention