In Death 25 - Creation in Death

enough of this place?’ and she laughed. Just wanted to finish up some paperwork. We talked for a few minutes, just shop talk mostly. She said she’d see me Wednesday, and I said…I said, ‘Have a good day off.’ Then she went out of the office, and I sat down to do a quick check on the late reservations. As I assumed, she’d gone straight out. She never mentioned being with anyone.”
    “All right. I’d appreciate it if you could get me those discs, and that information on the man she’d been seeing.”
    “Yes.” Zela got to her feet. “Is there something I can do? I don’t know what I should do. Her sister? Should I contact her sister?”
    “We’ll be taking care of that.”
     
    W hen there was a knock on the door in the middle of the night, most people knew, in the gut, it wasn’t going to be good news.
    When Jaycee York opened her door, Eve could already see the dread. Even as she stared into Eve’s eyes, before a word was spoken, Eve saw grief rise up through that dread.
    “Sari. Oh, no. Oh, no.”
    “Ms. York, may we come in?”
    “You found her. But…”
    “We should go inside, Ms. York.” Peabody took Jaycee’s arm, eased her around. “We should go sit down.”
    “It’s going to be bad. It’s going to be very, very bad. Will you please say it quickly? Would you please tell me fast?”
    “Your sister’s dead, Ms. York.” With her hand still on Jaycee’s arm, Peabody felt the shudder. “We’re very sorry for your loss.”
    “I knew, I think. I knew as soon as they called from the club. I knew something awful had happened to her.”
    Peabody guided Jaycee to a chair in the living area. Lots of clutter, Eve noted, the kind that shouted a family lived there. There were photographs of young boys, of a laughing man, of the victim.
    There were several colorful throws, a lot of big floor pillows that looked as if they’d had a great deal of use.
    “Is your husband at home, Ms. York?” Eve asked. “Would you like us to get him for you?”
    “He’s not…Clint took the boys to Arizona. To…to Sedona. A week. It’s a school camp.” Jaycee looked around the room as if expecting to see them. “They went to camp, and I didn’t. I didn’t want to camp, and I had work. And wouldn’t it be nice, I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have a week at home by myself. I didn’t call them. I didn’t tell them because they’d worry. Why worry them when everything’s going to be fine? I kept telling myself everything was going to be fine.
    “But it’s not. It’s not.”
    She covered her face with her hands and began to weep.
    Eve put her at a decade older than her sister. Her hair was short and blond, her devastated eyes a summer blue.
    “I called the police.” She sobbed out the words. “When they said she hadn’t come into work, I called the police. I went to her apartment, but she wasn’t there, so I called. And they said to file a report. A missing person’s report.”
    She closed her eyes. “What happened to Sari? What happened to my sister?”
    There was an ottoman in front of the chair. Eve sat on it so they would be face-to-face. “I’m sorry. She was murdered.”
    The splotchy color weeping painted in her cheeks died away to shock-white. “They said—I heard—they said there was a woman found tonight, in East River Park. Identification withheld, they said, until notification of next of kin. I’m next of kin.”
    Jaycee pressed a hand to her lips. “I thought, ‘No, no, that’s not Sari. Sari doesn’t live on the East Side.’ But I kept waiting for someone to knock on the door. And you did.”
    “You were close, you and your sister.”
    “I…I can’t. I can’t.”
    “I’m going to get you some water, Ms. York.” Peabody touched a hand to Jaycee’s shoulder. “Is it all right if I go into the kitchen and get you some water?”
    Jaycee only nodded as she stared at Eve. “She was my babydoll. My mother died when I was little, and a few years later, my father remarried. They had Sari. Sarifina. She was so pretty, like a doll. I loved her.”
    “Would she have told you if anyone was bothering her? If she was disturbed or uneasy about anything?”
    “Yes. We talked all the time. She loved her job. She was so good at it, and it made her so happy. But it was a problem for Cal. The man she’d been seeing for the last few months. The fact that she worked at night and couldn’t spend that time with him. She was angry and hurt that he’d given her an