In Death 25 - Creation in Death

okay.”
    “Go ahead,” Eve said to the MTs, “and tell the guy on the ’link where you’re taking her. He’ll want to be there.”
    “Nice job, Lieutenant,” Roarke murmured as they wheeled Ariel out.
    “Yeah. And you can always get another ’link. I have to go in, finish this up.”
    “We have to go in, finish this up,” Roarke corrected.
     
    S he was steadier when she got to Central, and forced down some of the Eatery’s fake eggs in the hopes of smoothing out her system. She forked them up in the war room, chasing them with all the water she could stand.
    She wanted a shower, she wanted a bed. But more than she wanted anything, she wanted a turn with Lowell in the box.
    She set the food aside, rose, and walked over to stare at all the names on the board. “For all of them,” she said quietly. “What we did, what we do now, it’s for all of them. That’s the point that has to be made. In the box, in the courts, in the media. It’s important.”
    “No one who worked in this room these last days will forget them,” Roarke told her.
    She nodded. “This is going to take some time. I know you’re not leaving until it’s done, so I won’t bother suggesting it. You can stand in Observation, or be more comfortable and watch from one of the monitors.”
    “I like Observation.”
    “Okay then. I’m going to have him brought up, so go pick your spot. I need to talk to Peabody.”
    She headed toward the bullpen. It was buzzing, and as she stepped inside, applause broke out. Eve held up a hand. “Save it,” she ordered. “It’s not done yet. Peabody.”
    Peabody shoved up from her desk, turned, and took a quick bow before going out after Eve. “We’re pumped.”
    “Yeah, I know. Peabody, I have to ask you for a solid.”
    “Sure.”
    “You earned a turn in Interview with this bastard, and you’re secondary on the investigation. It’s your right. I need to ask you to step aside for Feeney on this.”
    “Can I stand in Observation and give Lowell the finger?”
    “Absolutely. I owe you.”
    “No. Not on this one. Nobody owes anybody on this one.”
    “Okay. Bring him up for us, will you? Interview A.”
    “Oh, my sincere pleasure. Dallas? I’ve just gotta dance.” And she did so, a kind of tap/shuffle as she walked away.
    Eve went into her office, tagged Feeney. “Interview A, he’s coming up.”
    “Burn his ass.”
    “Then get yours down here and help me fry him, ace.”
    “Peabody—”
    “Is observing, like half the cops in this place. Come on, Feeney, this one’s ours. Let’s wrap it up.”
    “I’m on my way.”
     
    W hen it was time, she walked into Interview A with Feeney. Lowell sat quietly alone, an ordinary-looking man past middle age with a pleasant if somewhat quizzical smile on his face.
    “Lieutenant Dallas, this is very unexpected.”
    “Record on, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and Feeney, Captain Ryan, in interview with subject Lowell, Robert.” She fed in the case numbers—all of them, then read off the Revised Miranda. “Robert Lowell do you understand your rights and obligations in this matter?”
    “Of course. You were very clear.”
    “You understand you’re being charged with the abductions, assaults, forced imprisonments, and murders of six women, the abduction and forced imprisonment of Ariel Greenfeld, and will subsequently be questioned by Global authorities on the abductions, assaults, illegal captivity, and murders of others.”
    “Yes, I do.” He continued to smile genially, folded his plump hands. “Should we save time by my acknowledging all those charges. Confessing to them? Or would that be anticlimactic?”
    “You’re awful damn chipper,” Feeney commented, “for a man who’s going to spend the rest of his miserable, murdering life in a cement cage.”
    “Well, actually, I won’t be. I will be quietly ending my time within the next twenty-four hours as per my requested and granted self-termination contract. It will stand,” he said pleasantly, “as my doctors have certified my terminal condition and my application. My lawyers have assured me that the certification will override even criminal charges. Neither the State nor Global will supersede an individual’s right to die. And, of course, it saves considerable expense. So…” He lifted his shoulders.
    “You think you can get off, get out, by swallowing a few pills?” Feeney demanded.
    “Indeed I do. It’s not what I hoped for, believe me. I haven’t finished my work,