“Better, I think. It’s Daphne. You can call me Daphne. I haven’t remembered anything more. I’m sorry.”
“No rush on it. Just wanted to check a couple of things, if you’re up to it.”
“I … Yes, all right?” Ending on a question, she looked at Del for confirmation.
“Anything you remember helps,” he told her. “Even little things, things that don’t seem to matter.”
“That’s right,” Eve said. “You and your husband went into the bedroom together, is that accurate?”
“Yes, we went upstairs together. We were going straight to bed. He had rounds in the morning, and the party went a little longer than he thought it should—would. Thought it would.”
“And you were attacked. At the same time?”
“I…” Her eyes went blank for a moment. “I think—it was so fast, so shocking.”
“Take your time,” Eve said as Daphne gripped Del’s hand. “You went upstairs, into the bedroom.”
“Yes, upstairs. I think I was, maybe, just a step behind my husband. He had my arm. I think. I think my husband had my arm, and was just a step ahead. And suddenly he fell forward. I think. I think he did, but something—someone hit me. In the face. Everything went gray. I just laid on the floor. And hit me in the stomach. Kicked me?”
Instinctively, Daphne wrapped an arm around her waist.
“‘Stay down’—I think he said that. ‘Stay where I put you, bitch.’ I think. And I did. I didn’t move. I closed my eyes.”
She did so now, and tears stood on her lashes.
“I heard grunting, and everything hurt, so I laid on the floor with my eyes closed.”
“And when you opened them?”
“It was the devil.” She pushed up, eyes going wild. “The devil. I swear it. I swear.”
“Easy now.” Del took her shoulders, gently. “Breathe. Look at me, Daphne, and breathe. Nobody’s doubting what you saw.”
“That’s right.” Eve stepped closer. “It was makeup, it was a kind of mask. It was a man, Daphne, but he looked like a devil. He made himself look that way to scare you, and to keep you from being able to describe him.”
“Makeup?”
“Theatrical makeup.”
“But … He had horns, little horns, and the light was red and yellow, and I smelled sulfur.”
“Sulfur?”
“I think … ‘This is hell. I’m taking you with me to hell.’ I think he said. I’m not sure. And his … penis. It was red. It glowed like fire. And it burned inside me. God, it burned inside me.”
“He wore a condom, and makeup,” Eve said, keeping her tone even. “He used a novelty light that flashed the colors. All of it to confuse you, frighten you, and to set a kind of stage for himself.”
Doubt, fear, hope, all ran across Daphne’s face. “You’re sure? You’re positive.”
“I am.”
“You caught him?”
“Not yet, but I have some lines, some leads, and finding him is my focus. It’s my top priority.”
“Dr. Nobel says you’re the best. That they wrote a book about you, made a vid.”
Eve sent Del a sidelong look, got an easy shrug. “I wanted Daphne to know there’s no way this bastard’s getting through you, and me, the cop on the door, the kick-ass nurses on the floor. No way he can get to her.”
“You got that right.”
“He pretended to be the devil,” Daphne said, as if to herself. “But he … Do I have to go back to the house? When I have to leave here, do I have to go back there?”
“No,” Del began, but Eve touched a hand to his shoulder as she kept her eyes on Daphne’s.
“Actually, it would help if, when you’re released, you would go through the house with me. It would help if I knew what he took with him.”
“Do I have to stay there? I don’t want to stay there.”
“You don’t have to stay there. Just a walk-through, with me, with cops right there with you.”
“But not today.”
“Not today. I’m supposed to tell you Jacko and Gula are thinking about you. He wants to send you soup.”
“He’s so nice. You had to tell him what happened.”
“I did. And Carmine Rizzo, he and his crew asked how you were doing. You have people who care. If you want visitors—”
“No. Not yet,” Daphne interrupted, pulling at the sheets. “Not like this. Please, not yet.”
“Okay. Whenever you want, I can clear it.”
Daphne’s hands relaxed again. “Lucy and John came. They’re doctors.”
“I know.”
“They were at the party. You had to tell them, too, and they came. They brought those flowers. They’re so cheerful and bright. But they didn’t stay long because I … I just can’t.”
“They seemed like pretty good doctors to me,” Eve commented. “They understand you’re not up for long visits yet. Have you seen Dr. Mira?”
“She was very kind. I was nervous because … But Dr. Nobel said she was kind and a good person for me to talk to.”
“She’s the best. She’s in the book and vid, too.”
Daphne smiled a little. “It’s hard to talk to so many people, but she was easier. And you and Dr. Nobel, it’s not as hard to talk to you.”