Carnal Sin (6 page)

"Where's the girl now?" Rico asked, changing the subject.

"The girl?" Rafe asked.

"The
arca."

"Her name is Lily," Rafe said.

Anthony shot him a glance. Rafe wasn't about to back down. Rico could damn well think of Lily as a person. When she was thought of as anything less, she'd become expendable, a martyr to the cause. Rafe wasn't going to let that happen to the teenager that Father Philip died to save.

"She's with Deputy Hank Santos," Anthony said. "He has assisted us."

"I read your report," Rico said impatiently. "Santos was affected by one of the demons; he may be susceptible again."

"Jared is keeping an eye on the situation," Moira said.

"The girl's--" Rico hesitated, then said,
"Lily's
boyfriend? So we have hormones involved? Can we trust his judgment, considering he was willing to participate in an occult ritual ostensibly to save his girlfriend?"

"He understands the situation now," Moira said. "He's not going to make the same mistake."

"All it takes is one mistake. He either exercised poor judgment or he was under the influence of a spell. Either way, he's weak."

"He's not weak," Moira defended Jared. "Young, but not weak. I'll work with him."

"Then he's your responsibility," Rico said, showing his irritation and his true colors. Rico did not like mistakes, not even one. "You'd better keep him in line."

"One mistake is all it takes to die," Rico had told Rafe during his training at Olivet. "One mistake and people you care about die. One mistake and you lose your soul."

Skye stepped back into the room and cleared her throat. "If you're done bickering, I have some news. Rod--Dr. Rod Fielding, the coroner," she added for Rico's benefit, "got a call from the Los Angeles morgue. Three confirmed demon's marks in L.A." She held out her BlackBerry to show Rico.

He glanced at the digital photograph and asked, "What do you think?"

Anthony held out his hand, but Rico handed the phone to Moira. A wash of unease ran down Rafe's neck from the anger coming off Anthony. No one else seemed to notice.

"Fuck," Moira said and handed Anthony the phone. "Not identical to the others, but close."

Skye said, "The L.A. coroner will allow me to view the bodies, but they won't send them up here."

"I'll go with you," Anthony said.

"You're going to St. Michael's," Rico reminded him. "Your flight leaves today."

"Skye can't go to L.A. alone," Anthony said. "She doesn't know what she'll face, she doesn't have the training--"

Skye said, "Rod Fielding and I are going to view the bodies, talk to the coroner and the investigating officers, find out about the victims. Rod wants to show the L.A. coroner the brains of two of our victims. Apparently, one of the L.A. vics has a similar anomaly. I'll be back tonight--it's only a three-hour drive."

"What if you locate Fiona's coven? It's too great a risk, and if the marks prove to be true demon's marks, we'll know that one of the Seven is in L.A. It's too dangerous to go there alone--for any of us."

Rico said, "Moira will go with her."

"I'll go as well," Rafe added.

"No." Rico didn't even look at Rafe when he spoke. "There's no need for you to go. Moira is a trained hunter."

Rafe bit back his displeasure, wanted to argue, but Moira was looking at him, silently asking him why he was being so hostile. Rafe didn't like seeing Moira worried about him, but her eyes betrayed her concern. She'd been apprehensive about him and the memories he had--memories that weren't his. They didn't speak of it often, and Anthony had dismissed Rafe's recollections as remnants of his magic-induced coma. At least Anthony pretended he wasn't concerned. But Rafe didn't like being the brunt of scrutiny, and he didn't want Moira or anyone looking at him as though he were crazy. Or worse, that he was somehow being used by the coven.

Then she said, "Rafe should come with us to L.A. We can cover more ground with the three of us there, and leave Dr. Fielding to talk shop with the coroner."

Rico didn't look happy that she'd contradicted him, and Rafe held back a grin.

"That's fine with me," Skye said. "But we should get going. It's a long drive."

Moira walked around the table. "Is this what it's going to be like?" Everyone turned to look at her, unsure of what exactly she was driving at. Her eyes settled on Rafe's. "We won't know where the damn demons are until people start dying?"

Skye said, "My thoughts exactly." She glanced at her watch. "I need to swing by the station and let them know I'll be out all day, clear up a few things."

"I'll get my stuff together," Moira said and left the room.

Skye asked, "How do we know which demon is at work and where it is?"

"That's easy," Rafe said. "Look at the deaths and find out what the victims were doing when they died. That will lead us to the demon."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "When we trapped Envy, it was because we figured out the common denominator of the four people who died. Once we know what connects the victims in L.A., we can devise a plan on how to trap it."

"With another tabernacle?" Skye asked.

"That," Anthony said, "is one thing I'm uncertain about. I hope Dr. Lieber has the answers. At this point, I'd be happy with a theory."

Moira returned wearing her custom leather jacket, her satchel with the tools of her trade draped over her shoulder.

"I'm ready when you are, Sheriff. And Rico?" She paused until Rico looked at her. "If you learn anything from my blood, let me know."

After she walked out, Rafe glared at Rico. What was he planning for Moira?

FOUR

Grant Nelson had been staring at the dead young woman for several minutes when Johnston said, "Nelson? You okay?"

Grant turned his back on Stephanie Frazier's frozen remains, her body folded improbably into Kent Galion's freezer. He didn't work Missing Persons, but he'd heard from Julie at Velocity that Stephanie had been missing since she'd complained about Galion hitting on her Wednesday night.

Missing Persons hadn't taken Stephanie's disappearance seriously until her roommate, a flight attendant, came home a week after Julie had last spoken to Stephanie and said her car was in the garage, she hadn't fed her cat for days, and none of her clothing was missing. While Missing Persons was retracing her last steps, two neighbors came forward and stated that Stephanie was last seen in the passenger seat of a black Mercedes.

Galion drove a 2009 Mercedes coupe.

Because of Grant's involvement with Galion's case, Missing Persons contacted him after the body was found in Galion's Glendale home.

"It makes no sense," Grant said as much to himself as to Johnston. "Why did Galion do this?"

Johnston wasn't so sure. "We don't know he--"

"Like hell we don't! He attacked a waitress at Velocity last Friday. I wouldn't have believed it except I saw it. So did Julie and the bouncer. Galion broke the girl's arm."

After what Grant had witnessed, it wasn't difficult to believe that Galion had killed Stephanie Frazier and stuffed her in his extra freezer.

"Galion has a brother; maybe--"

Grant knew where Johnston was going with the questions, but that didn't mean he was right. Grant trusted his gut, and his gut told him all the evidence would point to Galion--
Kent
Galion, not Marcus--as being the killer. But he also knew they had to cover all the bases. "Work with Glendale PD on the case, check into the brother, anyone else who had access to the house. It's not our case, but I want to know what they find."

"Roger that," Johnston said. "And for what it's worth? I think your instincts are right on the money. But it doesn't hurt to rule out the brother."

Grant strode over to the head of the CSU. "How do you handle a frozen body?"

Isabelle Juarez looked at him over the top of her reading glasses. "Since we can assume foul play--most people don't accidentally die naked in a freezer," she added sarcastically, "we'll transport the freezer with the body intact to the coroner's office and thaw her out there in a controlled environment in order to preserve potential evidence."

"How long does that take?"

"We don't want to warm her up too quickly because that'll mess with time of death and bacterial evidence, so probably twenty-four hours. I'll let you know."

"Any sign of assault?"

"We haven't processed the entire house," she replied. "It's been cleaned recently. But we'll go over the house with a fine-toothed comb. I know you'll need everything for a case like this."

"Our chief suspect's dead. This is Kent Galion's house. The victim's been missing since Wednesday night, and I have witnesses who place her in the same make and model car as Galion's."

Juarez nodded as she put the information together. "Right, I heard about that. Galion died in the alley behind Velocity. Attacked a waitress and was killed by a cop."

Grant bristled--he hadn't killed Galion, he'd used proper force for the circumstances--but he felt no need to explain any of it to the CSU.

"That makes this very interesting," she continued, sticking her glasses in her pocket and pointing to one of her team to finish photographing the freezer.

Interesting
.

Grant wouldn't have used that word.

Rafe wanted to talk with Moira, but he didn't know where she'd gone. He took a few minutes to pack for their trip, and when he returned to the kitchen Rico was there alone. Rafe glanced out the back window and saw Anthony and Skye standing close together on the cliffs, far beyond the deck.

He didn't mince words. "What did Moira mean about her blood?"

"She shouldn't have said anything," Rico said.

Rafe glanced at Rico as he leaned against the kitchen counter. The man was the best damn trainer on the planet. He was also arrogant, cunning, and rigid. There were no gray areas with Rico, no weakness, no slacking. If you didn't perform 100 percent every minute of every day, his criticism was wicked.

"Spit it out, Rico. I know what you're thinking."

Rico didn't show agitation or surprise. "I doubt that."

"You don't trust me. You still think I was somehow party to the priests' murders at the mission."

Just saying it out loud caused the acid in Rafe's stomach to bubble and burn. Guilt warred with the injustice of Rico's silent accusations.

"I know you would have given your life to save any one of those men." Rico's words stunned Rafe into silence. "However, you're correct that I don't trust you."

"What's going on?" Rafe asked, though he wasn't quite sure what he was asking. The pressure of the last two weeks--awakening from his drug-induced coma, saving the young Lily Ellis, stopping the coven, losing Father Philip, and then the rigorous physical therapy to regain his strength--weighed on him. Not to mention that while everyone else had had months to mourn the deaths of the twelve priests last November, in Rafe's mind only two weeks had passed.

"You could have been a brilliant theologian or demonologist, but you left St. Michael's for St. John's. You could have been a great priest, but you left St. John's for Olivet. You could have been a top warrior, but you left Olivet to return to the seminary. Yet you never took your vows, leaving St. John's for Santa Louisa de los Padres." Rico assessed him. "How can I trust you? You have no direction, no true allegiance. It's as if you're waiting for something, unable to commit. At your age, that's unacceptable."

Rafe's blood boiled. "I am loyal to St. Michael's." Rico didn't respond. "Dammit, Rico, how dare you doubt my devotion!"

"Moira has never lied to me until today. She's protecting you."

"Don't be an idiot. Moira isn't protecting me from
you."

Moira lied to Rico? What had she said? Rafe had never asked her to keep any secrets, though they had skirted around some of their concerns about what happened to him in the hospital while he was in the coma. Was that what she didn't want to tell Rico?

"Then explain to me how you learned to stop the
Conoscenza
ritual. How you knew the language."

"I don't know. The words just came to me." Rico's disapproval and doubt mirrored Rafe's own heart, but he pushed it aside. He wished he knew how he'd been able to save Lily Ellis, the
arca
, the teenager who would have been sacrificed to house the Seven Deadly Sins in her body for Fiona and her coven to use at will. He'd just ... known. And he hadn't stopped the ritual; he'd only saved Lily and prevented the coven from trapping the demons. They'd been released into the world, and people were still probably dying because of it.

He had some ideas about his knowledge, but those ideas terrified him. From his dreams--his nightmares--Rafe knew things he should not know. And sometimes he had the sense that he wasn't quite himself anymore. But he couldn't tell Rico any of this. Because deep down, while he never doubted Rico's loyalty to the demon hunters he trained, he also knew that Rico was ruthless. Any members of the Order who showed signs of mental instability were sent back to Italy for "observation," but they were really in a glorified prison. Even with all the screening and protection and training, some members snapped.

"Anthony is protecting you, I understand," Rico said. "You and Anthony have always been close, and I appreciate the support you've given each other over the years. So if Anthony is somewhat
blind
to what's been going on, I can take his comments and report with a grain of salt. But Moira?" Rico slammed his palm on the counter, a rare physical burst of anger. "She's
never
lied to me. But she did it fully knowing what she was doing. I know her better than she knows herself, and I will not tolerate her hedging."

"What are you going to do? Toss her in a dungeon?"

Rafe was being flip, but Rico's sharp reaction surprised him. "Don't you dare suggest that I'm anything like her evil mother."

What did that mean? What had Fiona done to Moira--and what did Rico know about it? Rico's comment reminded Rafe that he didn't know Moira as well as Rico did.

"You've distracted Moira long enough," Rico continued. "Stay away from her. She has a vital job to do and she can't do it if her loyalties are torn."

"Is that the real reason you don't want me going to Los Angeles?"

"I can see right in front of me what's going on," Rico said. "Moira is preoccupied with your problems, your coma, your dreams. She's worried and not fully focused on finding Fiona and Matthew Walker. She's not focused on destroying the
Conoscenza."

Rafe defended her. "She is consumed by her search for her mother!"

Rico shook his head. "If she wavers, even a fraction, she'll die before she gets a chance to complete her mission. And if that happens? There's no one else. No one that we know of who can destroy the book."

"That's all she is to you? A tool?"

"Isn't that all any of us are? That's why you've been wandering, Raphael. You refuse to accept that you have a calling more important than yourself. Moira is not you. She's accepted her charge, and she's willing to do what it takes to stop evil on Earth."

"Even if she has to die." Rafe realized why Moira would not acknowledge their intense, growing feelings for each other. She believed she would die. She was trying to protect herself, and him as well. But he didn't want that kind of protection. "You weren't there during the last battle. You have no idea how bravely Moira performed. Nothing can distract her from her goal; you trained her well." Rafe sounded as bitter as he felt. But he would not let Moira die.

"Yes I did," Rico said with complete confidence. "But make no mistake, Raphael--her situation is extremely dangerous and any distractions will prove fatal. I don't know what you did to ingratiate yourself with Moira, to get her to
lie
for you. I don't want you going to Los Angeles. Stay away from her."

"Like hell I will. Moira and I are a good team. We worked together trapping Envy. You can even ask Anthony."

"Moira doesn't need a partner."

"Doesn't that go against everything you taught us at Olivet?"

"I am Moira's partner."

"You?" Rafe laughed. "From way up in Montana? I can see how well you protected her two weeks ago when Matthew Walker nearly killed her. Or from the Cerberus who attacked her. Or from the demon--"

Rico pushed off from the counter and was only a foot away from Rafe, his jaw tight and his dark eyes narrow. "I will be there when it counts."

Rafe didn't back down. "It counted
then."

"Stay away from her."

"No." Why was Rico so fixated on Rafe partnering with Moira? They had the same goal: stopping the Seven Deadly Sins. And no one else cared about Moira the way Rafe did. He didn't want her to die. He wondered if Rico or Anthony felt the same.

"I'll have you recalled," Rico threatened.

"I dare you."

"The cardinal won't protect you if he thinks you're stopping Moira in any way from completing her mission."

Suddenly, everything came clear. Rico's attitude, his efforts to keep Rafe from partnering with Moira. His harder-than-usual animosity. Before he could stop the words from spilling out, Rafe said, "You're in love with her."

Rico's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't realized it, but Rafe saw it as clear as day. Rico was playing the dominant male, trying to chase Rafe away from Moira because he considered her his territory.

Rafe wasn't about to be chased away from anyone he cared about,
especially
Moira.

Rico said in a low voice, "You've been lying to everyone, Raphael, and maybe you're even lying to yourself. Anthony told me how you cut open Moira's hand during the battle with Envy. You claimed it was because the demon at the witch's house died after biting her, and you were taking a leap of faith. Good excuse, which Anthony bought hook, line, and sinker. But we both know there's more to it than that."

Rico thought Rafe cut Moira as some sort of excuse? A cover for nefarious activity?

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Rico. What I told Anthony was the truth."

"The truth?" Rico said. "I don't think you know the truth."

Rico was baiting him and Rafe tried not to jump.

"You took Moira's blood because you think it's a weapon."

"Isn't that what you used it for? None of us even suspected her blood might hold the answers."

"It was just a theory, I didn't know it would work. We were all going to die. I had to do something."

"But you knew exactly what to do."

"That's why you want her blood. You're going to test my theory, try to hurt a demon with it."

"It's not a theory if you're using magic."

"I'm not going to tell you again that I'm not."

"I don't believe you."

"Go to Hell."

"You're playing a dangerous game, Raphael."

"I'm not playing. I've never been more serious in my life."

"If anything happens to Moira under your watch, I will kill you," Rico said. He strode toward the sliding glass door, but Rafe wasn't letting him have the last word.

"The same goes for you, Rico. And I'm betting that your plans for Moira have more to do with her
dying
than mine."

Rico hesitated a moment, then continued out the door without looking back.

Rafe stared after him.
You're on notice, buddy
.