Salvation In Death Part 9

"We'd head east to First, then go north to East 122nd. Turn back west, to Third Avenue, south from there to finish the loop. He often-or sometimes both of us-might stop at the youth center before coming home. Toss a few baskets with the kids."

"When's the last time you ran together?"

"About a week ago. The day before I left for Chicago. I had an early shuttle, so I didn't run that morning."

"Did he meet anyone along the way, have words with? Or mention anyone he'd had trouble with?"

"Nothing like that. Well, we might see people we know leaving for work, or coming home after a night s.h.i.+ft. People who might call out h.e.l.lo, or some comment. People who live or work along the route. Mr. Ortiz, for instance. We pa.s.sed his house every day, and in good weather, Mr. Ortiz walked in the mornings, so he might be out."

"Mr. Ortiz. The one who died."

"Yes. He'll be missed. I 'll miss seeing him on my run, just as I 'll miss having Miguel running with me."

"Did Flores talk to you about anyone, or anything, that troubled him?"

"We all wrestle with faith, and our purpose. We would, when we felt the need, discuss in general terms the problems of someone who'd come to us.

How we could best help."

When Eve's 'link signaled, she nodded to Peabody to take over, and stepped away.

"Father, what about Mr. Solas? We're told they had an altercation."

Freeman let out a sigh. "Yes, Miguel was incensed, furious when we learned Barbara had been abused. We're told to hate the sin, not the sinner, but there are times that's very hard. He did have an altercation with Mr. Solas, and that altercation was physical. The fact is, Miguel knocked Solas out, and might have done more if Marc Tuluz hadn't stopped it. But Solas is in prison."

"And Mrs. Solas?"

"She's in counseling, as are her children. She's making progress."

Eve stepped back. "We may want to take this to the rectory after all. Is Father Lopez in?"

Obviously puzzled, Freeman checked his wrist unit. "Yes, he should be. He has neighborhood calls shortly."

"Then we'll meet you there."

Peabody waited until they stepped out. "What's up?"

"Dental records are in. We can stop p.u.s.s.yfooting around."

Rosa escorted them into Lopez's office, where he sat at his desk and Freeman stood by the small window.

"You've learned something," Lopez said immediately.

"Confirmed something. The man who died yesterday wasn't Father Miguel Flores."

"I don't understand what you mean." Placing his hands on the desk, Lopez pushed out of his chair. "I was there. I saw him."

"The man you knew as Flores a.s.sumed that ident.i.ty. We believe he a.s.sumed it sometime between June and October of 2053, and had some facial surgery to enhance the facade. As the actual Miguel Flores hasn't been seen or heard from in that time, we speculate he's dead."

"But ... He was sent here."

"At his request, and with the use of that falsified identification.""Lieutenant, he performed Ma.s.s, the sacraments. There must be a mistake."

"You said you confirmed it," Freeman interrupted. "How?"

"Dental records. The body in our possession has had facial surgery. Cosmetic surgery. A tattoo removal. There were scars from knife wounds."

"I saw those," Freeman stated. "The wounds. He explained them. He lied." Now Freeman sat. "He lied. Why?"

"There's a question. He went to some trouble to be a.s.signed here, specifically. That's another why. Did he ever speak to you about anyone named Lino?"

"No. Yes. Wait." Freeman ma.s.saged his temples, and his fingers trembled. "We were debating absolution, rest.i.tution, penance, forgiveness. How sins may be outweighed by good deeds. We had different philosophies. He used Lino as an example. As in, let's take this man-call him Lino."

"Okay. And?"

Freeman pushed up, those dark eyes rested on his fellow priest. "This is like another death. Worse, I think. We were brothers here, and servants, and shepherds. But he was none of that. He died in sin. The man I just prayed for died in sin, performing an act he had no right to perform. I confessed to him, and he to me."

"He'll answer to G.o.d now, Martin. There's no mistake?" Lopez asked Eve.

"No, there's no mistake. What did he say about Lino?"

"I t was an example, as I said." Freeman sat again as if his legs were weary. "That if this young man, this Lino, had sinned, even grievous sins, but that he then devoted a portion of this life to good works, to helping others, to counseling them, and leading them away from sin, it would be rest.i.tution, and he could continue his life. As if a slate had been wiped clean."

"You disagreed."

"I t's more than good deeds. I t's intent. Are the good deeds done to balance the scales, or for their own sake? Did the man truly repent? Miguel debated that the deeds themselves were enough."

"You think he was Lino?" Lopez put in. "And this debate was about himself, about using the time here to ... balance out something he did in the past?"

"I t's a theory. How did he handle your take on this discussion?" Eve asked Freeman.

"He was frustrated. We often frustrated each other, which is only one of the reasons we enjoyed debating. All the people he deceived. Performing marriages, tending the souls of the dying, baptisms, hearing confessions. What's to be done?"

"I 'll contact the Archbishop. We'll protect the flock, Martin. I t was Miguel ... I t was this man who acted in bad faith, not those he served."

"Baptism," Eve said, considering. "That's for babies, right?"

"Most usually, but-"

"Let stick with babies, for now. I 'm going to want the records of baptisms, here at this church, let's say from 2020 to 2030."

Lopez looked down at his folded hands, nodded. "I 'll request them."

Peabody sat thoughtfully as they drove away from the rectory. "I t has to be really hard on them. The priests."

"Getting snookered's always a p.i.s.ser."

"Not just that. I t's the friends.h.i.+p and brotherhood, finding out that was all bulls.h.i.+t. I t's like, say you go down in the line."

"You go down in the line."

"No, this is my scenario. You go down-heroically-"

"d.a.m.n straight."

"And I 'm devastated by the loss. I 'm beating my b.r.e.a.s.t.s with grief."

Eve glanced over, deliberately, at Peabody's very nice rack. "That'll take a while."

"I 'm not even thinking, 'Hey, after a decent interval I can jump Roarke,' because I 'm so shattered."

"Better stay shattered, pal, or I 'll come back from wherever and kick your a.s.s."

"A given. Anyway, then the next day it comes out that you weren't Eve Dallas. You'd killed the actual Eve Dallas a few years before, dismembered her and fed the pieces into a human-waste recycler.""Go back to beating your t.i.ts."

"b.r.e.a.s.t.s, otherwise it's not the same thing. So anyway, now I 'm shattered again because the person I thought was my friend, my partner, and blah de blah, was in reality a lying b.i.t.c.h."

Peabody turned to stare, narrow-eyed, at Eve's profile.

"Keep that up and you'll be dismembered and fed into a human-waste recycler."

"I 'm just saying. Anyway, back to Flores, who we'll now call Lino."

"We get the records, check out all the Linos, narrow it down."

"Unless he wasn't baptized there, because his family moved there when he was, like, ten. Or he was never baptized, or he stuck a pin in a map to pick this parish for his hidey-hole."

"Which is why EDD will be working on the fake ID, and why we'll be running his prints and his DNA through IRCCA, Global, and so on. Something's going to pop out."

"I think it's pretty d.a.m.n low," Peabody added, "faking the priesthood thing. I f you wanted to fake something, you could fake something else. Like something you did before, something you were. Hey! Hey! Maybe he was a priest. I mean not Flores, but another priest. Or he tried to be one and washed out."

"That's not bad. The was.h.i.+ng out. We get the records, you cross-check with guys who washed out of the priesthood. Then do another check on the seminary where Flores trained. Maybe the vic knew him, trained with him."

"Got that. I 'll kick it back a little more, do a search on men of the right age span who went to the private schools with Flores, might have connected with him there."

I t was an angle, Eve thought, and they'd work it through. "The guy had to figure he had the ultimate cover. n.o.body's going to run a priest, at least not like we're going to. Not when he keeps out of trouble. And the only time we've learned he came close to the line was with this Solas. And we'll be checking that, too."

As she spoke, Eve pulled over to the curb in front of the Trinidad, a small business hotel on East 98th. She flipped on her On Duty sign.

I t didn't run to a doorman-which was a shame only because she enjoyed snarling at them-but the lobby was bright and clean. A sultry-looking brunette manned check-in. Eve headed for the distinguished silver-haired guy standing as concierge.

"We need a few moments with Elena Solas."

"I see." He skimmed the badges. "Is there a problem?"

"Not as long as we get a few moments with Elena Solas."

"Yes."

"Excuse me." He moved to the far end of his station and began speaking to someone on his headset. When he came back, he kept his neutral smile in place. "We have a small employee lounge on the fifth floor. I 'll escort you, if meeting her there will suit."

"That's good."

He walked them down to a staff elevator. "Mrs. Solas has only worked here for a short time, but has proven to be an excellent employee."

"That's good, too."

Eve said nothing else, simply followed him as he stepped off the elevator, turned down a hallway, then used his key card to open a pair of double doors.

I t was more of a locker room than a lounge, but as with the lobby, clean and bright. The woman who sat on one of the padded benches had her hands clutched in her lap, fingers threaded as if in prayer. She wore a gray dress under a simple white ap.r.o.n, and thick-soled white shoes. Her dark, glossy hair rolled into a thick, tight bun at her nape. When she lifted her head, her eyes were dull with terror.

"He got out, he got out, he got out."

Even before Eve could move, Peabody hurried over. "No, Mrs. Solas. He's still in prison." She sat, laid her hands over the knot of Elena's. "He can't hurt you or your children."

"Thank G.o.d." A tear slid down her cheek as she crossed herself, and rocked. "Oh, thank G.o.d. I thought ... My babies." She launched off the bench.

"Something happened to one of my kids."

"No." This time Eve spoke, and spoke sharply to cut off the rising hysteria. "I t's about the man you knew as Father Flores."

"Father ..." Her body visibly shook as she lowered again. "Father Flores. G.o.d forgive me. I 'm so selfish, so stupid, so-""Stop." Eve whipped the word out, and color flooded Elena's face. "We're investigating a homicide, we have a few questions, and you need to pull yourself together." She turned to the concierge. "You need to go."

"Mrs. Solas is obviously upset. I don't see-"

"She's going to be a lot more upset if I have to take her downtown because you won't leave the room. I f you're not her lawyer or legal representative, don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"I t's all right, Mr. Alonzo. Thank you. I 'm all right."

"You've only to call if you're not." He sent Eve a frigid look as he turned to go.

"I never thought of Father Flores," Elena murmured. "When they said the police were here, I thought of t.i.to, and what he said he'd do to me, and our three girls. I have three girls."

"And he used to tune you up."

"Yes. He used to hit me. He would drink and beat me, or not drink and beat me."

"And he molested your daughter."

Her face tightened, a flash of pain. "Yes. Yes, my Barbara. I didn't know. How did I not know? She never told me, until . . . She never told me because I did nothing when he hit me. Why should I protect her when I didn't protect myself?"

"There's a question." Eve caught herself, ordered herself to stick to the point. "But not the one we're here for. You're aware that Flores confronted your husband about the minor child Barbara."

"Yes. He and Marc and Magda called the police. But he and Marc came first. And that's how I found out what he'd done to my baby. And had started to do to my little Donita."

"How did you feel about that?"

"About what t.i.to had done?"