religions, but she had remained staunchly businesslike. Now, her demeanor abruptly cascaded into one of urgent and uneasy curiosity. “Which veve?”
“Ezili Danto, Papa Legba, and one which has yet to be identified.”
There was no mistaking the note of trepidation in her voice when she spoke. “What does that one look like? The unidentified veve.”
Her reaction, combined with what Ben had said the night before, all but confirmed my suspicions. Out of a mild sense of paranoia, I decided to test the theory.
“What do you think it looked like, Doctor Rieth?” I asked.
“Why?” she asked, a startled note in her voice.
“I just get the feeling you might have seen it before.”
“Look, I don’t have anything to do with…”
“Calm down, Doctor. I never said you did. Please, just indulge me for a second. What do you think this third veve looks like?”
“Well, I’m really afraid it might look very similar to a stripped down, simplified Celtic triskele. Basically, a circle with three centrally joined arcs radiating from the center out to the circumference, and a dot located within each third.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “That’s pretty much exactly it.”
“The bondo- veve,” she muttered, almost too quiet for me to hear.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry,” she replied. “It’s just a nickname. Bondo- veve. I call it that primarily because the symbol itself…”
“…Is used by the bondage and S and M community.” I finished the sentence for her then added, “So, I was right. You’ve seen it before.” The last sentence was spoken as both a statement and a question.
“Yes, I’m afraid I have.”
I went out on a limb. “From a homicide in Myrtle Beach?”
“Yes, and from one in New York as well. At both of them the police found the three veve’s you’ve mentioned as well as obvious signs of some sort of sadomasochistic sex play. But I suppose you already knew that.”
The reference to New York only took me slightly by surprise since Ben had mentioned that there were several other states with unsolved homicides that were possibly linked. He just hadn’t told me actual names or any real details. Now I had a line on at least one more. Still, I decided not to let on to Doctor Rieth that I hadn’t known about it until now.
“Pretty much. So, can you tell me which Lwa belongs to this veve ?” I asked, voice hopeful.
“I’m afraid not. That’s the reason for the nickname. The only time I’ve ever seen it is in connection with those two murders…and, now apparently this one.”
“Actually we have two homicides here we believe to be connected, but the veve was only found at one of the scenes.”
“Good God,” she mumbled again. “So I suppose this really is what the FBI types call a serial killer.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
“Well,” she said, seeming to regain some of her composure. “I’m not sure what it is I can do for you. Even if I could identify the veve, I don’t know that it would be any help.”
“Actually, it might. From what I’ve researched, I would have to guess that this symbol is being used to represent a personal ancestor.”
“I’d be inclined to agree with you, and that’s what I told the other departments. Not that they seemed particularly interested in the arcane facts at the time. They just kept calling it a cult crime.”
“That’s an easy out for things they don’t understand. Trust me, I’ve dealt with that very same attitude here myself. But, back to the veve…I would think that if we could track down that particular ancestor, perhaps we could find the person who has it on her altar.”
“So you think the killer is a woman too?”
“Is that what you were told by the other departments?”
“They weren’t willing to share that speculation, but the evidence they told me about seemed to indicate such.”
“Here too. So you’re a bit of an amateur sleuth I take it?”
“Not really. But, I can put two and two together.”
“Well, I’m afraid the math gets a bit harder from here on out.”
“Well, Mister Gant, I’ll count myself lucky that I’m not in your position then. But, as I said before, it seems to me that you’ve done quite a bit of homework on this. I wish my students were as dedicated to their studies.”
“Let’s just say I’ve got an important motivation. And, yes, the local librarians and occult bookshops know me pretty well right now.”
“I’m sure…well…I’ll admit you have a good theory. If you could find the ancestor then maybe you could track down a descendent. But, even that could be a dead end because it assumes that the person who has placed this spirit on her altar and elevated it to the status of Lwa is actually a direct descendent. In all likelihood she’s of no relation whatsoever, and that would put you back at square one.”
“True, but right now I’m more or less at square zero.”
“I understand, but like I said, I honestly don’t know where you would even start to look for this ancestor.”
“Actually, I have a few ideas.”
“Okay, then no offense, but what do you need me for? You definitely seem to have a better handle on this whole situation than the other police departments.”
“Well, to be truthful, the main reason I called is that I have some questions about something you covered in your book on Voodoo.”
“You mean about something other than the veve ’s?”
“Yes. Specifically what I’m interested in is possession by Lwa.”
I could hear what sounded like a frustrated sigh at the other end then she said, “Yes, it really happens.”
“Believe me, I don’t doubt that.”
“Then what exactly did you need to know about it?”
“Well, what prompted me to call you is that in your book you mentioned instances of secondary or collateral possession.”
“You actually read it, didn’t you?”
“Not all, but quite a bit of, yes.”
“Amazing…so what’s your question?”
“Well, you’re actually the only authority on Voodoo I found who even mentioned collateral possession by Lwa.”
“Probably because it’s an exceptionally rare occurrence.”
“But it happens.”
“Yes, it does. But, as I said, it’s extremely rare. Lwa don’t just hop from horse to horse for no reason.”
“I’ll accept that, but let’s say we have an instance where it does occur. Do you think it’s possible for an unwitting subject to accidentally become a horse for a Lwa?”
“I believe that’s pretty much what I just said, isn’t it?”
“Let me rephrase that…what I’m talking about is someone who is completely oblivious.”
“So when you say ‘unwitting’ you really mean it. As in someone who is totally out of the loop?”
“Yes. Completely. Someone who’s not even a practitioner of Voodoo.”
“Well, my initial reaction would be to say, no. However, I suppose that given the right circumstances just about anything is possible.” She paused for a second before adding, “Hmmm…but, no, it’s not very likely.”
“But, it’s still possible, correct?”
“Like I said, I suppose anything is possible under exactly the right circumstances. Now, please excuse my curiosity here, but what has Lwa possession got to do with these homicides?”
I’m not sure if for some reason I had developed a sort of implicit trust in Doctor Rieth during this short conversation, or if I just needed someone to listen to me. Maybe it was both, maybe it was neither. All I know is that my original plans to conceal my motives for this call were instantly negated as words came rolling out of my
