When he had put the pictures into a folder, they looked for a good place to hide the book. Rafe unscrewed a heating vent, shoved it inside and put the cover back on. Then Eugenia called the voodoo priestess’s cell. Calista picked up on the second ring. “Eugenia?” “Yes.” “You’re calling pretty late.” “We need to talk to you,” she said. “About what?” “About Villars’ murder.” Her voice turned sharp. “You think I’m involved?” “No. We think we know who did it, but we need proof. Can we come over to talk to you?” There was a long hesitation on the other end of the line. Finally Calista said, “Okay.” When they were in the car, Eugenia said, “I— uh—thought of something.