She thought a string of curse words at herself, but dared not say any of it. If Lecter was behind this—and she knew He was—then He might kill someone for 'being rude,' just to punish her. Then He'd be back out of retirement, and that would be…very bad, to put it mildly.
But she couldn't help thinking the curses—Goren was too good at sussing things out to fool him easily. Better not to lie to him, as Goren could smell it a mile away; besides, Lecter didn't like lies either, and risking His ire was...unwise. She knew she had to calm those fears, or she might blurt something she shouldn't. She had to keep it all inside her head—if it wasn't spoken, it wouldn't be written, and therefore not happen, she reasoned. It was a lot harder than she had realized.
Finally wresting her gaze from theirs, the woman focused on the cracks in the sidewalk around her feet for a moment before murmuring, "I'm afraid of things only in my own head." It seemed to be a mantra, helping her calm irrational fears. Goren wondered how much self-help therapy the woman had experienced.
"So, you know who we are, but we don't know you. What is your name?" Eames blurted out.
Goren stooped lower to get a better look at the woman's response. All she did was close her eyes tightly in a pained wince and remain silent.
"No answer?" Eames' impatience showed. "That's also resisting arrest. Now we can just take you downtown and get you fingerprinted." Goren led the woman by the elbow through the less crowded alley back to the Sherwood residence and handed her over to a patrol team before going inside. The suspect offered no physical resistance, but kept her silence after Eames mirandized her.
While Eames went upstairs to three of the bodies, Goren took the basement, where the first body had been found. The entire family had been slaughtered, best-guess by the husband, who had bludgeoned his wife in the kitchen, then gone upstairs to smother their nine year old son and six year old daughter in their bedrooms, before falling onto a kitchen knife in the master bedroom to complete the murder-suicide. Eames always found it hard to deal with these sorts of crimes.
