cpatricia.unnaturalexposure-第18部分
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I checked my fury。 'No。'
'He came to my house this morning while my mama was still in bed。' His voice shook。 'Started interrogating me like I was a murderer or something。 Said you had findings pointing right to me； so I better confess。'
'Findings？ What findings？' I said as my disgust grew。
'Fibers that according to you looked like they came from what I had on the day we met。 You said my size fit what you think the size is of the person who cut up that body。 He said you could tell by the pressure applied with the saw that whoever did it was about my strength。 He said you were demanding all kinds of things from me so you could do all these tests。 DNA。 That you thought I was weird when I drove you up to the site 。 。 。'
I interrupted him； 'My God； Keith。 I have never heard so much bullshit in my life。 If I said even one of those things； I would be fired for inpetence。'
'That's the other thing；' Pleasants jumped in again； fire in his eyes。 'He's been talking with everyone I work with！ They're all wondering if I'm some kind of axe murderer。 I can tell by the way they look at me。'
He dissolved in tears as doors opened and several state troopers walked in。 They paid us no mind as they were buzzed inside； on their way down to the morgue； where Fielding was working on a pedestrian death。 Pleasants was too upset for me to discuss this with him any further； and I was so incensed with Ring that I did not know what else to say。
'Do you have a lawyer？' I asked him。
He shook his head。
'I think you'd better get one。'
'I don't know any。'
'I can give you some names；' I said as Wingo opened the door and was startled by the sight of Pleasants crying on the couch。
'Uh； Dr Scarpetta？' Wingo said。 'Dr Fielding wants to know if he can go ahead and receipt the personal effects to the funeral home。'
I stepped closer to Wingo； because I did not want Pleasants further upset by the business of this place。
'The troopers are on their way down；' I said in a low voice。 'If they don't want the personal effects； then yes。 Receipt them to the funeral home。'
He was staring hard at Pleasants； as if he knew him from somewhere。
'Listen；' I said to Wingo。 'Get him the names and numbers of Jameson and Higgins。'
They were two very fine lawyers in town whom I considered friends。
'Then please see Mr Pleasants out。'
Wingo was still staring； as if transfixed by him。
'Wingo？' I gave him a questioning look； because he did not seem to have heard me。
'Yes； ma'am。' He glanced at me。
I went past him； heading downstairs。 I needed to talk to Wesley； but maybe I should get hold of Marino first。 As I rode the elevator down； I debated if I should call the C。A。 in Sussex and warn her about Ring。 At the same time all of this was going through my mind； I felt dreadfully sorry for Pleasants。 I was scared for him。 As far…fetched as it might seem； I knew he could end up charged with murder。
In the morgue； Fielding and the troopers were looking at the pedestrian on table one； and there wasn't the usual banter because the victim was the nine…year…old daughter of a city councilman。 She had been walking to the bus stop early this morning when someone had swerved off the road at a high rate of speed。 Based on the absence of skid marks； the driver had hit the girl from the rear and not even slowed。
'How are we doing？' I asked when I got to them。
'We got us a real tough one here；' said one of the troopers； his expression grave。
'The father's going ape shit；' Fielding told me as he went over the clothed body with a lens； collecting trace evidence。
'Any paint？' I asked； for a chip of it could identify the make and model of the car。
'Not so far。' My deputy chief was in a foul mood。 He hated working on children。
I scanned torn； bloody jeans and a partial grille mark imprinted in fabric at the level of the buttocks。 The front bumper had struck the back of the knees； and the head had hit the windshield。 She had been wearing a small red knapsack。 The bagged lunch； and books； papers and pens that had been taken out of it pricked my heart。 I felt heavy inside。
'The grille mark seems pretty high；' I remarked。
'That's what I'm thinking； too；' another trooper spoke。 'Like you associate with pickup trucks and recreational vehicles。 About the time it happened； a black Jeep Cherokee was observed in the area traveling at a high rate of speed。'
'Her father's been calling every half hour。' Fielding glanced up at me。 'Thinks this was more than an accident。'
'Implying what； exactly？' I asked。
'That it's political。' He resumed work； collecting fibers and bits of debris。 'A homicide。'
'Lord； let's hope not；' I said； walking away。 'What it is now is bad enough。'
On a steel counter in a remote corner of the morgue was a portable electric heater where we defleshed and degreased bones。 The process was decidedly unpleasant requiring the boiling of body parts in a ten…percent solution of bleach。 The big； rattling steel pot； the smell； were dreadful； and I usually restricted this activity to nights and weekends when we were unlikely to have visitors。
Yesterday； I had left the bone ends from the torso to boil overnight。 They had not required much time； and I turned off the heater。 Pouring steaming； stinking water into a sink； I waited until the bones were cool enough to pick up。 They were clean and white； about two inches long； cuts and saw marks clearly visible。 As I examined each segment carefully； a sense of scary disbelief swept over me。 I could not tell which saw marks had been made by the killer and which had been made by me。
'Jack；' I called out to Fielding。 'Could you e over here for a minute？'
He stopped what he was doing and walked to my corner of the room。
'What's up？' he asked。
I handed him one of the bones。 'Can you tell which end was cut with the Stryker saw？'
He turned it over and over； looking back and forth； at one end and then the other； frowning。 'Did you mark it？'
'For right and left I did；' I said。 'Beyond that； no。 I should have。 But usually it's so obvious which end is which； it's not necessary。'
'I'm not expert； but if I didn't know better； I'd say all these cuts were made with the same saw。' He handed the bone back to me and I began sealing it in an evidence bag。 'You got to take them to Canter anyway； right。'
'He's not going to be happy with me。' I said。
6
MY HOUSE WAS built of stone on the edge of Windsor Farms； an old Richmond neighborhood with English street names； and stately Georgian and Tudor homes that some would call mansions。 Lights were on in windows I passed； and beyond glass I could see fine furniture and chandeliers； and people moving or watching TV。 No one seemed to close their curtains in this city； except me。 Leaves had begun to fall。 It was cool and overcast； and when I pulled into my driveway； smoke was drifting from the chimney； my niece's ancient green Suburban parked in front。
'Lucy？' I called out as I shut the door and turned off the alarm。
'I'm in here；' she replied from the end of the house where she always stayed。
As I headed for my office to deposit my briefcase and the pile I had brought home to work on tonight； she emerged from her bedroom； pulling a bright orange UVA sweatshirt over her head。
'Hi。' Smiling； she gave me a hug； and there was very little that was soft about her。
Holding her at arm's length； I took a good look at her； just like I always did。
'Uh oh；' she playfully said。 'Inspection time。' She held out her arms and turned around； as if about to be searched。
'Smarty；' I said。
In truth； I would have preferred it had she weighed a little more； but she was keenly pretty and healthy； with auburn hair that was short but softly styled。 After all this time； I still could not look at her without envisioning a precocious； obnoxious ten…year…old who had no one； really； but me。
'You pass；' I said。
'Sorry I'm so late。'
'Tell me again what it was you were doing？' I asked； for she had called earlier in the day to say she could not get here until dinner。
'An assistant attorney general decided to drop in with an entourage。 As usual； they wanted HRT to put on a show。'
We headed to the kitchen。
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