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goodlooking blond woman in a black Mercedes。 Maybe you should borrow my car。〃
My bodybuilding deputy chief had just finalized a divorce and celebrated by trading in his Mustang for a red Corvette。
〃Actually； that's a good idea；〃 I dryly said。 〃If you don't mind。 As long as it's a V…eight〃
Yeah； yeah。 I hear ya。 Call me if you need me。 You know the way； right？〃
〃I do。〃
His directions led me south； and I was almost to Petersburg when I turned off and drove past the back of the Philip Morris manufacturing plant and over railroad tracks。 The narrow road led me through a vacant land of weeds and woods that ended abruptly at a security checkpoint。 I felt as if I were crossing the border into an unfriendly country。Beyond was a train yard and hundreds of boxcar…size orange containers stacked three and four high。 A guard who took his job very seriously stepped outside his booth。 I rolled down my window。
〃May I help you； ma'am？〃 he asked in a flat military tone。
〃I'm Dr。 Kay Scarpetta；〃 I replied。
〃And who are you here to see？〃
〃I'm here because there's been a death；〃 I explained。 〃I'm the medical examiner。〃
I showed him my credentials。 He took them from me and studied them carefully。 I had a feeling he didn't know what a medical examiner was and wasn't about to ask。
〃So you're the chief；〃 he said； handing the worn black wallet back to me。 〃The chief of what？〃
〃I'm the chief medical examiner of Virginia；〃 I replied。 〃The police are waiting for me。〃
He stepped back inside his booth and got on the phone as my impatience grew。 It seemed every time I needed to enter a secured area； I went through this。 I used to assume my being a woman was the reason； and in earlier days this was probably true…at least some of the time。 Now I believed the threats of terrorism； crime and lawsuits were the explanation。 The guard wrote down a description of my car arid the plate number。 He handed me a clipboard so I could sign in and gave me a visitor's pass； which I didn't clip on。
〃See that pine tree down there？〃 he said； pointing。
〃I see quite a few pine trees。〃
〃The little bent one。 Take a left at it and just head on towards the water； ma'am；〃 he said。 〃Have a nice day。〃
I moved on； passing huge tires parked here and there and several red brick buildings with signs out front to identify the U。S。 Customs Service and Federal Marine Terminal。 The port itself was rows of huge warehouses with orange containers lined up at loading docks like animals feeding from troughs。
Moored off the wharf in the James River were two container ships； the Euroclip and the Sirius； each almost twice as long as a football field。 Cranes hundreds of feet high were poised above open hatches the size of swimming pools。
Yellow crime…scene tape anchtired by traffic cones circled a container that was mounted on a chassis。 No one was nearby。 In fact； I saw no sign of police except for an unmarked blue Caprice at the edge of the dock apron； the driver； apparently； behind the wheel talking through the window to a man in a white shirt and a tie。 Work had stopped。 Stevedores in hard hats and reflective vests looked bored as they drank sodas or bottled water or smoked。
I dialed my office and got Fielding on the phone。
〃When were we notified about this body？〃 I asked him。
〃Hold on。 Let me check the sheet：〃 Paper rustled。 〃At exactly ten fifty…three。〃
〃And when was it found？〃
〃Uh； Anderson didn't seem to know that。〃
〃How the hell could she not know something like that？〃
〃Like I 。said； I think she's new。〃
〃Fielding； there's not a cop in sight except for her； or at least I guess that's her。 What exactly did she say to you when she called in the case？〃
〃DOA； deposed； asked for you to e to the scene。〃
〃She specifically requested me？〃 I asked。
〃Well； hell。 You're always everybody's first choice。 That's noticing new。 But she said Marino told her to get you to the scene。〃
〃Marino？〃 I asked； surprised。 〃He told her to tell me to respond？〃
〃Yeah； I thought it was a little ballsy of him。〃
I remembered Marino's telling me he would drop by the scene； and I got angrier。 He gets some rookie to basically give me an order； and then if Marino can fit； it in； he might swing by and see how we're doing？〃Fielding； when's the last time you talked to him？〃 I asked。
〃Weeks。 Pissy mood； too。〃
〃Not half as pissy as mine's going to be if and when he finally decides to show up；〃 I promised。
Dockworkers watched me climb out of my car and pop open the trunk。 I retrieved my scene case； jumpsuit and shoes； and felt eyes crawl all over me as I walked toward the unmarked car and got more annoyed with each labored step； the heavy case bumping against my leg。
The man in the shirt and tie looked hot and unhappy as he shielded his eyes to gaze up at two television news helicopters slowly circling the port at about four hundred feet。
〃Darn reporters；〃 he muttered； turning his eyes to me。
〃I'm looking for whoever's… in charge of this crime scene；〃 I said。
〃That would be me；〃 came a female voice from inside the Caprice。
I bent over and peered through the window at the young woman sitting behind the wheel。 She was darkly tanned； her brown hair cut short and slicked back； her nose and jaw strong。 Her eyes were hard； and she was dressed in relaxed…leg faded jeans； lace…up black … leather boots and white T…shirt。 She wore her gun on leer hip； her badge on a ball chain tucked into her collar。 Air…conditioning was blasting； light rock on the radio surfing over the cop talk on the scanner。
〃Detective Anderson； I presume；〃 I said。
〃Rene Anderson。 The one and only。 And you must be the doc I've heard so much about；〃 she said with the arrogance I associated with most people who didn't know what the hell they were doing。
〃I'm Joe Shaw； the port director；〃 the man introduced himself to me。 〃You must be who the security guys just called me about〃
He wasj about my age； with blond hair； bright blue eyes and skin lined from years of too much sun。 I could tell by the look on his face that he detested Anderson and everything about this day。
〃Might you have anything helpful to pass along to me before I get started？〃 I said to Anderson over loud blowing air and rotating helicopter blades。 〃For example； why there are no police securing the scene？〃
〃Don't need 'em；' Anderson said； pushing open her door with her knee。 〃It's not like just anybody can drive right on back here； as you found out when you tried。〃
I set the aluminum case on the ground。 Anderson came around to my side of the car。 I was surprised by how small she was。
〃Not much I can tell you；〃 she said to me。 〃What you see is what we got。 A container with a real stinker inside。〃
〃No； there's a lot more you can tell me； Detective Anderson；〃 I said。 〃How was the body discovered and at what time？ Have you seen it？ Has anybody gotten near it？ Has the scene been contaminated in any way？ And the answer to the last one had better be no； or I'm holding you responsible。〃
She laughed。 I began pulling the jumpsuit over my clothes。
〃Nobody's even gotten close；〃 she told me。 〃No volunteers for that one。〃
〃You don't have to go inside the thing to know what's there；〃 Shaw added。
I changed into the black Reeboks and put on the baseball cap。 Anderson was staring at…my Mercedes。；
〃Maybe I should go work for the state；〃 she said。
I looked her up and down。
〃I suggest you cover up if you're going in there；〃 I said to her。
〃I gotta make a couple calls；〃 she said； walking off。
〃I don't mean to tell people how to do their jobs；〃 Shaw said to me。 〃But what the hell's going on here？ We got
a dead body right over there and the cops send in a little shit like that？〃
His jaw muscles were clenching； his face bright red and dripping sweat。
〃You know； you don't make a dime in this business unless things are moving；〃 he went on。 〃And not a darn thing's moved for more than two and a half hours：〃
He was working so hard not to swear around me。
〃Not that I'm not sorry about someone being dead；〃 he went on。 〃But I sure would like
