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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 you folks to do your business and leave。〃 He scowled up at the sky again。 〃And that includes the media。〃
〃Mr。 Shaw； what was being shipped inside the container？〃 I asked him。
〃German camera equipment。 You should know the seal on the container's latch wasn't broken。 So it appears the cargo wasn't tampered with：'
〃Did the foreign shipper affix the seal？〃
〃That's right。〃
〃Meaning the body； alive or dead； most likely was inside the container before it was sealed〃' I said。
〃That's what it looks like。 The number matches the one on the entry filed by the Customs broker； nothing the least out of the ordinary。 In fact； this cargo's already been released by Customs。 Was five days ago；〃 Shaw told me。 〃Which is why it was loaded straight on a chassis。 Then we got a whiff and no way that container was going anywhere。〃
I looked around； taking in the entire scene at once。 A light breeze clinked heavy chains against cranes that had been offloading steel beams from the Eurocl#p； three hatches at a time； when all activity stopped。 Forklifts and flatbed trucks had been abandoned。 Dockworkers and crew had nothing to do and kept their eyes on us from the tarmac。
Some looked on from the bows of their ships and through the windows of deckhouses。 Heat rose from oilstained asphalt scattered with wooden frames； spacers and skids； and a CSX train clanked and scraped through a crossing beyond the warehouses。 The smell of creosote was strong but could not mask the stench of rotting human flesh that drifted like smoke on the air。
。 〃Where did the ship set sail from？〃 I asked Shaw as I noticed a marked car parking next to my Mercedes。
〃Antwerp； Belgium； two weeks ago；〃 he replied as he looked at the Sirius and the Euroclip。 〃Foreign flag vessels like all the rest we get。 The only American flags we see anymore are if someone raises one as a courtesy；〃 he added with a trace of disappointment。
A man on the Euroclip was standing by the starboard side； looking back at us with binoculars。 I thought it strange he was dressed in long sleeves and long pants； as warm as it was。
Shaw squinted。 〃Darn； this sun is bright。〃
〃What about stowaways？〃 I asked。 〃Although I can't imagine anyone choosing to hide inside a locked container for two weeks on high seas。〃
〃Never had one that I know of。 Besides； we're not the first port of call。 Chester； Pennsylvania； is。 Most of our ships go from Antwerp to Chester to here； and then straight back to Antwerp。 A stowaway's most likely going to bail out in Chester instead of waiting till he gets to Richmond。
〃We're a niche port； Dr。 Scarpetta；〃 Shaw went on。
I watched in disbelief as Pete Marino climbed out of the cruiser that had just parked next to my car。
〃Last year； maybe a hundred and twenty oceangoing ships and barges called in the port；〃 Shaw was saying。
Marino has been a detective as long as I've known him。 He didn't work in uniform。 …〃If it were me and I was trying to jump ship or was an illegal alien； I think I'd want to end up in some really big port like Miami or L。A。 where I could get lost in the shuffle。〃
Anderson walked up to us； chewing gum。
〃Point is； we don't break the seal and open them up unless we suspect something illegal； drugs； undeclared cargo；〃 Shaw continued。 〃Every now and then we preselect a ship for a full shakedown search to keep people honest。〃
〃Glad I don't have to dress like that anymore；'。 Anderson remarked as Marino headed toward us； his demeanor cocky and pugilistic； the way he always acted when he was insecure and in an especially foul mood。
〃Why's he in uniform？〃 I asked her。
〃He got reassigned。〃
〃Clearly。〃
〃There's been a lot of changes in the department since Deputy Chief Bray got here；〃 Anderson said as if she were proud of the fact。
I couldn't imagine why anyone would throw someone so valuable back into uniform。 I wondered how long ago this had happened。 I was hurt Marino hadn't let me know； and I was ashamed I hadn't found out anyway。 It had been weeks； maybe a month； since I had called just to check on him。 I couldn't remember the last time I'd invited him to drop by my office for coffee or to e to my house for…dinner。
〃What's going on？〃 he gruffly said as a greeting。
He didn't give Anderson a glance。
〃I'm Joe Shaw。 How you doing？〃
〃Like shit；〃 Marino sourly replied。 〃Anderson； you decide to work this one all by yourself？ Or is it just the other cops don't want nothing to do with yotl？〃
She glared at him。 She took the gum out of her mouth and tossed it as if he had ruined the flavor。
〃You forget to invite anyone to this little party of yours？〃 he went on。 〃Jesus！〃 He was furious。 〃Never in my motherfucking life！〃
Marino was strangled by a short…sleeved white shirt buttoned up to the collar and a clip…on tie。 His big belly was in a shoving match with dark blue uniform pants and a stiff leather duty belt fully loaded with his… Sig…Sauer ninemillimeter pistol； handcuffs； extra clips； pepper spray and all the rest。 His face was flushed。 He was dripping sweat； a pair of Oakley sunglasses blacking out his eyes。
〃You and I have to talk；〃 I said to hire。
I tried to pull him off to the side； but he wouldn't budge。 He tapped a Marlboro out of the pack he always had on him somewhere。
〃You like my new outfit？〃 he sardonically said to me。 〃Deputy Chief Bray thought I needed new clothes：〃
〃Marino； you're not needed here；〃 Anderson said to him。 〃In fact； I don't think you want anyone to know you even thought about ing here。〃
〃It's captain to you。〃 He blew out his words on gusts of cigarette smoke。 〃You might want to watch your smart…ass mouth because I outrank you； babe。〃
Shaw watched the rude exchange without a word。
〃I don't believe we call female officers babe anymore；〃 Anderson said。
〃I've got a body to look at；〃 I said。
〃We've got to go through the warehouse to get there；〃 Shaw told me。
〃Let's go；〃 I said。
He walked Marino and me to a warehouse door that faced the river。 Inside was a huge； dimly lit； airless space that was sweet with the smell of tobacco。 Thousands of bales of it were wrapped in burlap and stacked on wooden pallets； and there were tons of magfilled sand and orifet that I believed were used in processing steel； and machine parts bound for Trinidad； according to what was stamped on crates。
Several bays down； the container had been backed up to a loading dock。 The closer we got to it； the stronger the odor。 We stopped at the crime…scene tape draped across the container's open door。 The stench was thick and hot； as if every molecule of oxygen had been replaced by it； and I willed my senses to have no opinion。 Flies had begun to gather； their ominous noise reminding me of the highpitched buzzing of a remote…control toy plane。
〃Were there flies when the container was first opened？〃 I asked Shaw。
〃Not like this；〃 he said。
〃How close did you get？〃 I asked as Marino and Anderson caught up with us。
〃Close enough；〃 Shaw said。
〃No one went inside it？〃 I wanted to make sure。
〃I can guarantee you that； ma'am。〃 The stench was getting to him。
Marino seemed unfazed。 He shook out another cigarette and mumbled around it as he fired the lighter。
〃So； Anderson；〃 he said。 〃I don't guess it could be livestock； you know； since you didn't look。 Hell； maybe a big dog that accidentally got locked up in there。 Sure would be a shame to drag the doc here and get the media all in a lather and then find out it's just some poor of wharf dog rotted in there。〃
He and I both knew there was no dog or pig or horse or any other animal in there。 I opened my scene case while Marino and Anderson went on carping at each other。 I dropped my car key inside and pulled on several layers of gloves and a surgical mask。 I fitted my thirty…fivemillimeter Nikon with a flash and a twenty…eightmillimeter lens。 I loaded four…hundred…speed film so the photographs wouldn't be too grainy； and slipped sterile booties over my shoes。
〃It's just
