cpatricia.unnaturalexposure-第5章
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ainty whether the victim was pre… or postpubescent。 Body fat was abnormally low； ribs protruding beneath flat breasts that may or may not have been female。
I squatted close and opened my medical bag。 With forceps； I collected maggots into a jar for the entomologist to examine later； and decided upon closer inspection that the victim was； in fact； a woman。 She had been decapitated low on the cervical spine； arms and legs severed。 Stumps were dry and dark with age； and I knew right away that there was a difference between this case and the others。
This woman had been dismembered by cutting straight through the strong bones of the humerus and femur； versus the joints。 Getting out a scalpel； I could feel the men staring as I made a half…inch incision on the torso's right side； and inserted a long chemical thermometer。 I rested a second thermometer on top of my bag。
'What are you doing？' asked a man in a plaid shirt and baseball cap； who looked like he might get sick。
'I need the body's temperature to help determine time of death。 A core liver temperature is the most accurate；' I patiently explained。 'And I also need to know the temperature out here。'
'Hot； that's what it is；' said another man。 'So； it's a woman； I guess。'
'It's too soon to say；' I replied。 'Is this your packer？'
'Yeah。'
He was young； with dark eyes and very white teeth； and tattoos on his fingers that I usually associated with people who have been in prison。 A sweaty bandanna was tied around his head and knotted in back； and he could not look at the torso long without averting his gaze。
'In the wrong place at the wrong time；' he added； shaking his head with hostility。
'What do you mean？' Grigg had his eye on him。
'Wasn't from me。 I know that；' the driver said as if it were the most important point he would ever make in his life。 'The Cat dug it up while it was spreading my load。'
'Then we don't know when it was dumped here？' I scanned faces around me。
It was Pleasants who replied； 'Twenty…three trucks unloaded in this spot since ten A。M。； not counting this one。' He looked at the packer。
'Why ten A。M。？' I asked； for it seemed like a rather arbitrary time to start counting trucks。
'Because that's when we put down the last cover of tire chips。 So there's no way it could have been dumped before then；' Pleasants explained； staring at_ the body。 'And in my opinion； it couldn't have been out long； anyway。 It doesn't exactly look the way you'd expect if it's been run over by a fifty…ton pactor with chopper wheels； trucks or even this loader。'
He stared off at other sites where pacted trash was being gouged off trucks as huge tractors crushed and spread。 The driver of the packer was getting increasingly agitated and angry。
'We got big machines all over the place up here；' Pleasants added。 'And they pretty much never stop。'
I looked at the packer； and the bright yellow loader with its empty cab。 A tatter of black trash bag fluttered from the raised bucket。
'Where's the driver of the loader？' I asked。
Pleasants hesitated before answering； 'Well； I guess that would be me。 We had somebody out sick。 I was asked to work on the hill。'
Grigg moved closer to the loader； looking up at what was left of the trash bag as it moved in the hot； barren air。
'Tell me what you saw；' I said to Pleasants。
'Not much。 I was unloading him。' He nodded at the driver。 'And my bucket caught the garbage bag； the one you see there。 It tore and the body fell out to where it is now。' He paused； wiping his face on his sleeve and swatting at flies。
'But you don't know for sure where this came from；' I tried again； while Grigg listened； even though he probably had already taken their statements。
'I could've dug it up；' Pleasants conceded。 'I'm not saying it's impossible。 I just don't think I did。'
'That's 'cause you don't want to think it。' The driver glared at him。
'I know what I think。' Pleasants didn't flinch。 'The bucket grabbed it off your packer when I was unloading it。'
'Man； you don't know it came from me；' the driver snapped at him。
'No； I don't know it for a fact。 Makes sense； that's all。'
'Maybe to you。' The driver's face was menacing。
'Believe that will be about enough； boys；' Grigg warned； moving close again； his presence reminding them he was big and wore a gun。
'You got that right；' said the driver。 'I've had enough of this shit。 When can I get out of here？ I'm already late。'
'Something like this inconveniences everyone；' Grigg said to him with a steady look。
Rolling his eyes and muttering profanity； the driver stalked off and lit a cigarette。
I removed the thermometer from the body； and held it up。 The core temperature was eighty…four degrees； the same as the ambient air。 I turned the torso over to see what else was there and noted a curious crop of fluid…filled vesicles over the lower buttocks。 As I checked more carefully； I found evidence of others in the area of the shoulders and thighs； at the edges of deep cuts。
'Double…pouch her；' I directed。 'I need the trash bag it came in； including what's caught on the bucket up there。 And I want the trash immediately around and under her； send all of it in。'
Grigg unfolded a twenty…gallon trash bag and shook it open。 He pulled gloves out of a pocket； squatted and started grabbing up garbage by the handful while paramedics opened the back of the ambulance。 The driver of the packer was leaning against his cab； and I could feel his fury like heat。
'Where was your packer ing from？' I asked him。
'Look at the tags；' he replied in a surly tone。
'Where in Virginia？' I refused to be put off by him。
It was Pleasants who said； 'Tidewater area； ma'am。 The packer belongs to us。 We got a lot of them we lease。'
The landfill's administrative headquarters overlooked the fire pond and was quaintly out of sync with the loud； dusty surroundings。 The building was pale peach stucco； with flowers in window boxes and sculpted shrubs bordering the walk。 Shutters were painted cream； a brass pineapple knocker on the front door。 Inside； I was greeted by clean； chilled air that was a wonderful relief and I knew why Investigator Percy Ring had chosen to conduct his interviews here。 I bet he had not even been to the scene。
He was in the break room； sitting with an older man in shirtsleeves； drinking Diet Coke and looking at puter…printed diagrams。
'This is Dr Scarpetta。 Sorry；' Pleasants said； adding to Ring； 'I don't know your first name。'
Ring gave me a big smile and a wink。 'The doc and I go way back。'
He was in a crisp blue suit； blond and exuding pure youthful innocence that was easy to believe。 But he had never fooled me。 He was a big…talking charmer who basically was lazy； and it had not escaped me that the moment he had bee involved in these cases； we had been besieged by leaks to the press。
'And this is Mr Kitchen；' Pleasants was saying to me。 'The owner of the landfill。'
Kitchen was simple in jeans and Timberland boots； his eyes gray and sad as he offered a big rough hand。
'Please sit down；' he said； pulling out a chair。 'This is a bad； bad day。 Especially for whoever that is out there。'
'That person's bad day happened earlier；' Ring said。 'Right now； she's feeling no pain。'
'Have you been up there？' I asked him。
'I just got here about an hour ago。 And this isn't the crime scene； just where the body ended up；' he said。 'Number five。' He peeled open a stick of Juicy Fruit。 'He's not waiting as long； only two months in between 'em this time。'
I felt the usual rush of irritation。 Ring loved to jump to conclusions and voice them with the certainty of one who doesn't know enough to realize he could be wrong。 In part this was because he wanted results without work。
'I haven't examined the body yet or verified gender；' I said； hoping he would remember there were other people in the room。 'This is not a good time to be making assumptions。'
'Well； I'll leave ya；' Pleasants said nervously； on his way out the door。
'I need you back in an hour so I can get your statement；' Ring loudly reminded him。
Kitchen was quiet； looking at diagrams； and then Grigg walked in。 He nodded at us and took a chair。
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