gled to the left。 It was this bullet that had hit her carotid artery。
〃Did you recover a bullet？〃 I asked Ham：
〃Dug one out of the wall behind the counter；〃 he said； barely able to look at me。 〃No shell so far； if there is one。〃
There wouldn't be if she was shot with a revolver。 Pistols ejected their cartridge cases； which was about the only helpful thing they did when they were used for violence。
〃Where in the Wall？〃 I asked。
〃If you're facing the counter； it would be to the left of where the chair would have been if she was sitting at the cash register。〃
〃The exit wound is also off to the left；〃 I said。 〃If they were face to face when she was shot； you may be looking for a left…handed shooter。〃
Kim Luong's face was severely lacerated and crushed； the skin split and torn from blows that had been made by some sort of tool or tools that had a pattern of round and linear wounds。 It appeared she also had been beaten with his fists。 When I palpatéd for fractures； bits of bone crunched beneath my fingertips。 Her teeth were broken and pushed in。
〃Hold it here；〃 I directed Marino。
He moved the flashlight as I directed and I gently turned her head to the right and to the left； palpating her scalp through her hair and checking the back and sides of her neck。 She was covered with more knuckle bruises； and more of the round and linear injuries； and also striated abrasions here and there。
〃Except for pulling down her pants to get her body temp；〃 I said to Ham； because I had to be sure； 〃she was just like this？〃
〃Other than her jeans being zipped up and buttoned； yes； ma'am；〃 he replied。 〃Her sweater and bra were just exactly like that。〃 He pointed。 〃Ripped right down the middle。〃
〃With his bare hands。〃 Marino squatted beside me。 〃Damn； he's strong。 Doe； she would have pretty much been dead by the time he got her back here； right？〃
〃Not quite。 She still has tissue response to her injuries。 Some bruising。〃
〃But for all practical purposes； he's beating the shit out of a dead body；〃 Marino said。 〃I mean； she sure as hell wasn't sitting up and arguing with him。 She wasn't struggling。 You can look around and see that。 Nothing knocked over or shoved around。 No bloody footprints going all over the place。〃
〃He knew her；〃 Anderson's voice was behind me。 〃It had to be someone she knew。 Otherwise he probably would have just shot her and taken the money and run：'
Marino was still down beside me； elbows resting on his big knees； flashlight dangling from one hand。 He looked up at Anderson as if she had the intelligence of a banana。
〃I didn't know you was a profiler； too；〃 he said。 〃You take some classes or something？〃
〃Marino； if you can shine it right there；〃 I said。 〃It's hard to see：' …The light illuminated a blood pattern on the body that I hadn't noticed at first because I was too preoccupied with injuries。 Virtually every inch of exposed flesh was smeared with bloody swirls and strokes； as if she had been fingerpainted。 The blood was drying and beginning to crack。 And there were hairs； the same long； pale hairs stuck to her blood。I pointed this out to Marino。 He bent closer。
〃Quiet；〃 I warned him as I felt his reaction and knew what I was showing him。
〃Here es the boss；〃 Eggleston announced as he stepped carefully through the doorway。
The room was crowded and airless。 It looked as if a thrashing storm had rained blood upon it。
〃We're going to string all this；〃 Ham said to me。
〃Recovered a cartridge case；〃 Eggleston happily passed on to Marino。
〃If you want a break； Marino； I'll hold the flashlight for her。〃 Ham was trying to make up for his unpardonable sin。
〃I think it's fairly obvious she was lying right here； immobile； when he beat her；〃 I said； because I didn't think stringing was necessary in this case。
〃Stringing will tell us for sure；〃 he promised。
It was an old French technique in which one end of a string was taped at a bloodstain； and the other at the geometrically puted origin of the blood。 This was done multiple times； resulting in a three…dimensional string model that showed how many blows were struck and where the victim was when they were。
〃There's too many people in here；〃 I loudly said。
Sweat was rolling down Marino's face。 I could feel his body heat and smell his breath as he worked close to me。
〃Get this to Interpol right away；〃 I told him in a voice no one else could hear。
〃No kidding。〃
〃Speer three…eighty。 Ever heard of it？〃 Eggleston said to Marino。
〃Yeah。 High…performance shit。 Gold Dot；〃 Marino replied。 〃That don't fit； at all。〃
I got out my chemical thermometer and set it on top of a box of paper plates to get the ambient temperature。
〃I can already tell you what it is； Doc；〃 Ham said。 〃Seventy…five…point…nine back here。 It's warm。〃
Marino was moving the flashlight as my hands and eyes moved over the body。
〃Normal people don't get Speer ammo；〃 he was saying。 〃You're talking ten； eleven bucks for á box of twenty。 Not to mention； your gun can't be a piece of shit or the damn thing will blow apart in your hand。〃
〃The gun probably came off the street； then。〃 Anderson was suddenly next to me。 〃Drugs。〃
〃Case solved；〃 Marino replied。 〃Gee； thanks； Anderson。 Hey； guys； we can all go home。〃
I could smell the sweet； cloying odor of Kim Luong's blood as it coagulated； the serum separating from the hemoglobin； cells breaking down。 I withdrew the chemical thermometer Ham had inserted inside her。 Her core temperature was 88。6 degrees。 I looked up。 There were three people in this room； not including Marino and me。 My anger and frustration continued to build。
〃We found her pocketbook and coat；〃 Anderson went on。 〃Sixteen dollars in her billfold； so it doesn't look like he went in there。 And oh； there was a paper bag nearby with a plastic container and fork。 Looks like she brought dinner with her and warmed it up in the microwave。〃
〃How do you know she warmed it up？〃Marino asked。
Anderson was caught。
〃Putting two and two together don't always make twenty…two；〃 he added。
Livor mortis was in its early stages。 Her jaw was set； and the small muscles of her neck and hands were； too。
〃She's too stiff for only being dead a couple hours；〃 I said。
〃What causes it anyway？〃 Eggleston asked。
〃Me； too。 I've always wondered that。〃
〃I had one in Bon Air one time 。 。 ：'
〃What were you doing in Bon Air？〃 asked the officer taking photographs。
〃It's a long story。 But this guy has a heart attack during sex。 The girlfriend just thinks he's gone to sleep； right？ Wakes up the next morning and he's deader than dirt。 She doesn't want it to look like he died in bed so she tries to put him in a chair。 He was leaning' against it like an ironing board。〃
〃I'm serious； Doc。 What causes it？〃 Ham asked。
〃I've always been curious about that； too。〃 Diane Bray's voice came from the doorway。
She was standing there； her eyes fastened to me like steel rivets。
〃When you die； your body quits； making adenosine triphosphate。 That's why you get stiff；〃 I said； not giving her a glance。 〃Marino； can you hold her like this so I can get a picture？〃
He moved closer to me； and his big gloved hands… slid under her left side as I got my camera。 I took a photograph of an injury below her left armpit； on the fleshy side of her left breast； as I calculated body temperature versus ambient temperature； and how advanced both livor mortis and rigor mortis were。 I could hear footsteps and murmurs and someone coughing。 I was sweating behind my surgical mask。
〃I need some room；〃 I said。
Nobody moved。
I looked up at Bray and stopped what I was doing。
〃I need room；〃 I sharply said to her。 〃Get these people out of here。〃
She jerked her head at everyone but me。 Cops dropped surgical gloves in a red biological hazard bag as they went out the door。
〃You too；〃 Bray ordered Anderson。
Marino acted as if Bray didn't exist。 Bray never took her eyes off me。
〃I don't ever want to walk in on a scene like this again；' I said to her as I worked。 〃Your officers； your techs； nobody…and I mean nobody…touches the body or disturbs it in any way before I get there or one of my medical examiners does。〃
I looked up at her。
〃Are we clear on that？〃 I said She seemed to give what I was saying thoughtful consideration。 I loaded film in my thirty…five…millimeter camera。 My eyes were getting tired because the light was bad； and I took the flashlight from Marino。 I shined it obliquely on the area near the left breast； and then on another area on the right shoulder。 Bray stepped in closer； brushing against me to see what I was looking at； and it was odd and startling to smell her perfume mingling with the odor of deposing blood。
〃The crime scene belongs to us； Kay；〃 she said。 〃I understand you haven't had to work things that way in the past…probably not the entire time you've been here or maybe anywhere。 That's what I was talking about when I mentioned ： 。 。〃
〃That's a bunch of bullshit！〃 Marino hurled rude words in her face。
〃Captain； you stay out of this；〃 Bray fired back at him。
〃You're the one