n Miami when my father was dying； knitting endless scarves for the poor in some cold place。 Not a single car went by。 I called Rita at the guard booth。 She didn't answer。
My eyes blurred as I tried to drift off again at 3：00 A。M。 Tree branches cracked like guns going off； and in the distance a train lumbered along the river。 Its forlorn horn seemed to set the pitch for a percussion of screeching； clanking and rumbling that made me more uneasy。 I lay in the dark； a forter wrapped around me； and when daylight bruised the horizon； the power came back on。 Marino called minutes later。
〃What time you want me to pick you up？〃 he asked； his voice hoarse from sleep。
〃Pick me up for what？〃 I blearily walked into the kitchen to make coffee。 ‘
〃Work。〃
I didn't have a clue what he was talking about。
〃You looked out the window； Doc？〃 he asked。 〃No way you're going anywhere in that Nazi…mobile of yours。〃
〃I've told you not to say that。 It's not funny。〃
I went to the window and opened the blinds。 The world was rock candy and glass coating every shrub and tree。 Grass was a thick； stiff carpet。 Icicles bared； long teeth from the eaves； and I knew my car wasn't going anywhere anytime soon。
〃Oh；〃 I said。 〃I guess I need a ride：'
Marino's big truck with its big chains churned up Richmond's roads for almost an hour before we reached my office。 There wasn't another car in the lot。 We carefully made our way into the building； our feet almost going out from under us several times because the pavement was glazed and we were the first to challenge it。 I draped my coat over my chair in my office and both of us headed to the locker rooms to change。
The rescue squad had used a transportable autopsy table so we didn't have to lift the body off a gurney。We unzipped the pouch in the vast silence of this empty theater of death and opened the bloody sheets。 Under the scrutiny of overhead diffused light； her wounds looked even more terrible。 I pulled a fluorescent magnifying lamp closer； adjusting its arm and peering through the lens。Her magnified skin was a desert of dried； cracked blood and canyons of gashes and gaping wounds。 I collected hairs； dozens of them； those pale blond； baby…fine hairs。 Most were six or seven or eight inches long。 They adhered to her belly； shoulders and breasts。 I didn't find any on her face； and I placed the hairs inside a paper envelope to keep them dry。Hours were thieves slipping past； stealing the morning； and no matter how hard I tried to find an explanation for the ripped tightly knit sweater and underwire bra； there wasn't another one except the truth。 The killer had done it with his bare hands。
〃I've never seen anything quite like that；〃 I said。 〃You're talking about incredible strength。〃
〃Maybe he's on cocaine or angel dust or something；〃 Marino said。 〃That might explain what he did to her； too。 It might also account for the Gold Dot ammo； you know； if he's doing drug deals ón the street。〃
〃I think that's the ammo Lucy said something about；〃 I seemed to recall。
〃Hot shit on the street；〃 Marino said。 〃Big with dopers。〃
〃If he was wacked out on drugs；〃 I pointed out as I placed fibers in another envelope； 〃then it strikes me as rather improbable his thinking would be so organized。 He put out the closed sign； locked the door； didn't go out the back armed door until he was ready。 And maybe washed up。〃
〃No evidence he did；〃 Marino let me know。 〃Nothing in the drains or sink or toilet。 No bloody paper towels。 No nothing。 Not even on the door he opened on his way out of the storeroom； so what I'm thinking is he used somethingmaybe part of his clothing； a paper towel； who knows…to open the door with so he didn't get blood or prints on the knob。〃
〃That's not exactly disorganized。 Not the actions of someone under the influence of drugs。〃
〃I'd rather think he was on drugs；〃 Marino said ominously。 〃The alternative's a really bad one； I mean if he's the Incredible Hulk or something。 I wish。 。 ：'
He stopped himself and I knew he was about to say he wished Benton were here to offer his experienced opinion。 Yet it was so easy to depend on someone else when not all theories required an expert。 Every scene and every wound resonated the emotion of the crime； and this homicide was frenzied and it was sexual and it was rage。 That became only more apparent when I found large irregular areas of contusion。 When I looked at them through a lens I saw small； curvilinear marks。
〃Bite marks；〃 I said。
Marino came over to look。
〃What's left of them。 Beaten with blunt force；〃 I added。
I moved the light around； looking for more and found two on the side of her right palm and one on the bottom of her left foot and two on the bottom of the right。
〃Jesus；〃 Marino muttered in an unnerved tone I rarely heard。
He moved from the wounded hands to the feet； staring。
〃What the hell are we dealing with； Doc？〃。he asked。
All of the bite marks were contused so badly I could 。 make out the abrasions of teeth but nothing more。 The indentations needed for casting had been eradicated。 Nothing was going to assist us。 There was too little left to ever make a match。
I swabbed for saliva and began taking one…by…one photographs as I tried to imagine what biting palms and soles might mean to whoever had killed her。 Did he know her； after all？ Were her hands and feet symbolic to him； a reminder of who she was； just as her face had been？
〃So he ain't totally ignorant about evidence；〃 Marino said。
〃It appears he knows bite marks can identify someone；〃 I replied as I used a spray hose to wash off the body。
〃Bnrrr；〃 Marino… shivered。 〃That always makes me cold。〃
〃She doesn't feel it：'
〃I hope like hell she didn't feel any of what's happened to her。〃
〃I think by the time he started in； she was already dead or close to dead； thank you； Lord；〃 I said。
Her autopsy revealed something else to add to the horror。 The bullet that had entered Kim Luong's neck and hit her carotid had also bruised her spinal cord between the fifth and sixth cervical disks； instantly paralyzing her。 She could breathe and talk but not move as he dragged her down the aisle； her blood sweeping shelves； her…useless arms spread wide； limp； unable to clutch the wound in her neck。 In my mind I saw the terror in her eyes。 I heard her whimper as she wondered what he was going to do to her next； as she watched herself die。
〃Goddamn bastard！〃 I said。
〃I'm sorry as fucking hell they switched to lethal injection；〃 Marino said in a hard； hateful voice。 〃Assholes like this ought to fry。 They ought 'to choke on cyanide gas till their fucking eyes pop out。 Instead； we send them off to a nice little nap。〃
I swiftly ran the scalpel from the clavicles to the sternum and down to the pelvis in the usual incision shaped like a Y Marino was quiet for a moment。
〃You think you could stick that needle in his arm； Doc？ You think you could turn on the gas or strap him in the chair and hit the switch？〃
I didn't reply。
〃I think about that a lot；〃 he went on。
〃I wouldn't think about it too much；〃 I said。
〃I know you could do it。〃 He wouldn't let it rest。 〃And you know what else； I think you'd like it but just won't admit it； not even to yourself Sometimes I really want to kill someone。〃
I glanced up at him； blood speckling my face shield and saturating the long sleeves of my gown。
〃Now you're really worrying me；〃 I said； and I meant it。
〃See； I think a lot of people feel that way and just won't admit it。〃
Her heart and lungs were within normal limits。
〃I think most people don't feel that way。〃
Marino was getting more belligerent； as if his rage over what had been done to Kim Luong made him feel as powerless as she had been。
〃I think Lucy feels that way；〃 he said。
I glanced up at him； refusing to believe it。
〃I think she just waits for an opportunity。 And if she don't get that out of her system； she's gonna end up waiting tables。〃
〃Be quiet； Marino：〃
'Truth hurts； don't it？ Least I admit it。 Take the asshole who did this。 Me？ I'd like to handcuff him to a chair； shackle his ankles and put the barrel of my pistol in his mouth and ask him if he had an orthodontist because he was about to need one。〃
Her spleen； kidneys； liver were within normal limits。
〃Then I'd stick it against his eye； tell him to take a look and let me know if I needed to clean the inside of the barrel。〃
Inside her stomach were what appeared to be remnants of chicken； rice and vegetables； and I thought of the container and fork that had been found in a paper bag near her pocketbook and coat。
〃Hell； maybe I'd just backup like I'm on the fucking firing range and use him as a target； see how much he liked。 。 ： '
〃Stop it！〃 I said。
He shut up。
〃Goddamn it； Marino。 What's gotten into you？〃 I asked； scalpel in one hand； forceps in the other。
He was quiet for a while； our silence heavy as I worked and kept him busy with various tasks。
Then he said； 〃The woman who ran up to the ambulance last night is a friend of Kim's； works as a waitress at Shoney's； was taking night classes at VCU。