urt 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 like when we get bad smells ing from a closed…up house in the middle of July。 We look through the window。 Break in if we have to。 Make sure what's in there's human before we call the M。E。；〃 Marino continued to instruct his new protégd。
I ducked under the tape and stepped inside the dark container； relieved to find it was only half full of neatly stacked white cartons； leaving plenty of room to move around。 I followed the beam of my flashlight deeper； sweeping it from side to side。
Near the back； it illuminated a bottom row of cartons soaked with the reddish purge fluid that leaks from the nose and mouth of a deposing body。 My light followed shoes and lower legs； 。and a bloated； bearded face jumped out of the dark。 Bulging milky eyes stared； the tongue so swollen it protruded from the mouth as if the dead man were mocking me。 My covered shoes made sticky sounds wherever I stepped。
The body was fully clothed and propped up in the corner； the container's metal walls bracing it； from two sides。 Legs were straight out； hands in the lap beneath a carton that apparently had fallen。 I moved it out of the way and checked for defense injuries； or for abrasions and broken nails that might suggest he had tried to claw his way out。 I saw no blood on his clothes； no sign of obvious injuries or that a struggle had taken place。 I looked for food or water； for any provisions or holes made through the container's sides for ventilation； and found nothing。
I made my way between every row of boxes； squatting to shine oblique light on the metal floor； looking for shoe prints。 Of course； they were everywhere。 I moved an inch at a time； my knees about to give out。 I found an empty plastic wastepaper basket。 Then I found two silvery coins。 I bent close to them。 One was a deutsche mark。 I didn't recognize the other one and touched nothing。
Marino seemed a mile away； standing in the container's opening。
〃My car key's in my case；〃 I called out to him through 'the surgical mask。
〃Yeah？〃 he said； peering inside。
〃Could you go get the Luma…Lite？ I need the fiber…optic attachment and the extension cord。 Maybe Mr。 Shaw can help you find somewhere to plug it in。 Has to be a grounded receptacle； one…fifteen VAC。〃
〃I love it when you talk dirty；〃 he said。
4
The Luma…Lite is an alternate light source with a high intensity arc tube that emits fifteen watts of light energy at 450 uanometers with a twenty…nanometer bandwidth。 It can detect body fluids such as blood or semen as well as expose drugs； fingerprints； trace evidénce and unexpected surprises not evident to the naked eye。
Shaw found a receptacle inside the warehouse； and I slipped disposable plastic covers on the Luma…Lite's aluminumfeet to make sure nothing from a previous scene would be transferred to this one。 The alternate light source looked very much like a home projector； and I set it inside the… container on top of a carton and ran the fan for；a minute before turning on the power switch。
While I waited for the lamp to reach its maximum output； Marino appeared with the amber…tinted glasses needed to protect our eyes from the strong energy light。 Flies were getting thicker。 They drunkenly knocked against us and droned loudly in our ears。
〃Goddamn； I hate those things！〃 Marino plained； swatting wildly。
I noticed he didn't have on a jumpsuit； only shoe covers and gloves。
〃You going to drive home in a closed car like that？〃 I asked。
〃I got another uniform in the trunk。 In case something gets spilled on me or whatever。〃
〃In case you spill something on you or whatever；〃 I said； looking at my watch。 〃We got one more minute。〃
〃Notice how Anderson's conveniently disappeared？ 'I knew she would the minute I heard about this one。 I just didn't figure on nobody else being here。 Shit； something really weird's going on。〃
〃How in the world did she bee a homicide detective？〃
〃She kisses Bray's ass。 I hear she even runs errands for her； takes her brand…new fáncy…schmansy black Crown Vic to the car wash； probably sharpens her pencils and shines her shoes：'
〃We're ready；〃 I said。
I began scanning with a 450…nanometer filter that was capable of detecting a large variety of residues and stains。 Through our tinted glasses； the inside of the container became an impenetrably black outer space scattered with shapes that fluoresced white and yellow in different shades and intensities whenever I pointed the lens。 The projected blue light exposed hairs on the floor and fibers everywhere； just as I would expect in a high…traffic area used to store cargo handled by many people。 White cardboard cartons glowed a soft white； like the moon。
I moved the Luma…Lite deeper inside the container。 Purge fluid didn't fluoresce； and the body was a dejected dark shape sitting in the corner。
〃If he died naturally；〃 Marino said； 〃then why's he sitting up like that with his hands in his lap like he's in church or something？〃
〃If he died of suffocation； dehydration； exposure； he could have died sitting up：'
〃It sure looks wacko to me。〃
〃I'm