room, she opened a lower cabinet door and looked inside, then two more. At the far end of the room a life-sized plastic skeleton held a placard painted with a skull and crossbones. The sign is used for morgue tours for drunk-driving arrestees: YOU BOOZE, YOU LOSE .
Dr. Schaffer-White found what she was looking for. She brought out a book. âIâm studying law. I donât want to do this forever. We had some downtime today, then it got busy.â
âLaw?â
âKeep it to yourself, okay?â
âYou got it.â
âI think I like what you do better than what I do, Smokey. But then some people are never satisfied.â
âWell, neither of us exactly hold the glamour jobs,â I said. âBut hey. What do they say around here? âFive hundred a week and all you can eat?ââ
â I donât say it.â
âPardon me,â I said, smiling. âOur victim. He died of the beating, then?â
âHe died of a blow to the suprasternal notch, that hollow right here?â she said, and fingered the swale where the two collarbones meet. âShatter that and all sorts of things collapse. Bones puncture vital blood lines. I saw one of these in med school, Iâll never forget it.â
âThey have to use a special weapon?â
âThe hand. The victimâs scalp had abrasions where someone grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. Someone else chops downward with the side of the hand,â she said, demonstrating. âI told your friend, âYour suspect will know martial arts.ââ She sighed, patted her lab coat as if it had keys in it somewhere, and said, âYou take care now, Smokey. Iâve got to run. One of my girls is sick and my husbandâs having a tantrum. Heâs a good father, but he canât handle diapers and he canât handle sick.â
Before even reaching the end of the lot I phoned Ray Vega from my car and told him to get his fanny off the freeway and come see me.
He said, âAre you crazy, girl? This is my night for stopping all blondes. Francine and me had a major fight. I need a new date.â
âYou are really disgusting.â
âAinât I?â
âBe a friend tonight, okay, Raymond?â
âAll yours, babe. Where you taking me?â
âHow aboutâ?â
âYou up for fish?â
We met in a seafood eatery next to a topless joint named Captain Creamâs in a dark corner of a lot just off the freeway.
Every time I see Ray Vega in his CHP uniform, I think heâs just so darned handsome, like a TV cop.
I gave him a rundown of my day. âI still have baby pee on me, Raymond, from a little boy who wonât have a mother to diaper him in the morning.â
He squeezed my arm that lay on the table. He was quiet for a while. The waitress brought us water without asking, a surprise after seven years of drought, and took our orders. When she left, I said, âThatâs not all.â
âWhatâs up? Tell your old buddy, or whatâs a buddy for? Shakespeare say that or something?â
âYeah, Shakespeare.â
âSo, whatâs eating you?â He watched a young woman come in, her tight beige skirt like an Ace bandage over her perfect thighs. The shade of her stockings matched. âJesus,â Ray breathed.
When I got his attention again, I told him about my brother phoning me Saturday; about our walk around the island and my deep fears. I said I sensed Nathanâs ex-wife/present lover was a murder victim, despite none of the numbers adding up, really. And then I said, âI want to go and violate procedure.â
âYouâve got to give me more than that,â Ray said, sipping off three inches of his ice water.
âWhat I want to do, I want to go talk to her husband myself. See if heâs lying.â
âWhy are you telling me this? You want my permission? Listen. You go messing around, you better
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