apparently did not think required explanation. They showed her in far-flung locales, engaged in mildly risky activities: strapped into a rock-climbing harness; in ski suit and goggles; among girlfriends woozily hoisting margarita glasses.
No kissy photo booth strip; no thick-haired man in surgeonâs scrubs, clutched around the waist.
She said, âI hope I didnât bother you, calling on you early.â
âI was up.â
âI wanted to catch you before I had to leave for the day. I know itâs unorthodox to meet here, but itâs for the best. Iâve had to tread lightly. My immediate superior isnât very gung-ho about your severed head. Right now weâve got several pathologists away at a convention, and the bodies are piling up.â
âWhatâs that mean, not very gung-ho?â
âI believe his exact words were, âI havenât got time for curiosities.ââ
âItâs a homicide.â
âHe tried to convince me itâs a relic from a museum.â
âWith fresh vomit?â
âI didnât say he was successful,â she said. âOr sensible. But I know better than to waste time arguing. He can be rather authoritarian, especially under stress.â
âSo you called me here to apologize for not working my case?â
She smiled, causing a gold stud in her left nostril to twinkle. He hadnât noticed it before.
She said, âIâm afraid Iâve been a bit naughty.â
â
H ER APARTMENT WAS a two-bedroom. The door to the first was ajar, giving Jacob a glimpse of a bed piled with embroidered pillows.
The second had been set up as a mini pathology lab. Heavy-duty plastic sheeting protected the carpet. A dissection tray sat on a folding table; a desk hosted a microscope; there were bins labeled for scalpels and forceps and hammers, a biohazard container, an air purifier, and a two-thousand-count box of nitrile exam gloves.
Jacob looked at her.
She shrugged. âBeg, borrow, and steal. Nothing fancy, mostly surplus. Iâve been refining it since my student days. No mean feat getting it through customs, believe you me.â
âItâs nice to meet someone as OCD as me,â he said.
âIt helps to pass the time,â she said.
And explains in part why youâre single.
Jacob liked her more and more.
In the closet, a wire rack displayed five vinyl bowling bagsâthe pink and green versions sheâd had with her at the crime scene, and three others in orange, black, and red.
âVery
Sex and the City
,â he said.
She pointed to the green bag. âEmesis.â The black one. âFingerprints.â Red. âBlood.â Pink. âGobbety bits.â
âOrange?â
âFor when I go dancing,â she said. âItâs my favorite color. Tell me: how would you know anything about
Sex and the City
?â
âEx-wife,â he said.
âAh,â she said.
He wondered if heâd erred, because in the next breath she was back tobusiness. âI didnât want my boss looking over my shoulder, so I brought the material hereââ
âMaterial?â
âThe head. Vomit, too. Theyâre in the freezer.â
âRemind me never to have ice cream here, either.â
âIf I might continue, please. The vomit wasnât very useful. It was so laced with acid that it actually began corroding my glove. And I confess I still havenât been able to determine what sealed the neck. The skin isnât blistered or scorched in keeping with a blast of high heat. I suspect itâs some form of tissue adhesive, such as hospitals use to aid in wound repair.â
âSomeone with specialized knowledge,â Jacob said. âAccess to medical supplies.â
âPossibly. Although you can order transglutaminase over the Internet. Chefs use it. They call it meat glue.â
âA mad doctor or a mad chef.â
âOr none of the
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